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[color=1BF285]Time: Morning
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Tigerlily [@Potter], Tesoro[@Infinite Cosmos], Lizzie [@Tae], Barboda [@Alivefalling], Helio [@princess], and a rival ship and her crew [@FunnyGuy]
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry. [/color]
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[color=C1E9EC]Teeth did as they were made to do, ripping and tearing away at flesh. Screams of the prey meant nothing, as only the sound pumping blood that echoed within his ears drowned out all else. Chunks of meat were torn away, barely chewed, and swallowed. But the shark’s hunger still cried out for more. His wild eye locked onto Helio just as his teeth tore through the wrist of the fallen dark elf. Bones made a crunching sound as teeth turned the severed hand into food. 

The part of him that was shark looked up at Helio, who floated just out of reach and only saw prey. He felt the rush of adrenalin as it desired to chase, and tear, and consume. The part that was Nym looked at Helio and saw his crewmate, seized control of the now somewhat satiated shark, and bottled it back up. He gave a blood-soaked grin at the fairy and waved what remained of Rellen’s hand at him.

[color=1BF285]“Hungry?”[/color] He asked of the fairy and the captain who had also boarded the ship. Nym covered his mouth with his free hand as he let out a loud belch before tossing the remains of Rellen’s hand aside. All at once the sensation of burning took hold, everywhere his skin had been touched by Rellen’s dark magic was left charred and raw. The sharp pain was exhilarating and strong enough to hold focus and keep the shark bottled up because nothing around him smelled of the sea, only of blood. It dripped from his teeth and coated much of his skin, pooled around the mangled elf, and clung to others on the ship, but that couldn’t be all of it. 

[color=1BF285]“Do you smell that? So much blood.”[/color] He closed his eye and lifted his head high as if this was a rapturous experience. The shark wanted more of it, wanted to seek out the source of the scent and continue its mission to devour. He opened his eye again as Lizzie made her way beneath the hatch, the scent rolling up from below deck as she did so. He took a step towards the hatch as it opened, the source of the alluring scent, and a greater focus on the agony in his skin at the slighted movement.

There was the pain. There was the scent of blood. Both were strong, both pulled at his focus and tore at his natures. Nym the pirate wanted to finish the battle, to loot and celebrate. The shark wanted to continue to feed, it didn’t care who was the crew and who was the enemy. Nym trusted in his own loyalty, and kept his focus on the pain, fighting the bloodlust. There wasn’t much left to do, and leaving the captain to face whatever was down there alone was not an option. [/color]