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Innocent Locals Terrorised by Fishes and a Dwarf
Topic Started: Feb 15 2018, 08:38 PM (900 Views)
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"..... Who cares if the auction's already over. We can sell it to some people on the way out! We won't get as much, but it'll still be a small fortune. I mean, look at how big it is!"

Jumbled voices floated into Don's ears. The fishman tried to open his eyes, but his body didn't move. Where am I? He could feel the things around him. Wood? Yeah. It felt like he was lying down on some wood. Some sort of flat wooden flooring? No, he felt movement. Whatever he was lying on, it was rocking along and bumping up and down.

A wagon? Don tried to move his head, but it was all to no avail. Some voices came up from ahead before whatever Don was on jerked to a stop.

"Oh, it's you guys. Look what we've got here; a fishman! Look at how big he is, I bet he can fetch a pretty coin." The voice laughed to himself, Don trying to comprehend his words.

"Good job. Too bad we were late for the auction... no matter. Here, lets take him back to the boss. We can store him with the rest."

An auction...? Images shot through Don's head as he lapsed into a state of quiet. It lasted but an instant, yet it seemed like a long time. I... remember. His eyes fluttered open, staring up at the blue sky above.

Don remembered all that happened now. He'd arrived on Gesso island with Amos, and they'd stumbled onto a slavery auction. What happened next was a bit of a blur, all Don could remember was that he went on a rampage. The last thing he could remember was an explosion. That explosion must'a knocked me out. Then these guys found me? Guess I'll go with that explanation for now.

The fishman didn't move, only glancing around with his eyes. He could see that he was in a wooden cart, his earlier assumption being correct. From what he could see in his limited view, there were about a dozen men walking along with him. Don grinned and pushed himself up.

"What the-!" The man's voice was cut short as Don's tail slammed into him. All of the men turned to stare at Don in shock, gaping jaws as they saw him awake and standing up.

Crack.

Don twisted his head, stretching his neck to the sound of a crack. "This should be a nice little warm up." The fishman grinned and his scaled hardened, something he'd gotten used to doing before every fight. Mmm, 15 seconds.



Don popped a piece of candy into his mouth, whistling joyously as he trotted off. A dozen or so men littered a gravel path, each and every one unconscious on the ground. Took 16... guess that explosion really took it out of me.

The fishman was sure that he was still on the same island as before, thanks to the entire island being white. Interestingly enough, all of the men he fought earlier were normally coloured. Don didn't take notice of this though due to his grogginess. Guess I'll go head to the main town again. Need to find Amos.

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Geralf looked far into the distance, his eyes squinted as if trying to focus on something in particular; white, everything was pure white, everything had been washed out of emotions, like him but not fully. Though Geralf wasn’t fairly new to this, he had already seen this but not to this extent. Yes, mental asylums also have a specialized padded room affixed with bright lighting where everything is white and echoes are practically non-existent.

It didn’t really bothered him that the town lacked vibrant colors as he casually strolled the streets west of Turpintown where he had just arrived a few minutes before, he has heard many things before in the past about this island. It was a relatively peaceful island and that the residents carried on with life normally, the streets are filled with people exchanging stuffs for tubes of paint, weird.

‘Amusing.’

Geralf knew what he came for in this island; he left home in search of the ultimate knowledge on how to bring someone back from the afterlife, a seriously prohibited act in some other culture but no law could stop this fishman from acquiring the necessary knowledge for this act of heresy. He doesn't really care about anything for the time being for his goal has already been set.

“There should be a library here somewhere.” Geralf whispered to himself, tapping his cane in tandem with step that he takes, looking around and mapping the location at the same time. He was still clearly in the docks and he could see pirates getting busy with their loot for the day as they made their way into this store where the line was snaking all the way back to where his current position is.

‘Is this some sort of a trading post for this island?’ Geralf thought, ‘Hmmm.. There might be something I can find in that place.’ He continued as he walked past the crowd and went into the direction of the store.



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"There it is."

Glares came his way as Don entered the town once again. The people eyed his coloured clothing and skin with differing looks. Well, his light bluish-gray skin wasn't particularly eye-popping or saturated. Still, it was better than pure white. There was a slight difference in the gazes he got this time though. Surprisingly, the coat he bought in this town was fairly unscathed.

