Serious: Purple hearts Chapter 4 The path toward Fishman island pt2

Namor was rested upon his ship his injuries still hurt like that day he fought Nishki. He remember the hell this place brought upon his crew how they barely escaped the admiral yet here they are again. This time is different. Thanks to his Shichibukai status no slaver or marine could touch them.
Their ship was now coated, and the journey toward fishman island was finally open. By this time tomorrow Namor would be king of fishman island, and his crew would be rich beyond their dreams. He was a bit uneasy since he hasn't been there in years. The people must hate him for killing their king and abandoning them, but Namor hoped that these years of exile would soothe their hearts. To make matters worse that bastard Shelly became king and married his love Tsunami.

Golitah licked Namor on his face being tied to the ship. He snuggled his head unto Namor's arm for comfort.

The ship was about to descend into the water....

Bruce sat on the deck of the ship, the coating barely able to contain his massive size. This was something Bruce had to get used to at an early age ever since he had to fight adult fishman when he was but a mere child. With a sigh Bruce looked into the ocean through the coating just watching the fish swim by. At this point a lot seemed to be on Bruce's mind, his captain was now Shichibukai which would stop the Marines and slavers. However upstarts looking for fame and dangerous mission working for the World Government was all that was in their future.

This made Bruce uneasy just sitting there, he wanted to train and get stronger. If he could do this he could protect not only himself, but his nakama as well. Back a before they set sail Bruce had done a bit of training, however he had little to show for it other than a few new attacks. Bruce didn't feel any stronger than he was back when the Admiral tore his captain into shreds. If he couldn't stop it then, Bruce didn't see anyway to protect them in the future.

"Ugh...How long is this going to take? Damn it..." mumbled Bruce.

Namor could see something was wrong with bruce. He gently pushed Golith off his body, and turned toward Bruce with some sake that Namor had brought for the incoming journey. He was going to save it til after the invasion, but this seemed like a good time too. He poured a cup of sake for himself and a rather large bowl for bruce. Namor wanted to know what was wrong with bruce, and offered the sake as a way for him to loosen up and finally open up. "What's wrong bruce? Something has been troubling you. You and criag are the oldest members of my crew, and as long as I know you you always had this burden around your from your past. I don't want any secrets between us brother or how will I be able to trust you? Please bruce tell me what it the matter so we may bury your inner demons."

Namor looked at Bruce with a serious look. There was no joking or humor in his voice, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Namor wanted to help bruce, but he needed to know more about bruce in order to help.

Craig opened the cabin door, and nervously made his way on, staring carefully at the coating in worry. "Uh, Bruce, buddy, could you just get a little closer to the deck? I keep worring the whole things gonna pop." he asked carefully, still looking round in case if there was something sharp and pointy heading towards their only air supply. He then noticed Namor and Bruce looked rather serious at the moment and asked; "Wow, what's up? You guy's look like someone stole your girl, your drink and your shorts." he asked concerened.

Far below surface about 3,000 meters down underwater....

The gentleman pirates were descending down toward fishman island in order to reach the New World. They were having a party in celebration of their enterance to the Fishman island. Captain Swashbuckel ordered his men to bring in some more liquior from the deck below. Neither did they know that a coated ship was coming right below them ready to attack. As Abel and Beligum was carrying a barrel of mead from the storage hold, the ship suddenly shoook violent. The barrel rolled from their hands off the deck of the ship. The two quickly tried to recover their last barrel of mead, but when they saw the enemy ship approaching below, The Fallen. The ocean pirates were coming toward them. First mate Torshin ordered the crew to attack sending Stormy, Whirlpool, and Big tub to attack the ship. The three fishmen jumped from their coated ship into the ocean, and swam up toward the gentlemen's pirates ship smashing it to pieces. They tore through the hull from underneath making their up toward the deck. Captaun Swashbuckel ordered his men to attack, but they were sadly outmatched. Stormy, a blowfish fishman, released hundreds of his poison spikes around his body toward the pirates. Whirlpool, metropolitan sailfish fishman, speared his sharp nose into five swordsmen. Last was Big tub, whale shark fishman, whose strength was unmatched by the humans. After killing off most of the crew, the ocean pirates made off with their cargo leaving Swashbunkel, Abel, and beligum tied to the mast. Then a huge sea king appeared summoned to finish the job. The gentlemen pirates screamed from their lives for the last thing they would see in this world was the jaws of the gigantic sea king.

Meanwhile back on the surface....

Namor decided that maybe this wasn't the best time to get Bruce to open up. Maybe he just needed a bit more time, though Namor felt hurt that this person who consider his brethern would keep secrets from him. "Last call anybody who is not on the ship will get their asses left behind" Namor called to his crewmates who may have not have been on the ship at the time. He then turned to craig "Nothing is wrong. We just had a bit of a conversation." Not wanting Bruce to feel pressured Namor redirected the question toward something else "Just wait til we get there craig. I'll take you to all the hot spots of fishman island. We are going check out all the bars where the lovely mermaids hang out. Believe me you haven't seen nothing yet unless you see a mermaind. Once you go merfolk you will never desire another woman again Brawh ha ha ha ha ha."

