[ Look, why is it on him that some mortals haven't got any fucking sense of adventure? Or surprise. Or fun. It's not like he's leading them towards an iceberg or a massive fuck-off whirlpool full of teeth. Maybe he just wants to show them something cool like a big pod of dolphins or a bunch of fish with legs that Nanaue unleashed into a small hidden island.

Nobody appreciates the spirit of a good whim these days. ]

A map is only as good as your compass. Not my fault people don't check it before they set sail. [ He flicks a bit of sand off his tentacles and chugs the ever-present bottle of rum in his hands. In his other, he tosses Koby a questionable gift from his equally questionable pile of endless treasure. Impossible to say whether Ed came here with it or it just materialized into his hands. Horizon shit and all that. Either way, it's not a special thing; Ed's been inflicting his weird treasure on nearly everybody who crosses his line of sight for the past seven hundred-odd years. Give or take a couple of decades. ]

Thought you might like a friend. For once. [ He means the gold crabby fellow there, not himself. Obviously. ]