Something Don came to realise quickly was the town's size. He was thinking earlier that he'd just head to the same clothing store as before, whose backroom tunnel would then lead him back to the auction. Unfortunately, he had no idea which side of town the clothing store was at. Gah, this is getting complicated. How will I find Amos quickly?

"Hey you." Don reached his arm out behind him and grabbed hold of a young teen's arm. The fishman twisted his head back and glared down at the boy. Much like the other locals, the youth was white from head to toe. At the very moment, his arm was inside Don's coat pocket.

"I-I'm sorry. I swear mister, I wasn't trying to steal-"

Don turned around fully and pulled the kid closely his collar. "Do you know where a clothing store owned by an old man is?" Don's question caused the boy to pause and look at him confusedly. After a few seconds, the boy shook his head.

"There's a few clothing shops in the town, but I don't know their owners." Don frowned and began thinking up solutions to the issue at hand. It was then that the boy's eyes opened wide and his mouth opened wide. "Oh! I know. It's gotta be Ultramarine! He's not far, just go down that way to the docks." The boy smiled, pleased with his knowledge. The boy's guess wasn't bad either, Ultramarine being someone foreigners traded with often.

Don glared at the kid for a second to determine if there was any truth before letting go. The kid stumbled back and ran off immediately. "Docks huh. The store wasn't far from where we left the ship, so he could be right. We didn't actually land at the docks though..." Don shook his head and decided to try it, as it was his only option.



The docks came into view, and along with it were pirates. Lots and lots of pirates. They seemed to be lining up for a shop. Damn. Don had a feeling that this 'Ultramarine' guy was in that shop. If so, it definitely wasn't the place Don was looking for.

Don kept walking to it though, hoping that the old man who ran it would know the place Don wanted to find.
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Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of the iron cleat striking the pavement had its echo deadened by the vast openness of the docks as he paced his way towards the store, past the snaking crowd of different status and professions. Geralf could make out the shape which was a little unusual compared to the others structures; this shape turns out weird in a sense that it’s the only one of its kind, aside from the depressing white theme surrounding the wholeness of the town.

“Ahh.. Here it is.” Geralf said sounding as if he accomplished something in particular.

Taking in the salty air though his gills and into his lungs, he inhaled deeply. Geralf could then feel the stares behind him, sharp like a thousand knives pointing in his direction though it wasn’t enough to send shivers down his cartilaginous vertebrae and instead, the fishman shrugged it off like it was nothing. He isn’t even a newbie in receiving death threats either; his family had received hundreds of these like it was a love letter from an obsessed admirer, or stalker whichever fits the description.

Geralf thought, ‘These weak creatures should know in their puny minds that they won’t even stand a chance. But-‘

“HEY!”

The doctor had his thought stopped but continued to scan the structure before him, and just as he was about to reach the knob, he felt a strong grip on his arm and turned him around. Geralf was quite surprised in the event.

“WHO DO YOU ARE FISHMAN?! OPEN THOSE WEAK EYES! CAN’T YOU SEE THERE’S A LINE?!”

‘Weak.’

“Why I’m Geralf von Dietrich, a proud fishman of the Dietrich lineage.” Geralf said in a calm manner as he looked at the burly man with a cold stare and a slight frown, and unpleasant interaction early in the morning. “And who might you be? Hmmm?”



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Murmurs and hints of conversation entered Don's ears, but little of interest came under his knowledge. The corners of his mouth dipped as he scanned the line to the shop. Its length was something he had no time to entertain.

"Hmph." One displeased man shot Don a cold eye, but the large fishman didn't back down and kept walking by. His tail fin raised up slightly, a subtle sign that Don was prepared for an altercation.

"FISHMAN!"

Don's ears perked up as some yelling came from in front. In fact, as he neared; he noticed that it was right in front of the entrance. Don's natural inclination was to think that he was being yelled at. To his surprise though, the source of the voice - a burly pirate - was focused on yelling at a bizarre looking man.

Another fishman? Don had only seen so many fishmen in his life due to being taken away, yet on this island alone he'd seen 2, this being the second.