Greim walked out of his room. He had finished placing his things in the right place, he felt better when he knew his things were in a safe place and allowed him to have comfortable nights.
He saw Namor and his other crewmates Bruce and Craig. He walked up to Namor and told him:

"Hey Namor, what's the plan?"

Namor signaled golitah to swim down into the ocean slowly pulling the ship below the surface. The ship then began to tilt as it was being pulled below the waves. The water began to surround the the coated ship as it sailed below underwater. A view of the blue ocean and schools of exotic fish was to been seen as the ship descended. Golitah began pulling the ship toward fishman island 10,000 meters below. Namor himself had swam the calm belts single handly, so this was nothing too special for him. He could only imagine the reactions of his crewmate. Only a portion of the bottom of the ship was underwater at this time.

"The plan Greim? Well we go to the royal demand that the royal family to give back my throne and cut down anyone in our way. It short, sweet, and to the point."

Craig merely stared into space happily as mentioned the magic words, 'bar', 'beautiful' and 'mermaid', all that needed to be known now if mermen had good rave music and Craig had now found a new paridise, or at the very least somewhere to go holiday to. "Mermaids and bars, mermaids and bars, mermaids and bars, mermaids and bars......." Craig kept repeating to himself as he stared into empty space, swaying from side to side, picturing a group of beauties clustered aroundhim on the dance floor as he took a swig from a bottle of rum. Craig even began drooling, still repeating his monotinous chanbt, and having little attention to the worl around him.

Marissa's heart was pounding so hard with terror that she was convinced that it would shatter her ribcage. Her lungs burned as she swam away from the wreckage as fast as her fins could carry her.
But thanks to her recent injury, that wasn't very fast at all.

The young mermaid had been out on the coast of Fishman Island, trying to update some of her old maps when a pirate ship suddenly started to enter their waters. In fear for her life, Marissa dived beneath the waves to evade them. She had heard horrible stories regarding what pirates did to mermaids when they found them and she was fearful of becoming the next protagonist in once such horror story.
However, the moment that she was "safely" beneath the waves, another pirate ship- this one of Fishmen- suddenly pulled up to attack.
Marissa swam away as fast as she could, escaping the carnage that followed and doubling her speed when she spotted a giant sea king, moving in to finish the job no doubt.

In her sudden attempt to escape, she hadn't noticed a large bed of spiked coral beneath her and the spines of reef grazed her tail- her own long sinewy, Lion fish spines not having any effect on the coral.
She whimpered slightly in pain and kept swimming, though she could feel her body weakening. She needed to get to safety and to get ashore- but there was no way that she was going back to see those humans die and risk those pirates coming after her too.
Her tail was in pain and her chest ached from all of the sudden panicking and escaping. She could feel herself growing weaker.

Marissa hadn't gotten much further when she noticed a long shadow at the surface in the horizon. Her amber eyes widened in shock when she realised that it was another pirate ship - and this one was diving beneath the surface too! Tugged by a colossal blue and green sea bull nonetheless! What if these pirates saw her? She didn't recognise the purple flag as one from the island, but she wasn't taking any chances.
She tried her best to speed up, to hide from it- but it was no use.

The young mermaid gave a sharp cry of pain and her form went limp as she slipped into a state of unconciousness, drained of energy. Her body was now at the mercy of the tides and soon, these new pirates to enter the water.
Marissa slowly sank to the sea bed, her long sandy-blonde hair floating around her milky skin in plumes of gold and her white and red injured tail twisting delicately as she fell downward.

annachie had been sailing for weeks and he had finished the last of all his supplies 3 days ago and blood 3 weeks ago and his body was weak it was barely able to hold him without his cane to lean on he was willing to eat anything for blood his hearing was nearly gone and his sense of smell had been dominated and all he could smell was blood and it was stronger to one side of his ship as he looked into the water he swore he saw another living creature with some blood in it, he then looked again and saw it was a mermaid he didnt want to harm any creature with beauty such as a mermaid but he had to eat, he then tipped his body over board trying to get over on board his ship he used the blunt end of his can to try and get her up, it took about an hour but he managed to pull her up, closer up she was prettier but he saw the bleeding wound he exposed his fangs and was about to drink from an innocent person he hated himself for even thinking of it but he needed to stay healthy and may be he could get the mermaid healthy he just hoped she wouldnt waken.

Namor looked across to see that a human was...was...was EATING a mermaid?! He ordered Goliath to stop pulling the ship, so that he could swim toward the ship and save the mermaid. Namor jumped into the water, and swam quickly toward the stranger's ship to save the mermaid. There was no way Namor could forgive someone who harmed a mermaid. When Namor got a hold to him he was going to tear him apart. Namor walked upon the ship toward the human "What the hell are you doing?!"

