"Mind meeting my family first? They'd like you."

"Okay. But sharks after."

He salutes. "Whatever you say, dolphin-killer."

Grin. A rather feral one.

"And my cousins all like fighting."

"Good."

"At once!"

"Stop talking and let's go!"

He leads him to what could be called his tribe's camp. Delicate structures of seaweed are used to corral useful fish and porpoises. Kelp is tended to. And a lot of mer young and...young are very impressed with the two boys.

He's very smug about his dolphin.

The adult mermaids and mermen are very keen to congratulate. A lot of back slaps and cheerful sounding clicks. 

Well he doesn't speak a lick of this so he'll just beam proudly.

Mer toddlers start picking at it!

...okay sure. He looks at Michael with a "What now?" expression, partially obscured by the breathing mask.

Michael makes a few hand signals, and suddenly, all his nearby age mates start grinning.

...huh?

And now the assembled mer-children are lunging at him.

Argh! Assholes! Could've warned him first! He kicks one in the stomach and tries to headbutt another.

That's the spirit! As... exuberant as the children are, they do know to avoid messing with the breathing mask.

Good because otherwise when Hannah brought him back he would kill them dead.

Michael looks apologetic... and then tackles him.

Like hell he's apologetic, Charles is having the time of his life. 3D fighting! Menace from every direction!!!!!

Angrily clicking humanoid dolphin monsters of indeterminate gender!

Yes yes rawrrrrr this is funnnnn he loves violence~

About five mer-children manage to pin him down to the seabed.