From what he heard the man yell, it seemed that the fishman cut the line. Don too was looking to do the same, so this man was already an obstacle. Thanks to the other fishman, he'd been drawn out and made visible.

As the burly man yelled and spat out incessant slurs, Don trotted up behind him and raised his hand. With a muffled thud, Don smacked the man's temple with the back of his palm. It was a simple action, but Don's brute strength had grown over the course of his travels. The burly man's grip would loosen followed by stumbling onto the ground.

The other fishman was quite tall now that Don got a good look at him, standing between him and the entrance. Ignoring the pirates behind him who grew rowdy and angry, Don spoke with courtesy. "I'm in a bit of a hurry, could you let me go first?" Don attempted to be polite to one of the few of his kind that he'd met, but if he really needed to; he'd make the fishman move with force.
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Geralf stood stern in front of the door; and in a matter of a few seconds, the pirate in front of him was knocked down with ease, falling limp despite his burly figure which quite amused Geralf in a way.

‘Oh? Those muscles were all for nothing, I see?’ Geralf gave out a silent chuckle.

Just thinking about muscles sends a tickle on the fishman’s head, which was one of the few things he considered happiness in this world which he thinks, is against him. His psychotic eyes focused down on the pirate before him, he then lifted his cane and started poking at the guy who groaned with each poke coming from the iron cleat.

‘This piece of trash didn’t answer my question, hmmm? How.. rude..’


“That wasn’t necessary.” The Geralf’s eyes shoots towards the other fishman standing before him, he gave a displeased look. “I could’ve taken him out myself.” He paused and gave out a loud sigh and continued. “But no matter, you have my gratitude for saving my attire from getting soiled, hmmm.”

Geralf wasn’t angry, just displeased that he could’ve been the one to take out the unruly pirate, oh how great it is to see blood being shed. His poking around grew heavier and heavier to the point that the soft groans grows louder and louder, but the fishman suddenly restrains himself as the thought of his goal shot through his mind, he has more important things to do than this mindless squabble.

Loosening his grip on the cane, Geralf shifts it to his other hand and turns around and reached for the knob for the second time around, and this time his webbed fingers was able to wrap around the shiny doorknob.

“This doctor has some important matter to attend to.” Geralf once again said in a calm tone, turned the knob and casually lets himself inside the store.

"WELCOME!"
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Lines, Dahlia disliked standing in line, especially with people that weren’t used to Dwarfs, if she wasn’t one of the few things on this island that actually had some color on it they might not even notice her. Needless to say she was starting to get fed up with the slow pace that this line was giving, people were heading in one at the time and it was driving her nuts.

She calmed herself just a little bit by letting out a sigh, and getting a better look at the people around her. Most of them were sailors of some sort that had come to this shop to trade their beli for paint, which apparently was the only currency that would be accepted here. She adjusted her hat and prepared to move forwards as the next person would be going in but something different was happening this time. She had to step out to the side to see what the commotion was, and the sight managed to surprise her.

’Are those fishmen? Are those Fishmen cutting!” She watched as the more muscular of the two simply battered a man into unconsciousness with his shark-like tail. She looked back at the line to see that seemingly unaware of the fight up front, if you could call it that, the person behind her had moved into her spot. Her eye ticked a little bit. ”Fine, if nobody is gonna respect the line why should I” She turned back to the front where it looked like the hammer headed one was making his entrance.

Dahlia rolled her eyes, she hadn’t understood why people were entering one at a time in the first place, she made a dash at the entrance. She spoke to the fishmen as she hopped on top of the downed muscular man on her way in. ”If we aren't waiting in line anyhow no reason to take turns going inside. She winked before dashing inside between the hammer-head’s legs.
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The weird looking fishman responded less than kindly to Don's action, poking and jabbing the burly man. The mannerisms and tone of speech which the fishman used caused Don to be slightly taken aback. The impression that he gave off was one unfamiliar to Don. He also doubted the man was from Fishman Island either, given his bizarre ways. At the very least, he was unlike the general populace that Don remembered.

The fishman gave one last remark, calling himself a doctor after turning around and starting to enter the shop. Fuck's sake. Don was of the mind to reach out and yank the fishman back, but a short little fellow caught his attention. The girl hopped above the burly man's body and shot into the shop, while saying something that made some good sense. Why were they going in one by one? The shop wasn't particularly small any ways.

