Humans who wanted to try and kill him, at least, were a known quantity. Trapped here, possible dangers were so much varied and unpredictable. One merman in the midst of all of that did not a safe harbor make.

But what choice did he really have, at this point? Swimming to catch up to the ship would be damn near impossible, even without the wound in his side. Still, he looked far from happy, staring back at Tucker with no shortage of wariness, even for someone who supposedly was looking out for him.

Why? Weren't mermaids supposed to be...bad? Dangerous?

"And what would you suggest?" he finally ground out.