He watches, amazed as a girl, who by all accounts looked human, used the sea as a weapon to kill other humans. There had been numerous accounts of certain poachers and other fishing vessels being overturned or destroyed by waves. Even on calm waters suddenly a large wave would appear and the entire operation would go under.
Namor didn’t care about their deaths, at all, it only might less poachers he would have to track down himself. He did care when it came to very powerful men demanding laws be placed to limit his domain. They hadn’t outright said it was due to their operations being systematically wiped out but Namor was no fool. He wanted to know the cause, and had no concern with anyone trying to place restriction on him. How could they? He was the sea, and no one controls the sea.
He slips his head slowly underwater and takes in a deep pull of water, she is moving quickly away from the site of the incident, one man is thrashing in the water near him, he is losing his air, but Namor ignores him as he sinks further down, weighed by his boots, Namor has no pity for those who harm the creatures in his realm.
Instead he swims after the girl, he would know who she was for now he follows as a silent shadow.
there was a weight and a guilt that came with casting the men into the sea, to leave them to the mercy of the sea itself and the creatures within. if they could swim, then it would be a matter of the cold killing them first or the animals great and small could make a meal of them. or if they could not swim or tired easily, they simply would succumb beneath the waves. while her namesake spoke of calm, she was anything but.
instead of making a hasty escape, her focus turned to the nets they had left cast within the waters. her movements were deft and controlled as she swam at times or used bursts of self created currents to propel her from one place to another. she produced a knife from where it had been sheathed against her calf to cut away the nylon fabric to help free the entrapped mammals and fish alike.
this would have otherwise become one of the many ghost nets that floated throughout the oceans and became death upon the currents, attracting larger and larger predators that would get captured and become part of the ever growing lure.
it was easily fifteen minutes before she realized she wasn’t alone, it was more a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eyes but also the respectful nature of the creatures she saved -- they were grateful to her or anyone that helped them, but only in the way they’d treat a surface dweller that created these problems in the first place. no, they were showing true respect and deference for another nearby.
knife still in hand, she turned to face the other but it was not held in an aggressive manner. he had yet to pose her a threat, she felt she bore no threat to him either. rather, her job was not done. “ those men needed to be stopped, no one was going to do anything on the surface, “ she explained, pointing above her to the capsized boat.
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