[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan watched the carnage unfold, her face emotionless, as if she was watching a commercial about paint thinners. She watched the massive series of explosions, lighting up the shoreline, and the deadly shrapnel that went flying. They were safely out of range, leaving the pirates to the mercy of death. The screams of pain came next, creating the soundtrack for the morose scene. Megan didn't know if they were the screams of just pirates - or if perhaps her brother and their allies and some of the freed mermaids had gotten caught in the terrific display as well. But she watched and listened. 

	The ships were sinking, the flames roaring, and the sharks began their feast. The others then returned and Megan saw that her brother was alright - that Jack was alive. [color=silver]"That was a bit much, hmm?"[/color] she deadpaned to him, a joke. She honestly didn't think he had been excessive at all - and if he had been, then it was fine. He was allowed some dramatics from time to time. 

	[color=silver]"Shouldn't we wait, see if there are any survivors?"[/color] Megan asked. She didn't know if it was right for them to just deal this blow and vanish - there could be some pirates who survived, and it would be easy to handle them now while they were still frantic and scattered and afraid.