Oceane's blue eyes lifted, to see a man's head pop out from out of the water surprisingly. Though it wasn't surprising to find a merfolk in the ocean, one here was. As the water was mostly empty around these huts, she couldn't say for certain that merfolk would often swim around here. His question and his smile made her worry, hopefully he wasn't one of the merfolk that owned these huts. She expressed a bit of a frown, however she kept her cool for the most part, her face expressionless otherwise. She was here unauthorized, and if she was fortunate enough for him not to be the owner, then most likely he was just another man, or a merfolk, as he obviously was. Though as she looked at his face, he looked rather familiar... but she couldn't pinpoint who he was. But perhaps it was just coincidence, and she did not think of it any longer. Instead, the woman brought her legs up from their dangling position, hoping that he wouldn't cause a ruckus and splash them somehow. She then stood in her spot, looking down at him casually with a somewhat rather aloof glare.

"I am not," she lied. She didn't know how much longer the captain would be, but if he so wanted her to be here for a reason, then she shall wait. What to do if anyone were to interfere with the plan, she did not know, but she couldn't scare the man off. Instead, she would have to keep him busy, especially if he did in fact own these huts. She didn't know what to think if he were to kick her off. The captain would be incredibly disappointed. That and other than the fact that she would probably be kicked out into the ocean. Were any merfolk to recognize her tail, were they old or wise, would know of her true identity. That was something she doubted a young merfolk would know, but she would hope not to let that happen. If anything she lied to most of her own crew and many others that she was a human. And same to this man. "I have a few friends with me," she spoke. She had to continue to play the part that she did buy these huts with her own money, and, despite looking like a sailor, she had to make him assume that she had paid for it with her own money. As they were alone, she could only hope that maybe she would buy enough time until the captain put his plan into motion... whatever it was.

"They will be arriving here soon I think," she then said thoughtfully, rather a little bit more light-heartedly. "You're welcome to stay until they come back, they always like meeting new people." It was a lie of course. She didn't know when they would come back, or who. And if this was a bandit or a thief... were he to attack then there was a way she could run. If she could make it through the room and out the door there was a long bridge extending to the other huts. The other crew members were supposed to be spread apart on the other huts. But, she was the same as him if that were the case, she wasn't here by ordinary means either. She was trespassing just as much as he was, so there wasn't much she could do. The only thing she could do was wait and distract him until the Hollow Heart might run him over... if he didn't get up onto the deck that was. But she didn't know how long they would be, nor what this fellow wanted. Was he here just to check out the huts? She couldn't say she would be surprised. But this place looked excellent for thieving. The merfolk made a fortune off the rich other races coming here, and the solitude provided just as much opportunity for someone like a pirate to rob them. But if she didn't keep him talking... he might grow suspicious otherwise. Whoever he was.

"What brings you to these huts?" she then asked. Although it sounded like a casual question it was for her to gain information about him. "Here to see what they're like?"

A short answer from the man as he hopped onto the deck, making himself comfortable apparently as his arms rested on the deck. There was another pool that was near them, Oceane didn't care for it for she wasn't even going to use it. Heck this wasn't even her place to begin with. She would have offered for him to go in there, however she still remained wary due to the shortness of his answer and his redirection to her. Had he really come here just out of curiosity? It could have been an honest answer no doubt, however the merfolk did not often come here to visit these huts, or at least in her mind. Were it out of curiosity maybe he would have checked with those in charge, or maybe that wasn't the way he worked. But she couldn't think of it any longer with suspicion, instead she had to come up with a reason for being here. She carefully stepped back to ensure that he wouldn't try to drag her into the sea or splash her or anything like that. She was a 'human' after all. Her backstory came to her pretty well, for she had used it so many times. Even he had claimed her to be something other than merfolk, judging from his words. But it was the fact that what she was doing here, she needed to come up with something. Nevertheless, she spoke to him with partial truth.

"Yes, though I have been at the ocean before," she spoke to him with a partial smile. Any merfolk might have been offended by his words, though truly that is what some would feel for someone living in these huts. "My parents were fishermen, so fortunately I had the chance to live at sea during my youth." The words she spoke with coolness, drifting off her tongue with ease. "However I am here because my friends had invited me to come along. They paid for the rent and such, you see we are celebrating a birthday." Wow, such cleverness. Coming here for a birthday party? She surprised even herself. Though, it wasn't too doubtful. It wasn't unbelievable that one might come here to celebrate something as such. But going to the huts might have been considered too extravagant. Or maybe even unfitting due to the fact that they were designed for romantic interests.

