"I'm not gonna break it! On my head is the safest place for this thing, really. What if you fall over and flop your fin on the bag?"

Leading the way back towards the wreck Ezekiel curls his nose. Stone is in his element; doubly so, with the element being all water-related, and the thief stifles a sigh (potentially a yawn) in return when the lecture starts. He's gonna have to listen to an entire lexicon of mermaid-related entries, isn't he.

"Bad omen, huh? Well, you can say that again. Any stories how you get turned into one?"