|Linked to||Mutton Island Whither|
A woman in an iridescent green gown waves vaguely from a rock near the shore. Sorrowful sighs waft across the water towards you. An idiot castaway? A mermaid? Of course not. Mermaids are a preposterous myth.
Oh, serpentus sirenesis, you rogue. With your humaniform tale-tip and your alluring sigh-bladders. You've probably laid your eggs along the rocks here, haven't you? If we can lure you far enough away, we can gather them -
|A haul of serpentlings
The zee-wyrm slides sinuously into the water in pursuit of your bait. The 'woman' is revealed as the cunningly shaped green-scaled tip of its tail. You have a zailor scrape the rocks for wyrm-eggs. Sure enough, she comes up with a bucketful. They're on the point of hatching! Keep them safe.
The poor woman won't answer your hails, but she's obviously in need of assistance.
|Send a troublemaker to the rescue
An elegantly gowned woman on a distant rock? This sounds more than fishy. Send someone you won't miss.
Your troublesome zailor strides confidently out towards the rocks. The 'woman' contorts and slides into the water: she's the tip of a zee-serpent's tail! The serpent's head rears from the waves. There's a nasty business with thrashing and teeth and so forth, and your troublemaker is gone. Well, that'll do something for discipline.
|Summary: The troublesome zailor is eaten by Neptune's Harlot, ensuring the rest of the crew know you're deadly serious about discipline.|
She's probably a pirate or a Drownie or someone's feral aunt.
|Sad sighs pass
She waves languidly as you move down the beach. A ghost? An eccentric bather? You'll never know.