Her eyes continued to inspect the ocean behind him occasionally, wondering when the captain was going to arrive. What sort of plan was he scheming? She was also waiting to hear or see some sort of signal. A blast of a cannon, a yell for pirates, anything. Though she also hoped that she was doing at least a decent job of keeping this man distracted. But she knew that her time might run out soon. She could lie all she could, but he may catch on. She also didn't know when her 'friends' were going to come back. Though if any of the crew members did arrive, maybe they could play along until it was time for the plan to ensue. Of course now he will probably ask her more questions. Who's birthday was it? Well, she could spin the lie... it would be the captain's of course. After all, he was the one that came up with the plan. How mischievous she was. But for now she had to judge what it was this man wanted. But maybe he was just harmless... but she couldn't tell.

"There's room over there, if you like," she said, gesturing to the pool beside them on the deck. Perhaps that would make him more comfortable. Maybe if she got caught she could spin the lie that he was here first... now that was something she was truly debating.

She watched the man as he made his way over to the pool. Indeed whoever owned these huts or was going to stay here wasn't going to be happy with saltwater mixing into fresh as he entered. But in fact it might not even make much of a difference, however the small water trail he made was noticeable. But then again it wasn't odd for waves to splash against the deck. Not that Oceane would have to explain for it anyway. Despite his statement, she gestured him not to as she waved one hand slightly. "It is alright, they enjoy meeting new people," she reminded him. There would be no need for him to leave... yet anyway. When her friends arrive that would be when the plan was put into place, or so she thought. But as this was a good opportunity to wait, Oceane sat in one of the chairs next to the pool. Bundling her legs together she looked up at the sky, the clouds moving at a slow pace. Only time would tell when they would arrive. A moment of silence crossed between them, and her attention was still focused on the sky. She then brought it back down to face him once again, looking at him nearly from the corner of her eye.

"So what do you think?" she asked, partially out of curiosity. "Were these huts what you expected them to be?" She wondered if he knew anything about them before he arrived here, or perhaps he just happened to stumble upon them. Either way, it was a good way to make conversation. As Oceane tended to be quiet, she would let him to some of the speaking for her. But she, she had thought the huts would have been much larger. But to make them profitable seemed to be the merfolk's number one priority. Instead of making them good quality, they used the 'on the water' as an excuse to make them appear a luxury. Which was quite baffling in a way. Other than that they were quite nice. It was like homes for those who did not have a place to stay on land or under the sea. But the view itself was quite breathtaking. The weather wasn't so bad either. To her they weren't so bad... if only she had somewhere like this to stay when she had wandered alone.

"I see," she replied pensively, looking out into the distance. She was silent for another few moments, wondering just how much longer this was going to take. The captain typically didn't abandon his crew, would he? She assumed not, but as she knew he would be coming back soon, she had to entertain this... guest. So far he seemed decent enough, though one couldn't be too wary. Realizing that she had been quiet, she tried to come up with more to say. However there wasn't much to talk about as they had both been here by unordinary means. They were occupying a hut that most likely belonged to someone else, a guest that had yet to arrive. Though they would have to wait until that happened, if it would happen, but by then she couldn't keep up with her facade any longer. Her story of coming here with her friends would be found out. But she thought that there would still be time left before the pirates returned... hopefully. As she tried to think about what to discuss, only a few questions came to mind. Her head turned to him as it tilted slightly, looking at him curiously.

"I've been wondering... what do you do for a living?" she asked. Knowing full well that he could ask the question in turn, however she had her story all laid out. And her reasoning for asking him, well, she was a human after all. Supposedly. So her knowledge of the sea was supposed to be limited. But it couldn't hurt to ask, to try and find out what the Kingdom of the Merfolk was up to. Certainly he would know much more than she. And it wasn't often that she got to talk to merfolk. Not like this. In such a peaceful setting, she rarely found herself in ones like this as the pirates were typically busy sailing the seas or pillaging villages. In a way this was... nice, for a change. "I... haven't met many merfolk before," she said, her blue eyes averting to the side. "I wonder what you do in the sea." As if it were so big and amazing, so mysterious to a landlubber such as Oceane. To some, it might be a wonder what the merfolk do under the sea, as if they did things differently than on land. But she knew perfectly well what they did. As she herself had done so many things.

She looked at him as he answered, an expression of perplexity washing across her face as it took him so long to explain what he did, like it was difficult for him to. Either it was complicated, or he was lying. Either way, he claimed to work within the court of Dorsina, something which caused her to be surprised. What if he really did work for the king? Just for how long? Did he know who she was? Did he know the commander from all those years ago...? All the thoughts of what he could be ran through her mind. Although her look was an expression of shock, she tried to play it off as awe. Perhaps he would think so considering she was human after all. But why was it that his face looked so familiar... was that why? Though she couldn't still pinpoint who he might be. If anything, majority of the people she knew had died. So what in the world could he possibly be? One of their offspring perhaps? "Ah, is that so?" she asked rather nervously, smiling to hide the fact as she looking over to the side. "So what is it that you do there?" she then asked, her eyes trailing over back to him. But then realizing that his situation seemed to be a bit... complicated, she decided to follow up with another question. "I mean... do you know the king?" she asked as if it was some awe-inspiring thing to know him. She herself didn't even know what the king looked like now. As far as she could remember, she had seen him when he was just a boy when she was a guard for the previous king, whom she swore her oath for defending to. Though she couldn't help but wonder why he was not stating his occupation directly, maybe he was just embarrassed, or even worse, what if he was sneaking away from his duties when he wasn't supposed to? Now that would be just shameful. But, more importantly, she wanted to know if the commander was still alive, still there in the castle. But she couldn't let it get out so quickly. Her head turned to face the ocean.

