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"Gramps, I changed my mind! I'm paying for everything," Isaac shouted before he continued to eat. He felt The mermaid's tail brushing against his leg, but didn't react at first. Though, when that tail fin, reached higher, he stopped eating and asked her, "You're in the mood for something other than food...or do you not know where your tail is?"

"What's the Total Gramps?" Isaaac called out. The old man in the kitchen shouted back, "800,991 Beli!" Isaac sighed before looking the mermaid in the eyes. His stare was piercing and at the same time, calm, and reflected a fondness. He wiped his hands, wiped his mouth, and got up from the table. He then walked around to The mermaid and picked her; carrying her bridal style up a set of stair to a room.

((Time skip...))

Nerrie sighed in content, her sexual appetite sated for the first time in over a year. And she was really getting used to being carried like a princess.

She turned and saw Isaac's grandfather counting money as he placed her in a chair. He was so gentle... It was cute.

"Well, I suppose I'd like to chat for a bit." she answered, smiling smugly. "We never even introduced ourselves. For starters, I'm Redscale Neried, Nerrie for short. I'm an Informant in the Network Division of the Seven Star Isles Militia. And who might you be, stud?"

Nerrie leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she twirled a strand of her hair on her index finger.

So, he was a pirate, eh? Interesting... Then what was he doing here?

"Well, Isaac... You're a pirate. So... What are you doing on a resort archipelago like this one? I doubt it's just visiting relatives." she mused, smirking.

Nerrie brought her hand up to her mouth, giggling.

"Mm hm hm hm hm hm."

Well, that was an interesting dream. But she'd heard far more ridiculous dreams.

"Well... If you ask me, if anyone can accomplish that, it's you, Izzy."

Nerrie leaned back in her chair, placing her hands behind her head.

"So... Any way I can help that dream? I seem to owe you threefold now. Saving me from that thug, treating me to lunch, and now you're going to carry me to the local inventor who makes wheelchairs for mermaids."

And the great ********... But that was more of a you-scratch-my-back shtick.

"Cheesecake sounds lovely, Isaac." Nerrie replied, a flirty smirk creeping to her face.

A tap sounded on the window, followed by a loud bang on the door.

"I know you're in there! You cut my boy's arm off!" came a loud voice like a slithering snake. "Get out here and fight like a man!"

Just outside the buiding was a group of ten Fishmen, one of which was the killer whale Fishman from earlier, his arm crudely stitched back on. The ring leader seemed to be a Fishman with a very long, thing body, including a very long neck. An eel fishman, it seemed. On his shoulder was a foot-tall fishman with six legs, a hard red exoskeleton, and pincers for hands. A crab fishman, obviously. Possibly the eel fishman's number two?

"You cut my boy's arm off! You know how hard that was to stitch back on? No body messes with the Seven Star Isles' Fishman Mafia and gets away with it!"

Nerrie swallowed hard, turning to Isaac.

"You could handle one fishman. But can you handle ten?" she asked.

"Heh." the eel fishman chuckled at the sight of Isaac and his sword. "Nice last words from a dead man. Oddly poetic. Get 'im, boys."

Three fishmen charged him, seeming to be of generic fish, and each wielding some kind of weapon. One was wielding a surujin, which he three one end forward and wrapped it around Isaac's sword, while another was wearing some spiked knuckles and ran forward for a punch to the man's kidney. The third ran behind Isaac and attempted to wrap his arms over the craftman's shoulders from below to hold him still, likely confident in his fishman strength.

The four other generic fishman circled around Isaac, waiting to back the other three up should they need to.

The killer whale fishman hid behind the crab and eel fishmen, seeming unsure. Both of the ringleaders were watching with smirks on their faces.

Nerrie watched from the window, a little worried, but confident in Isaac's skills.

The fishman with the surujin recoiled, shocked at seeing his chain so easily cut through. How could that be? It was made of steel! He swung the other end around a little, then threw the weight on the end forward at Isaac's head.

The fishman with the knuckle's fists connected with Isaac's sword, the weapon strapped to his hand breaking apart as if it hit an impenetrable wall. He stepped back, grasping his wrist and now broken hand.

The fishman who was coming up behind Isaac grabbed his arms, restraining him in an arm lock on his shoulders. The fishman with the now single spiked knuckle punched for the craftsman's neck, aiming to crush his trachea.

"Boss... We should get out of here..." the killer whale fishman whispered to the eel fishman.

"Absolutely not, boy. We must uphold the reputation of the Fishman Mafia. I can't even allow one of my lower ranking members to fall to a human." The crab fishman on his shoulder giggled. "Why? Are you scared, boy?"

No... It was because this guy gave him the best ******** of his life when he barged in on Isaac and the mermaid having sex...

Nerrie, watching from the upstairs window, smirked, knowing none of them stood a chance against Isaac.