( Between gulps of entrails and searching her nails for more, the mermaid peers, first lost, then curious and feline, seeking the traces of the trap. Surely, the human knows. Or does she think mermaids are playthings?
What tricks! With her claws, she points to where candle-fuelled lanterns are scattered on the deck. )
There! Fire. ( And another, at a greater distance, carried by a pirate who searches the sails. ) There too! Everywhere. Days ago. Big fire.
( She may not know the name of the Concord, but she saw from the water how this boat put the sails of that one to flame. )
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What tricks! With her claws, she points to where candle-fuelled lanterns are scattered on the deck. )
There! Fire. ( And another, at a greater distance, carried by a pirate who searches the sails. ) There too! Everywhere. Days ago. Big fire.
( She may not know the name of the Concord, but she saw from the water how this boat put the sails of that one to flame. )