Malcador did not think it would be 'smooth sailing' as they say from there, and the crotch shot conveyed the message all too well and reinforced his prior plan of being careful to not 'rock the boat.' He was also quickly running out of sailing puns to share with himself, as well. Once he regained his breath, he took a deep one and dived back under, knowing he'll feel that crotch kick for at least a few hours and probably the next day. Why did they always go for the nether regions when they were mad!? 

Malcador did his best to keep out of the way of the ladies, that were swimming like mermaids he noticed, through the small tunnel, using the rocks as handholds to propel himself forward quickly. He was athletic, but these sailors were born for the water. Soon, the small group surfaced. The spell of water-breathing had just about run out, and holding his breath had been insurance. He would need to hold it again, likely, since he doubted they would let him cast a spell without cutting his throat. 

Even having seen it before, Malcador was in awe of the glimmering treasure, sparkling like the light of creation. His dark eyes absorbed the light and it only seemed to enhance the depths of them. He could buy a fief with this gold, and use the jewels to hire a household guard for all of their lives! He swam past Runa, who's name by that point he was unsure of, and slowly climbed out of the pool, careful not to slip on the rocks. He still almost slipped, but caught himself before he was injured and smiled sheepishly.

Taking a coin, he flicked it with a small gesture of his thumb. The gold coin spun in a blur before he caught it with a deft hand. Malcador had always had skillful fingers. One needed it to cast the more complicated spells, and it had served him well with the ladies. He motioned for them to come forward, giving a devil-may-care smile that could win the hearts of many a young maiden. 

"Well, let's take what we can." He remarked pragmatically and hopefully in a way that sounded helpful. He was certainly trying to be, if so he wouldn't get kicked in the balls again. "I'm sure it'll take a few trips and I don't think we can fit some of the larger pieces through the tunnel and not drown, but I'll grab what I can and you can search me once we get to the other side. I'm not about to steal from you after we made a deal, after all."