Sweeping her trident down towards the pirate, Lorelei ended his life quickly and efficiently. As promised, they left none of the scum that were left alive. Resuming her full height, Lorelei only spared a brief glance down at the sea raider she had just killed. He was rather young for a human, perhaps in his early twenties and wasn't much of a fighter anyway. Still her people could not take the chance of leaving him or any of the others alive. They would turn out exactly the same as those they fought previously. And Lorelei's clan always sought to set an example to both friend and foe alike. Rubin and his crew would also no longer need to worry about these pirates. Even the pirate cook had been killed, his throat pierced viciously at the jugular, his life blood intermixing with all the rest of his people. It was good riddance as far as Lorelei was concerned. She did not see her actions, or those of her people as evil, it was something that simply needed to be done. It was their way of things after all.
Nerone, the sea elf Shark Clan leader, walked into the small cabin room then, other sea elves trailing along behind him as well as there being other sea elves in the room already and looked around in satisfaction. "I believe that was the last of them, sir." Lorelei indicated with her trident at the poor sap she had just offed.
Nerone nodded his head grimly. "Good. Let this be an example to other pirates that we are not a people to be messed with under any circumstance." He paused, before continuing. "Our people have been rescued from captivity, there is no need to linger here any longer." All the sea elves nodded in assent, and one by one they all left the ransacked ship, bloodied bodies strewn all around.
The female sea elf headed back to the Adelan ship as promised, and swiftly jumped over the edge of the railing, landing smoothly on her feet. Noticing this was a private time for Rubin's men and women as they disposed of their dead properly, she only nodded at him and stood back, watching as they carried out all the funeral arrangements, not getting involved. The wind coming off the ocean blew through her choppy black hair, but other than that slight movement, Lorelei was as still as a statue as she waited for them to finish.