Up from the locker (Kay)

[shore]

Merry dug his webbed toes into the soft and shift underwater sands. They kicked up a bit of dirt that floated off until it couldn't be distinguished from the rest of the murky water. He brought his hand up and tore at the small fish he'd plucked up a few moments prior. It wasn't much but it took the edge off Merry's ravenous hunger. The fish let out a small trail of red, but no other predator would dare move to try and take the meal from Merry... not unless they felt comfortable becoming a meal themselves. Something darted at the edge of Merry's vision, but before he could nab it up the fish swam off. Well damn, Merry grumbled and finished devouring what he had already caught. He'd been waiting for nearly a full day for his real prey to arrive. He'd heard about them from a ship he'd...... visited.

A slaver ship, carrying fishmen cargo. Property not yet branded by the hoof of the soaring dragon. They would be laborers for the world nobles, just as soon as they were sold off. Until then, the slave ship in question was scheduled to make a routine stop at shell island in the east blue. The marine base there had agreed to offer some protection while they were at the port. Merry growled deep in his throat. Pathetic worthless humans trying to make slaves out of superior fishmen! Merry had already been near Shell island, so it wasn't hard to swim into the harbor and wait at its bottom.

A shadow blocked out the dim light from above... Merry pulled himself from his thoughts and looked up. The outline of a ship... a big ship. He gripped his giant beheading sword tightly and kicked off from the harbor's bottom. Swimming up to the surface he moved just near enough to the top of the water to get a view of the ship's flag... from what he had heard that was the same flag the slavers were supposed to have. About damn time Merry thought to himself as he dived down under the ship.

Just one more victim out at sea. Humans should just stay on the land like the dirt monkeys they are. Merry placed his left hand onto the bottom of the ship... a good strong wood. They must have paid a fair price for a nice ship like this. Merry pulled his arm back and then rammed his blade through the hull. The wood splinters and split under his strength... but it didn't pierce all the way through. It was thick too, how about that. Merry sneered and jerked his beheading sword free to give the ship another blow, this time tearing into the cargo hold of the ship. The water began to pool at the very bottom of the ship... and Merry smiled.

He pulled his sword free and moved over to another side of the ship... he had a couple more holes to make if he was going to sink this ship. Just wait brothers... soon Merry went to work tearing another hole into the ship. As he did so he heard a surprised gasp... looks like they actually had someone watching the cargo. A blurry form came into view just over the tear Merry had formed. The water bubbled up from the hole adding to the already growing pool in the bottom of the ship. A human, Merry's rage blossomed as he rammed his arm through the hole in the ship, grasping at the man's head. The splinters of the wood cut into his own skin, but the feeling of that soft flesh under his hand helped him ignore that fact. He formed a fist and felt what can only be described as a plum bursting. Drawing his hand back he saw red mix in with the water around him.

He licked his hand clean and started forming a third hole with his weapon. They were almost at the harbor, most the crew should have been topside to greet the marines and prepare to lay anchor. If Merry did this right, not a single one would ever set foot on that damn dock.

[kiarus]

Ahhh, What a wonderful day it is to deliver some slaves.

Or at least that's what the slavers thought as they cruised in on their heavily fortified boat on such a nice, bright day. Such an easy job it was, pack in slaves that were already caught and restrained and then deliver them to whoever, whenever. Fishman slaves that is, one of the very few reason that no one found it immoral. They were just creatures after all. You could turn a quick, thick buck doing it too.

The head of this ship, MoSlave they called him for his unusually long track record in this business, briskly strolled across the top deck as he looked on at the harbor ahead. He couldn't believe what smooth sailing they were having. Group of slaves under the ship and marine protection at the harbor, what more could he ask for really.

"Hey you!" MoSlave said a lower crewman. The crewman looked up surprised but at attention awaiting for MoSlaves orders, "We aren't the army son, put your arm down and go check the slaves. " He barked at him, giving him no more than the time needed to express those words before he started barking other orders. "Prepare for taking down the mask! Prepare the anchor! Get me some food juice!"

Meanwhile under the ship, the crewman followed his orders and went down to check the slaves. He slowly trudged along, hating his job. As he walked down the stairs, he let his hand glide across the railing ever slowly, showing his disinterest in his work. Unfortunately he reached the bottom only to see water spewing into the ship. He gasped and raced to the hole in order to try to cover it up. If not, it'd most likely be his ass. Though before he could do anything to mend the situation a large, beastly hand gripped his neck. He instantly gasped and chocked. All air had shot out of him from the initial clench. "Ack ack ack..." He got off before the hand tightened around his neck and his head burst like an over-sized cherry painting the nice wood with red.

However, the anchor was dropped, the mask was secured, and the boat had docked. MoSlave had already made his way to the port to greet the marines who would be 'protecting' them. Twenty marines filled onto the ship while another 10 crewman exited the ship both with different objectives. The marines started to grace the deck with their presence while others started to make their way down to the cargo with a few crewman to check slaves.

It wasn't until then that the ship begun to well, tilt. The boat begun to wobble and sink in odd proportions. This through the crew into a frenzy as they raced to find the source of the problem and MoSlave gritted his teeth, "Get those damn slaves out of the ship before it sinks!"


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"Thank you for your purchase come again!" A young, cherry woman said with smile as a modestly cloaked figure took his change and exited her store with a small bag in hand. He waved her off with a petite smirk and continued on his way. He was draped in a large, overly sized black garment that did nothing more but make his physique indistinguishable. The bottom of the cloak just barely touched the ground covering his feet and the top of the cloak hung loosely off his shoulders and arms leaving his figure up to imagination. The only discernible trait of the man was a black hilt that rose above cloak from underneath that stuck up just enough so it was aligned with the man's head. It's design looked somewhat Vatican with a gothic flavor. The man quickly gripped his black hood and draped it over both his head and the hilt and was off.