Malcador climbed down the rocky decline and knelt by the water, just beside a few of the women of his 'new crew.' He was a bit surprised at Runa's thanks, and he wasn't too big headed to not acknowledge it. He gave her a small, polite nod as he kept a ghost of a smile on his face. "Of course," he told her, and then he turned to Trish and gave her a bigger smile, a glint in his dark eyes. He had not quite forgotten they had murdered an entire crew worth of men just an hour or two ago. However, just like most groups, no matter what horrendous things they did, they were at least loyal to each other. It showed they were not complete psychopaths, and given time he would be 'one of the crew' which meant he was also not a target. He hoped he could trust the Captain's deal in general. Malcador slipped into the water, the coins following suit slowly. One of the girls poked a floating coin and it merely bounced back into place, following Malcador as if he had a powerful magnetic pull. One by one the gold pieces dropped into the water after him as he swam through the tunnel, very glad the sun was still up outside. He would hate to swim through even this short tunnel at night. He knew the spell was still active, but it was up to the girls to pluck whatever fallen coins there were on the rocky bottom. Malcador surfaced, taking in a lungful of air and whipping his hair so he could see. The mage found the Captain there, waiting expactantly, along with the other members of the crew. There was still some blood in the water, but he had ascended in an area where it was less covered. Behind him, coins began to float out of the water before the crew's waiting eyes. "Captain, lovely to see you. I heard you were looking for some treasure. I happened to find some when I was gallivanting around."