Hunting and eating was needed to survive. It was just something that happened. All fishfolk knew it, but she had an inkling that not all humans understood it. Humans ate fishfolk and life went on. If a fishfolk ate a human it disturbed the humans greatly and made them weary.
She had never hunted around the anchored ship, even when there was prey in abundance. It was no inconvinience. This was not a den nor a proper reef, just a place where the fishfolk gathered to feed. The ship wouldn't disappear if she didn't return in several sleeps.
Looking for the little human was beginning to feel like a challenge. The big human Leg made of ship, yellow hair guarded the ship with such vigilance that for a brief moment she thought the other humans were it's young. No, she knew better. Perhaps the little human was it's young, but the other humans were definitely not.
There was a second time she revealed herself to the little human. It had been looking for her again, making a human call of sorts. Once she had breached the surface, the little human had leaned so close towards her that she thought it would fall over the edge.
Those that became ill without air could make all these elaborate sounds and so far the whales were the greatest singers. Humans were dreadful at it. She couldn't understand a single thing coming out of the little human's mouth.