>>5364567>>5364485>Make a show of our strength.Undead? On your beach? It's more likely than you think. You won't suffer them for long, as your pet humans are taken by fear to varying degrees but you are just angry at the sight of these dead-men.
<span class="mu-b">"Worry not little ones, I will take care of this!"</span>
Eager for the activity after a day spent without physical exertion, you also have a chance to show off. If they don't already know, your humans will be sure of it after this, as you stomp the rest of the way down the rocky slope and onto the beach. Building up speed as you go, you give a mighty roar and bring both your fists down upon the first drowned zombie in your path. By your size and strength, you pound the foul creature entirely into the sand in one hit, a compressed mess of squelching viscera. Another you grab and pull apart between both hands, throwing the halves out to sea, and step on a third to crush it beyond recognition beneath your weight.
Their dead, unintelligible moans and groans when you're engaged with them creeps you out, as well.
<span class="mu-b">"-ARG! COME ON, FIGHT!"</span>
Despite disposing of them quite easily, the small horde of undead begin to crowd around you to your rising anger. Sweeping your arms you knock several of them aside at a time, but can't keep from being surrounded. Unnervingly though, through your rage you eventually notice the zombies aren't actually doing anything besides just stand around you aimlessly. It's when, in frustration, you yell in provocation that they begin to attack you. Nothing which could harm you of course, but they're making effort now.
<span class="mu-b">"-mhmm... stop it?"</span>
And like that, slowly the zombies settle down and go back to standing without action. You're standing to understand now, that this is no coincidence. It was safe to assume they were hostile at first, but you believe this gathered lot of undead are those of the crew whose ship you sunk, that succumbed to your unholy nature. There might be others out there too, of different types of cursed victims. But these lot are the ones who became zombies, and following your presence they finally caught up to you here after departing from their watery graves. More than just logical deduction as well, now that you're close and engaged with them, you can sense your own essence in them.
So they are actually your zombies, just seeking out their creator. But what you choose to do with them... may be a difficult issue because of your pet humans nearby, watching in both horror and hope that you'll victoriously save the day. Your captives obviously don't know that the zombies are yours, so depending on what you do will affect how relations go, positive or negative.
