Basically Trained
Hades climbed the rope ladder and onto the deck. It was big enough to support the Coral Boys, but it looked ridiculous for the biggest orc he'd ever seen to have to smoosh his arms together to climb it.
Slung over his back was a huge burlap sack, made up of maybe three or four sacks stitched together.
"Sup?" He grinned, tossing his bag of loot onto the deck, spilling its contents.
"Welcome back, big guy," Krysaos grinned.
The other Coral Boys boarded the ship and emptied their own sacks into the pile.
The haul was... actually pretty good. At any rate, it was better than Krysaos could have hoped for.
They brought weapons made of stone, coral, and precious metals; armor that looked to be made from turtles and crabs and clams. They even brought ranged weaponry like their harpoon launchers, throwing pila, and a heap of ammo, too.
"Fascinating..." Tycon picked up a crossbow, "These are enchanted against the ocean's corrosion."