Emy started shaking slightly, but she tried to hide it. She'd never killed anything before, maybe excepts some bugs. Looking at Leandre she nodded slightly. "You should catch you something.."

Léan nodded, and quietly headed off to snatch up his own fish from the school nearby. He left her alone to think. Hopefully, she would be able to get over this...otherwise, she would have a difficult time adapting to life underwater.

When Leandre left to get a fish, she stopped trying to hide her shaking, looking at the fish sort of sadly. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. This was going to be much harder than she thought. She then just started eating the fish, not bothering to rest anywhere.

Léan easily and quickly caught a fish for himself. He killed it and ate it immediately, as he swam back to her.

Emy was about half done when he started coming back to her, she looked sad and slightly disgusted by what she'd done.

Lèan seemed puzzled. He was used to playing the direct part of a predator, and he was used to killing his own food. It was a mystery to him why she was so upset. Then again, humans were quite contradictory...they ate other creatures, but just couldn't stand to kill them themselves.

This was very confusing to Lèan.

Emy finished her fish without looking up at him, then moved and swam down, putting the bones on the sea floor. She swam back to him, trying to keep her emotions inside her. "Where to?"

Léan arched an eyebrow. "One, you look upset. Two, you're the geographer, not me. If there is nothing else you need to do on land, we should finalize a course, find weapons, and head out."

Emy shook her head slightly, putting on a small smile. "I'm fine." I have to get used to it...to stay with Leandre, I have to. "Hmm....well....We have to start up the Mississippi. So, yeah, would need some weapons."

Léan didn't seem to buy it, but he didn't press the issue. "All right. If we find some abandoned territory, where a group of merpeople once lived, we should find some old weapons."

Emy nodded slightly, then waited. "Would you happen to know where one was? Or...are we hoping to run across one?"

"They are easy to find. We should find a few in shallower water...shall we split up? If one of us finds something, we can...oh. I haven't taught you how to use your Siren Song, yet," Léan realized. "Shall I do that now?"

Emy blinked slightly. "Umm....sure. If you want to."

Léan proceeded to explain about the extra vocal chords merpeople had, which were used to make the Siren Song. He demonstrated the difference, and tried to explain. It was like whistling...it was hard to explain.

Emy tried to understand what he was getting at, but it was a little difficult to understand exactly what he meant.

Léan paused, and then demonstrated, letting loose a soft, melodic noise. It was his Siren Song, which was hypnotic in quality, of course. It seemed to draw fish a little closer to him, and startled a nearby juvenile shark.

Emy noticed the fish, but not the shark. She may have freaked out if she had. Then she thought for a moment, then tried what she thought she'd heard. It came out sort of strange at first, but she kept at it. After a minute it sounded clearer, though higher pitched then his. Hers was like any other sirens she'd heard, but it sounded more like a saprano's voice, hitting a high but soft note. She blinked and looked at him. "Is that what I'm supposed to sound like?"

Léan nodded, pleased. "Yes, that's right. ...All right..." He looked around. "Go left, and I will go right. You should look for caves, and dens in the sand and rock. And even in the coral. If you find anything, use the Siren's Song. I will do the same."

Emy smiled, happy that she did something right. Then she nodded. "Alright. I'll call if I find anything." She then swam off to the left.

Léan turned and headed off to his right, scouring the ocean floor and the rocks underwater for possible territory sites. He was also following his nose, which let him catch the scent of other merpeople, if they'd been there recently.

Emy looked carefully, but swiftly, looking for the signs he told her to.

Léan only found one area, and it was occupied by a very territorial mermaid, based on her scent. He didn't want to get near her, so he swerved around.

Emy's face lit up when she saw a artificial coral reef. Those had been made from when they sunk old aircraft carriers into the gulf of mexico. She smiled and headed straight for it, she saw a cave or two and searched them. She swam out hurriedly and called for Leandre the way she was taught. She didn't remember that sharks sometimes inhabited old sunken ships.

Léan made his way over lazily. Sunken ships bothered him. He'd always disliked humans, and anything that could possibly hold a human, or had held a human in the past...he wasn't fond of things like that.

"What did you find?" he asked, curiously, as he approached.

Emy swam in happy circles until Leandre came over, then she took his hand and led him down to one of the caves she'd found. "Looky what I found!" She pointed into it and saw a old looking spear laying slightly propped up against a rock. It looked old, but it was pretty sturdy.