He absolutely did hear her right.

"A dead one, even these big ones would die on land." In her mind it's kinder to kill them in the water and to have most of them to let the sea reclaim them than it is to drag one back so it can labour for however long it tries to, the way things do sometimes, gasping, mouths gaping for air they can't get to. "How am I to--"

It coils under and back, knocks the boat enough she has to grab to steady herself and slash out again when she can before she draws herself to her full height for a moment because she has reasons she can try to use here. Even if her full height really pales in comparison to a grown man when she's absent her boots too. "I lead naval forces, I have sailors I speak with in Kirkwall - I need a good drawing of this to show to them!" (Also Madame de Cedoux but she needs to make sure she can get anything from sailors who sail these waters and who have contacts on this.)

Oh and here's her friend missing a chunk of the jaw coming back for more, time to for a nice quick jab to the side with a rapier friend.