The water breathing was redundant thanks to the coat Reemes had. It allowed him to swim like a fish and breath like one too. He was glad to see the beholder had something just like his and was using that mobility to make sure no one got lost. That was a good thing to do. Meant The old ghost didn't have to. Instead, he used his speed to swim ahead of everyone and make sure the way was clear as they were being led into the deep. The water around them was wrong. Sure, it pretended to be his horrible love, but, he knew it was nothing like his love. This water was different somehow and it made Calico Reemes uneasy. The good news was the swim did not take too long. An hour of swimming might be hard on most folks but he had a magic coat and it made the whole trip a breeze. Well, a dip maybe. 

The best part of the trip though was the end. Right at the end of the swim was a group of fish-men who just didn't know better. They thrust three pronged spear forth and demanded information from them. The strangest thing was they asked for their purpose and not names, where-comes, or how'd-ya'get-heres. Well, that did just make the whole exchange much easier to deal with. Only one question was easier to dodge and disregard than a mess of them. Even better, Koran had started the negotiations. He always liked it when the mad woman started talking to people. He paired her pleasant madness with his own profoundly unfriendly kind to great effect. 

Reemes moved up next to the jester and an excited bounce in everything he was doing. The hood of his coat was still up and shading the top part of his already dark face in shadow made ever darker by the scattered light of the oceans. The bottom half of his face was a closed bear trap of white grinning teeth. The smile did not touch the eyes of the pirate as he stood next to his companion. He didn't bother speaking either. He just stood, stared, and grinned like a lunatic. He wanted them to strike out. He wanted them to say more threats. He thought these men needed a good thrashing and he was in a great mood. He always gave the best mouth-full-of-my-gun goodbyes when he was in such a state.