The Merman, My Man
While they struggled to get up, I rushed out of the door as if in flight, vaulting over the deck with my robust tail muscles and into the sea, diving underwater even as I heard my captors hot on my heels.
The jolt from Dicken’s scale intensified just then, which told me that he was close. I could even feel the direction and range where he was, and I just needed to get closer to get a precise bearing.
I suddenly remembered that merfolk communicated by using soundwaves similar to dolphins. Did that mean I could communicate with Dicken with the same method? Just like how I had subconsciously conversed with the merfolk a while ago, this may be an innate ability in merfolk form.