Don had lost the will to even fight, rubbing his temples and walking in defeated. There was no point trying to force his way through. Now that he thought about it anyways, he must have been knocked out for a good while. Amos was likely far gone, either returned to their ship or somewhere else.

A loud voice rang out, Don glancing up to see a cooky old man. An eye catching characteristic of the man was the poncho he donned around his body. Wearing a poncho was weird enough, but this poncho was a bright neon colour. On an island where colour was a rare commodity, a bright neon poncho like this was completely out of the ordinary. It provided more evidence to Don's guess though. The old man who Don was looking for shared many similarities with this old man. They both wore bright colours, owned stores, and from what the man just yelled; they were both eccentric geezers.

What Don didn't notice though, was the commotion coming from outside. A group of men had just arrived, and not in good condition. In fact, the dozen or so men looked like they'd been beat up just recently. Don wouldn't remember if he saw them, but these men were the ones who found him.



"The hell happened to you guys?! The captain was lookin' for ya."

"Oh don't even fuckin' start with it. We caught a tough break fighting some fish bastard. Knocked us all out and took our stuff."

"Fish bastard? Funny you say that, some fish son of a bitch just knocked out Billy. Him and another fish, his friend I reckon, just ran into that there shop. Heh, we sent some guys to go call more men. The vice-captain too. Just wait 'till they get here."

"Wait... Was the fishman about this tall?... With a tail?"

"Yeah.. Why?"

"That's the fucker who did us in!"
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Inside the establishment looked more like a shop than the entire city combined, the shop was vibrant and colorful and is filled with stuffs like paint canisters. No wonder this store is being lined upon by pirates and traders, this is the only place where they could get their commodities sold for paint, a critical source of income for the residents of the island.

Once inside, Geralf could make out two people at the counter; a guy and a lady, both are in their late thirties he assumed. The guy was wearing a simple tank top, red in color and a beige trousers accented by a purple sash around his waist while the lady dons more extravagant clothes, she wears a floral dress with frills on the hem, it was bright orange in color with blue accent along the skirt. The lady looked like someone of a high stature in the society.

‘What is this? An art shop?!’

All he could see were canisters of paint, stacked up on the shelves of different shades from reds to violets. But still, it was the center of trades around the island and where there are trades there is information to be told. Geralf took a few steps forward in the direction of the counter when a small dwarf sprinted forward; this took the doctor by surprise and made him pause for a while.

“What was that creature, hmmm?!”

It was the first time that Geralf encountered such a creature, what a tiny creature and it moved beyond a regular human speed. Maybe, just maybe, if Geralf wasn’t a fishman then he wouldn’t be able to notice it sprinting with blinding quickness. He smiled as he thought how it was possible, with such tiny body and that burst of speed and maybe if he gets a hold of that creature, he could dissect it and find out once and for all how its body works. It would be a huge contribution to science.

Geralf continued forward, towering behind the humans. He looked down at the old man with his psychotic eyes, locking on his bright poncho.

“What can I do for you fishman?”

"I need some information and maybe you could direct me where the library is.”

Both the human before him turned around, with a look of discontentment that they were cut in the middle of their conversation with the old man behind the counter. Then suddenly, the man bursts out in a violent manner, grabbing Geralf on his collar with both hands. The fishman was taken aback by this and took a few steps backwards as the man was quite leaning on him, but was able to stop it by using his other foot as an anchor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you man?! Don't you see that were still talking? Oh I know, you're asking for yer' ass to get kicked!”

“This again, I’ve been quite in an ordeal earlier and it’s starting to get on my nerves.”

Geralf looked down on the human as he gripped his cane, readying himself for a scuffle which he tried hard to avoid.
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’oh great, it’s fancy people now I’m even madder we were waiting outside all that time. They must not be very smart to be insisting a bunch of pirates should wait while they finish talking. Although I wonder what the store owner thinks of it.’ The pink haired dwarf decided to ignore them, as they obviously would be caught up with that for a while. She made the leap up to the counter which the colorful man was behind watching the altercation with a mild expression of amusement.

