As the ship broke through the surface, Liam didn't expect the night to be so very clear. He could almost see the sky reflecting the eerie green light coming from his ship. A warning sign, to give any ship the illusion of a fighting chance. It was only a illusion however. No one could outrun him, if not on the surface, he would always outrun them under water, with or without his ship.
Davey summoned more green light, to shine upon the other ship. Jolly Roger they called it. He only cared for one name. For one soul aboard this ship: William Smee. Once Liam had foolishly granted him a long time to pay up his debt for the rare goods he wanted and needed, now his patience has run out. It's been centuries. Maybe the man expected the lord of the sea to forget, but it was unlikely. He never forgot a debt. Especially not one, that would ensure his magic and his loves magic a little while longer.
Closing his eyes, he transported himself magically onto the other ship, smiling at the chaos, as the crew honestly seemed to try and outrun him.
"Ah now, don't be foolish.
No one can outrun me!
Stand down and you shall life.
I came for one soul only.
Time to pay up, William Smee!"