"Say boss I bet some of those human boats at the bottom of the ocean might hold some loot-able food. And the little miss here wouldn't even have to go I could bring back whatever I find,”Garland turned to the over-emotional Gyarados, at least pleased the water-serpent had recovered from his sobbing over a lost, most likely dead human. He tilted his head, unsure of the creature’s idea to scavenge through sunken ships but remained silent. The bird hadn’t been addressed, ‘Boss’ the gator had to make the shots – and he soon reacted to near obliterate Maelstrom’s attempt at offering his assistance. The swan smirked a little despite himself, thankful that he wasn’t the only one intending to eat fresh. Garland would never accept leftovers – he preferred to kill his own food, the added benefit of watching the life fade from their eyes a pleasant reminder of his own physical capabilities.
"Ok... uh, Garland and I will go ashore and try to find some food. Mael, you, Nerissa and uh... Lilith stay here and guard the cavern."The swan’s surprisingly hooked beak clicked when he heard his name, his ocean-blue eyes quickly falling onto the gator as he spoke. Grinning to himself, curious to what possessed the reptilian to choose him as a hunting partner, he ruffled his feathers in anticipation. At least he could wear off some of his seemingly boundless energy.
“Oh, Jaws,” The bird teased, feigning embarrassment as he waltzed towards the water’s edge.
“Taking me out already? A romantic stroll along the beach? You certainly don’t waste time,” He snickered to himself, his flirting in jest as he glided to the gator’s side, a mischievous glint in his beady eyes. Although he was tempted to brush against the reptile in a bid to mess with his head further, Garland resisted – he knew not to push his luck and didn’t quite fancy nursing a broken wing.
"Um, if you could, may I just have some fresh seaweed? I don't eat a lot of fish..."The Feraligatr soon returned to the Dewgong’s side, almost pressing his forehead to her own whilst speaking in hushed words. Quirking a brow, the swan wasted no time in leaping at the opportunity to humiliate.
“Stop flirting,” He called loudly, keeping his distance with a unexpectedly kindly smile on his face. He gave a curt nod to the duo, beginning to glide towards the exit. Garland always knew how to ruin a moment, but deep down, he was a sucker for love. They’d make a nice couple.
“Come on, Romeo. Times’a wasting,” He called back, drifting out into the open. Whilst he was sure the Feraligatr was probably doubting his choice of company, the swan was eager to get moving. If he hadn’t the most amiable personality, he certainly made up for it with his psychical strength. He’d once killed for a living – Garland still possessed the qualities that accompanied such a dangerous line of work and would rarely disguise them. A strategic mind, keen reactions and poorly disguised sadism made him dangerous company, but also an efficient huntsman.
Garland let his gaze fall across the landscape. It was mainly quiet, save the soothing crashing of waves out where the sea became more frenzied. Taking a deep inhale, the Swanna abruptly silenced himself at a peculiar rippling of water accompanied by a flash of blue. There was life uncomfortably close, hidden beneath the water to leave the avian with little guess to its current mental state. Yet, he remained calm; his face blank as he suddenly ducked his slim head beneath the liquid surrounding him. It was a fish-type creature, singing away to himself. Garland, returning to the surface in one swift movement, shook his red-tinted feathers free of the salty droplets clinging to his face before smiling, eased.
“I’m sorry,” Garland splashed the water with a webbed foot in a bid to capture the stranger’s attention. He tilted his head with an impish smirk once he’d met the being’s eyes.
“I’d sing along but I know not the words,”(( Lololol Garland, you goon! xD Also cheers, Sil. I never would’ve noticed /shot )) 