She cleared her throat loudly to get the man to look at her instead of the fight. The brightly colored individual looked mildly shocked to see a tiny person standing on his counter, but quickly recovered as he had seen all types pass through.

”umm may I help you? he asked quizzically

Dahlia smiled sweetly at him ”yes sir! I’d like to trade some beli to paint so that I can head into town, preferably before… She felt a finger poke her in the back. She stiffened up instinctively as the rich looking lady spoke slowly turning around with a angry pouting expression.

”oh I didn’t know you kept exsotic pets in your shop. The woman reached out to grab the Dwarf off the table but recoiled when Dahlia shouted at her for the insult.

”PET! I am not a pet lady! Her voice went from a mild even sound to more of an angry squeak near the end of her sentence. The woman was shocked for a moment but then made a swooning noise.

”Aww, she’s so cute.” The woman reached down one more time but this time Dahlia wasn’t in the mood to leave it at just shouting. Dahlia grabbed her by the hand and lifted her off her feet.

” I said! I’m. Not. A. PET! She punctuated that last word by tossing her into the man she was with, sending them both rolling out the door. She breathed heavily for a few seconds before straightening up and coughing into her hand. ”Well then, I’ll wait for the doctor, I’m just here to exchange anyhow.” She said, all the anger from her outburst seemingly gone.
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Don browsed a section of paint, observing the various coloured items that were up for sale. The fishman was rather curious how the old man kept his inventory from being stolen. Just walking around in the streets, you ran a risk of being robbed for any colourful possessions you had. Don himself didn't experience this (save a few pesky kids who didn't know better), his own demeanour being the best deterrent he could buy. Still, it was something he'd heard of and to an extent; seen.

"I wonder if they'd like this colour," Don muttered to himself. He glanced down at his coat and thought about painting the back of it. Maybe he could put their crew logo on it. Or would that be too tacky? Maybe he could have his own person symbol. It didn't have to be a specific symbol either, he could just draw a cool design. As he was thinking this, some noise from within the store caused him to glance up.

These two are a handful. I just want to ask that old man some questions in peace...

His eyes narrowed at the small thing which shot past them earlier as it argued with a rather obnoxious looking woman. A few words later and the little thing threw the woman a good distance, hitting the man she was with and sending the two tumbling out the entrance. The old man looked rather surprised by this, but he didn't run away or anything of the sort. He was a rather bizarre old fellow.

"Hey old man, you know a store keeper who wears bright green clothing? He was in a... suit and a top hat." Don asked his question quickly and bluntly, trying to waste no more time in this shop.

"Nope." The old man smiled at Don and raised his hands while shaking his head. "I don't visit other shops all that often, this ol' store here's my baby." He gave Don a toothy grin and turned back to other fishman.

Don sighed again and turned to leave the building, stretching his neck left and right. Guess I'll have to search for the ship alone.



"There?"

"Y-yes."

A jagged red-haired man stood outside the shop, a dozen meters away. A scar rand down his right cheek, and he stood at least 10 feet tall. Veins popped out of his right arm as he clenched his fist. If Don stepped outside, he'd see that all the pirates had left the line. Each and everyone lined up behind the man. "SET!"

At his word, the pirates behind him moved apart and a group of men came carrying a large cannon ball, the size of a full grown man in diameter. The men carrying it were red in the face, grunting in unison as they heaved it onto the red-haired man's right hand. The man grinned and hefted it up in his hand, moving his right arm back and grinning to reveal his jagged sharp teeth.

Don glanced back at the people in the shop once more before sighing. Looks like this was a wasted trip. He stepped out of the store and glanced to his side as the man and woman who were thrown out limped away. That little kid was pretty strong. Wait, where's the line?- Don's train of thought was broken as a strong voice shouted out.

"TEN HUT!"

Don glanced up to see a massive cannonball being lobbed straight at him. "Wh-" He had no time to think, relying purely on instinct as the projectile flew at him. His scales hardened and his nails became incredibly sharp as Don roared and swiped out with both arms.

Slash

The massive lead ball was cut apart into many pieces. Nonetheless, its size was incredibly impressive even in smaller pieces. The cannonball chunks would fly at the shop and bust through the walls, smashing the front wall down completely and going towards the people inside.

