Lorpy's oars slid through the dark waters with quiet slurps, guiding his little boat ever closer to the metal cages that glinted in the sliver of moon. The water inside the cage was still, though that would soon change. A group of shapes slid out of the water as he approached, their hands gripping the bars of the cage as their glistening tails slapped at the water behind them. A sneer parted Lorpy's oily beard. Mer were nothing if not predictable. Hands reached through the bars, trying desperately to grasp his boat. Lorpy stopped just out of their reach, listening to their eerie shrieks as they continued to slap the water with their tails. They thought he was there to feed them. He supposed in a way he was.
Lorpy flung a pitchfork on top of the cage. The mer clamored for it as it fell between the bars. The chaotic frenzy in the water for the weapon widened his sneer into a broad grin. When hungry, mer became cannibalistic savages, killing each other just to eat. The teeth and claws were always removed, leaving the mer little way to kill each other. But properly equipped with any weapon... Well. That was another matter. His biggest competitor, Tinda, would never recover from losing this much of her stock, leaving Lorpy the sole provider of merscale in the region.
Oars creaked as Lorpy lifted them. He didn't see the pitchfork until it took him in the chest. Lorpy stared at it, confused. His eyes found the mer all watching him with a calm he had never seen in the creatures.
One of the things spoke. Lorpy didn't know they could do that. ``May the great deep show you as much mercy as you have shown us, oppressor.``
Lorpy toppled into the dark water.