A Single Drop, a Mighty Sea (Closed with Witchy)

[Salamander]

Muto watched the human from below with mild interest. They had ducked beneath the water when the man approached, in case it came brandishing weapons. But this one appeared bizarrely unarmed, and now had suddenly plunged into the freezing sea with no warning whatsoever. They shifted their position in the cramped hull, tripping a bit over some cargo before moving their head closer to the human. The pitiful creature was clearly distressed, flailing wildly a few meager feet above them. Muto sighed indignantly, sending a spray of bubbles up and around it. Perhaps they had been overzealous in their attack. A battle of wits and strength was one matter, a slow and painful death another. They swished their tail and propelled themselves higher, now barely inches from the man. If it were to look down, it would see nothing but a flurry of blue light through the darkness. Muto flinched as a thrashing foot collided with their eye. They grunted in annoyance and broke the surface, lifting the man from the water on top of their head. They paused for a moment, all four eyes staring at the creature. Then, they tilted their head forwards, allowing it to slide off and fall unceremoniously onto the few remaining floorboards. They hovered silently, stone still and staring intently. All of the sudden, Muto found it was unbearably quiet. The only sound was the slow creak of the destroyed hull, and the droplets of water dripping from their whiskers. Even the crew above had hushed to a whisper, awaiting the next move of the dragon unknowingly right beneath their feet.