[Salamander]

Chauncy didn't bother joining the fight when it broke out. He was decently far along in his pregnancy, and didn't want any complications from foolhardy stunts. He waited below deck in the kitchen and tried to calm his squirming, inhuman offspring.
Nerine, however, was out on the front lines. As Quartermaster, she was one of the first to board the merchant ship. She easily snapped several necks before making it to the captain and gutting him with a fishing knife. Poor soul didn't stand a chance against a mob of pirates PLUS an angry sea spirit.

Nerine now stood on the forecastle deck of the won ship, overseeing the collecting of loot. She brushed an unruly lock of white hair out of her face with a blood-stained hand, leaving a fine read streak. "Poor souls. Poor, pathetic, human souls." She chuckled as she stepped over a body. "Oi, fools!" She called down to the basement, "When you're done with your playdate, hurry up and get back to the bloody ship!" She marched to the door and glared from the top of the stairs. "Who the devil is this? Throw the rat overboard already." She snapped impatiently. She was annoyed with the captain sparing every other scumbag sailor. The ship was overcrowded as it was.