Don stumbled back, breathing heavily and glancing up at the pirates across him. His arms stung from taking the force, but it was nothing he hadn't gone through before. About a dozen pirates then raised up guns and aimed them straight at the shop. "Fuck." More importantly, the one able to throw such a heavy ball so hard was the one he feared. Don glared up at the red-haired man, grimacing as he tried to imagine a way out.

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Geralf was once again caught off-guard as the man gripping his collar seemingly got thrown out of the store along with his ‘friend’, he thought that maybe all those sleepless must be getting its tall on him. Though he knew he couldn’t stop, the knowledge he was seeking is far too priceless as compared to a wasted hours spent sleeping.

‘Well, this little creature had done me a favor of once again getting my hands soiled.’


Loosening his grip on his cane, he tugged and dusted his wrinkled collar. “How could I have allowed his filthy hands on me?” Geralf whispered softly as he approached the eccentric old man who doesn’t seem baffled by the events unfolding inside his shop or maybe he was already used to having some confrontation with mindless humans that this scuffle was 'normal' for him.

“Pardon my rudeness old man, as I was saying, I need some information regarding-“

BANG!

A loud blast reverberated throughout the shop as large iron chunks tore through the establishment like a hot knife on a piece of butter, impressively the shop held up except for the front wall which came crumbling down in an instant. “What know?!” The doctor screamed as he grew visibly irritated by the turning out of events which hindered his information gathering, turning towards the door or where it was supposed to be, he could make out the other fishman with his arms seemingly limp on his side.

“Old man! Hand over the information, NOW!” Geralf said in panic knowing as his seemingly calm composure shattered like an expensive glassware on a sleek ballroom floor in mere seconds, knowing that the situation is getting worse by the moment. He hastily turns around finding the old man on the ground, his left arm clutching his right shoulder, writhing in pain and his breath had become shallow. Geralf could see that there were shards embeded on his shoulder, but it wasn't really that lethal unless it was removed without proper medical care.

“I-I'm hit!“

Sigh.

“These cursed brutes are really annoying!” Geralf said in a fairly dark tone as he sets his sights on the pirates outside, slowly walking out of the crumbling establishment tipping his hat down and his grip firming around his cane.
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She got to sit off to the side as the muscular fishman asked about a different merchant, he seemed to be looking for someone. He managed to barely get out the door before the whole front wall exploded with chunks of cannonball. They flew past the taller fishman and towards the counter. Dahlia didn’t have time to do much as a bit nearly twice her size flew right at her, so she thrust her arms forwards to intercept it. The shock traveled up her arm and pushed her back making her feet dig into the countertop. She shook her hands even being slowed down by a wall those things were hitting with enough force to make her hands hurt.

The store owner wasn’t so lucky it looked like he’d gotten struck by one of the cannonball parts in his arm. Dahlia looked back at the front of the store, the Muscular fishman was standing before a large selection of people, on ten foot red haired man and a dozen or so with guns. ’looks like he must have shredded that big cannonball, and I don’t see a cannon around anywhere and that isn’t good. Ah, we’d be in way bigger trouble if that thing was whole, I guess I’ll help him instead of running. She tossed a glance at the shop owner who was really the one losing out on all this.

”I’ll um, get you some help after I take care of this.” She scampered forwards out the broken door reaching a hand inside her pack and pulling out a handful of small explosive devices. She stood on a pile of rubble, so that she had a good position to get attention and tossed the bombs towards the group with guns. ”You know, it’s pretty rude to knock down someone’s storefront.” Boom! ”and a baker’s dozen to one doesn’t seem very fair either. We’ll even that out for you.”

The group of three directly to the right of the huge man were laying in a small crater passed out with little burn marks all over. The huge red headed man did not look amused.

”Idiots! Shoot!”

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“I-I'm hit!“

The fishman eye's had been rapidly trying to find the best way out of here when the old storekeeper's voice entered his ears. Shit. Between the sudden timing of this event, Don's lack of preparation, and the dozen other things weighing on his mind; he hadn't given any though to the people back inside the shop.