"Land is quite like that," she said, as if she had been there for her whole lifetime. "But I really haven't had the chance to meet a king or the nobility, though I am sure they are same as underwater like you said," she spoke, trailing off in false wonder. She then returned her gaze back to him. "I haven't seen many merfolk soldiers though, so sometimes I can't help but wonder, do they have a commander? What is he like? Your kind is fascinating, I'm sorry, I must be asking too many questions," she then said, her eyes filled with amazement however she then looked bashful as she looked away in embarrassment. Hopefully that would be enough to get him to answer, and truthfully since she was just a mere "human" after all.

Oh, so he knew the king. She was surprised, although it wasn't quite evident on her face. But, it was becoming rather concerning. How close was he to the king? Just how long was he in the court? If he had been there long, that meant that he might have... been there around the same time she had. Of course, she had to play it cool. As he spoke she looked at him in interest, awe in the fact that he was speaking about Dorsina even though she had come from there. However as he continued, her demeanor weakened, looking less and less interested as he spoke, and rather more worried. He asked her why she had asked about the king, then the commander. No particular reason, she was going to answer. But the information about the commander was vague. The real question was, was he the same one as all those years ago? Was that the one that sent her entire company to their cruel fates? The one that she had tried to kill all those years ago? Was he the same man? Though, she couldn't ask any more questions, but this man's position was also concerning. Just who was he in the court? Why was he dodging the topic of what he was... Just as about she was to answer that she was just merely curious about them, he spoke again. It were as if he came to a sudden realization about something. About her. He then gave a wicked smile, one that was most disconcerting. She was struck as he questioned what she was. At first she was going to try and refute his claim, however it was his next statement which sent everything downward in a spiral. This was a bad sign. If he recognized her face, that meant... No, hardly any merfolk were as old as she was. If he was, then she surely would have recognized him. Though the hint of familiarness was there... just she couldn't remember seeing his face, as much as she tried.

Which was bad, considering he thought he recognized hers.

She tried to hide the shock on her face, however it failed in the fact as she stared at him, eyes wide. Was he there in the castle that day? The day that she had tried to go and slay the commander? Did he truly know her as the Dark Wave? Or worse, perhaps see a drawing of her in a 'Wanted' sign. That would be even worse. She wanted to back away, she wanted to stand and move backwards away from him. It was nerve wrecking not knowing who he was, or his name for that matter. But, Oceane had to hold her ground. She was but a mere fisherman's daughter now. Nothing more. Internally, she had to believe her own lie or else it would fail. But even if he did know who she was, what was he going to do to her? Her name lost to the past, surely there wasn't a bounty on her head now. Or perhaps there was, or an old vengeance, hatred toward her fro killing someone he loved. That was very plausible, considering she had killed many. Had he been on her tail? Was he waiting just for the right moment for her to be alone, then mess with her here on these huts? Or maybe, maybe it was just a mistake. Maybe he couldn't identify her as well. Nervously, she glanced out into the ocean. And there it was. The Hollow Heart, on the horizon. A little, tiny ship it appeared to be, in the great distance. She could have sworn she saw the captain on the ship as well, piloting it by his lonesome. But the ship was headed directly toward them, but it would take a while before it reached there. Only so much longer she would have to wait. She then looked back toward the man, ready for anything but playing along with her original pretense.

She looked at him, appearing to be puzzled. "No," she said, tilting her head innocently as if he were mistaken. "Perhaps you are confusing me with someone." That could happen, or maybe even so in this situation. "I do not recognize you, so I believe we have not met before..." she trailed off, hoping that he wouldn't be digging in his memory for more information. Whoever he was, he hadn't stated what she was yet. Maybe he couldn't pinpoint who she was, like he him. Until he would say who she was, or where he knew her from, only then was the time she could defend. Otherwise, her story of being a mere human would have to continue. But maybe this was a good time for introductions. "I am Oceane," she introduced herself. "And you are...?" No doubt about it, maybe his name would reinforce her memory. She did not reach out to shake his hand, fearing what plot he might be scheming within that mind of his.