[He waiting until the dark haired stranger beside him was halfway finished reloading before he stood once more and fired a shot, catching a creature through the shoulder as it reached for a mariner and severed its arm to allow the man below an opportunity to shove it back overboard and scuttle away from the treacherous side of the ship.

It was probably too much to hope the horrid creature drowned down there but that didn't stop him from doing so all the same.]

"Sadly, drowning isn't high on my list of new experience to try today."

[Or ever if he's very fortunate. Though that follow up comment does earn Moran and deadpan look from pale green cat-eyes as Yazoo began to reload one again. If this was the 'fun' one, how much worse could the rest of them be? (An answer he would discover to be so much worse.)]

"Bad fish not the usual prey? Seems like you've been missing a golden opportunity here. [The sarcasm practically dripped off of each word as there was no reality he could possible imagine where anyone would want to actively hunt these particular creatures for spot. Maybe as a favour to everything else around but certainly not for sport and with such inferior firearms as the only option.

He could almost hear the despair in the other's voice as he said aloud what the two had both been thinking but Yazoo hadn't wanted to voice. He still didn't since he was less than eager to do so again and so soon too.]

"I don't intent to find out either, so keep shooting or get out. Your choice."

[His Mother never taught him to play nice with others. And this moment didn't seem like the time to start either.]