Glancing back up at the red-haired man, Don turned his head back quickly to get a glance at the store behind him. To his relief, the miniature girl came shooting out of the shop just as he looked at it, followed by the bizarre fishman who Don briefly spoke to. His relief didn't last long, since there was still one more person in the store, the person whose yell of pain first caught Don's attention.

Don wanted to go back in and check on the man, but his attention was wrenched away as an explosion sounded out. Surprisingly, the source was not the enemy pirates, but it seemed to be the little girl. Her voice rang out as she taunted them in pride.

The pirates didn't take kindly to that, and the red-haired man broke them out of their shock once more by shouting a command. In a disharmonious symphony of gunfire, the many men unleashed a barrage of shots at the three people who just emerged from the store. Don was slightly taken aback by how the girl had attacked the pirates, making her a target, but any help was appreciated.

Don's already hardened scales soaked up hits as he raised his forearms up in-front of his head. He was standing in front of the shop, directly blocking the old man from taking any more damage. The rain of musket balls ended, the pirates trying to see if they'd killed their targets.

Gotta move. As much as Don wanted to leave, the injured old man was bearing down on his conscience. He was a pirate, but he wasn't a cruel one. He thought himself to be of greater moral standings than most marines even. Well, maybe he wasn't that nice, but the marines he'd met were nasty bastards, so that didn't say much.

"I'll count on ya to help out," said Don as he glanced at the little girl. He didn't check to see if the other fishman was still around or not. He didn't seem one for some jolly old cooperation, and he'd act if he wanted to. Don shot off, bolting up towards the crew of pirates. Standing back near the store would only draw fire there and risk injuring the old man. It also drew the cannon-fire. Cannonballs were powerful and destructive, but its range of effect was much smaller than an array of gunshots. Moving the target would cause it to possess no risk in harming the old man. In this case, Don was one of the main targets. If not, then Don would have free reign to tear into the pirates' ranks.

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Geralf could see that the red-haired pirate wasn’t that ecstatic upon seeing them, much to his dismay. He wasn’t really that upbeat either with what is happening around him; the doctor just wanted the information he needs and get things over with so that he could confine himself on a room somewhere and read a book for his peace and quiet.

Shooting his sights far back, he could see that the group on the right side of the red-haired pirate was easily decimated with a small explosive thrown by the tiny creature. As funny as it sounds, that small concoction actually packed a punch comparable to a grenade or a pipe bomb. Amusing, really amusing.

“You never cease to amaze me tiny creature!” Geralf’s voice now a pitch higher than it normally is as he was getting excited. “It makes me want to peek inside that tiny body, hmmm!”

And at the same time, he hastily went for a cover to his right on a crumbled piece of slab large and thick enough to repel the rain of lead heading their direction. He also noticed that the other fishman had raised his arms in front of him, choosing to take the bullets instead of taking up for a cover since there are still plenty of options to choose from.

“What is that guy doing?!”


Then he noticed that the old man, who was previously injured by shards of iron that came off as the iron chunks shattered. “I see, so he’s trying protect the old man from further harm. Remarkably commendable, it is funny that we of the superior specie would go as far as to protect these weaklings.” The doctor thought as he raised up to his knees and took a peek on the open, “One, two, three.. Seven in all not counting the red-haired one.”

Looking over to his right, Geralf could see a bit of a cover with a few debris scattered all around. He knew he use that as some sort of a makeshift shield at the same time to conceal his presence of what he was about to do, or perhaps, what he intended to do.

Geralf quickly took off under the heavy rain of lead which made him wonder how many their ammunition actually is; they seemed to carry on their barrage of gunfire for a few minutes now. The doctor then managed to sneak past the first line of debris and now onto the second and third line which places him directly beside the group on the left, around 2 to three pirates whom were so ever focused on showering the other two with their ‘gifts’.

“Judging by it, I could take down one of them and that leaves the other two. And next, I could draw their attention and give those to fine specimen a break from all these gunfire.”

The fishman then jumped out of cover and sprinted towards the nearest pirate, with the cane on his hand, he spun around and hitting the pirate with it causing him to stumble a few feet backward. “DEGEN!” Shouts Geralf as he jabs with the tip of his cane onto the pirate’s abdomen.



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