Marissa winced as her body was exposed to fresh air once more, her consciousness having returned somewhat as she was pulled to the surface. The mermaid could feel someone lifting her into their arms and her breathing rattled in her throat.
She gave a soft cry as the sting returned to her tail and tried to move in vain. Her body was completely drained of energy and she didn't have the strength to struggle.
She lay in the grip of her captor, her eyes still closed, unable to see the fangs that he had exposed. She could only silently hope that the human that had dragged her up didn't intend to hurt her.

annachie was barely able to stand up himself and as namor came onto his ship he fell back away from the mermaid because he was in no condition to fight this guy nor did he want to. he spoke to namor as he got up mostly leaning on his cane "i havent eaten or drank anything for days also i need something else which i havent had for 3 weeks" he didnt want to tell namor his devil fruit. as he walked slowly and painfully to his door into his ship and he stopped and said "im sorry"

Namor looked at the human. He was clearly in no condition to fight. Namor just couldn't beat the crap out of him. He picked up the mermaid in order to give her medical attention aboard his ship. Namor gently scooped her up in his arms. She kinda reminded him of someone he knew long along..... Namor then turned back toward the starving human. He couldn't just let him starve here in the middle of the ocean. His honor demands that no purple heart should turn away a person in need. Namor sighed "Ok we got some food aboard my ship. If you want u can have some of my food on my ship over there, but all we have is some raw bloody fish that hasn't been cooked in the kitchen. I hope that's alright. Just follow me and my crew will help you with anythin you might need" He jumped off the ship thinking the human would follow him toward his pirate ship. When Namor rejoined the other purple heart pirate he handed the mermaid toward the crew's doctor Nejin "This mermaid needs medical attention. Do what you can for her." Namor then awaited for the human to come aboard his ship. Hopefully before it completely submerges underwater.

Marissa's eyes opened a fraction when she felt herself being lifted into Namor's arms. She looked up at the fishman, her vision blurry but her heart starting to race with panic.
What was going on? A moment ago, some kind of human had been holding her...
What if this fishman was one of the ones from the island that had abused her before?

She gave a light little moan, wriggling in his arms slightly but still unable to move any of her limbs efficiently. She felt him moving with her, back through the water and heard him speaking to someone else- though his voice was nothing more than an echo to her.
For some reason, she felt a little more at ease- his movements weren't hostile in the slightest.
Marissa struggled to stay awake but found herself slipping back into a state of unconciousness, completely blacking out once again.

A while later, the young mermaid awoke, sitting up and looking around with wide eyes. "Where am I?!"

annachie made his way onto the ship that namor had said he could come on and followed namor as he carried away his first easy meal for days. as he got onto the ship he made his way to a wall and sat on a box still using his cane to rest himself on and said " who are you? why are you helping me after you saw what i tried to do?" the smell of blood was coming from every direction his insticts were going crazy but he controlled himself and waited for namors reaction.

Namor looked at them both. It was strange but Namor never formerly introduced himself to them before. In fact he never did with any of his crewmates. This was a problem he would have to fix this problem. "My name is Namor Oceanus, captain of Purple hearts and Royal Shichibukai. You are on my ship sweetie." Namor then turned to the blood sucking human "I can't simply hurt you while I see you are starving. If I am anything I'm a fishman of honor. If you want any food there is some fresh fish in storage in the kitchen(they are raw and have some blood in them if annachie want to eat.). I have traveled these seas alone myself and often found myself starving."

Up until Namor had finished his introduction to the newcomers, Craig had actually kept on daydreaming and chanting ever since he started, though was dragged back into reality when he noticed Marissa and Annachie. "Eh? Who are these two? Why's that guy got blood around his mouth? Ohhh one of them's a mermaid~! Hang on she's bleeding! Oi, doctor! We need some help over here!", he babbled in suprise, looking around franticly for the ship's doctor in blind panic, and occasionly stare in awe at the mermaid.

Marissa took a deep breath to calm herself, still a little shaken and her tail still aching.
She sat up, looking up at Namor, fearfully at first but upon seeing his kindness and his proclamation to be an honourable fishman, her fear faded slightly. These people were trying to help her.
She wasn't sure why, (as she had never been assisted by strangers before- or anyone who didn't expect something in return, for that matter), but they didn't seem to mean to cause her harm in any way.

Marissa blinked when she noticed a human babbling in surprise nearby. Once again, he didn't seem violent or hostile at all. She swallowed, looking back up at Namor and decided to introduce herself, saying quietly: "My name is Marissa Mizune. Thank you for taking me aboard your ship, Mr Oceanus..." She shivered, trying to flex her fins. "You really don't need to go to any trouble though. I don't want to burden you or your crew."

Greim looked at the mermaid surprised and got near her slowly, so she wouldnt be afraid of him.

"Are you... a real mermaid? My name is Greim Glowheart, I'm a swordsman, nice to meet you."

He took her hand and kissed it in a royal manner. She was such a beautiful creature.

as Namor told him that there was fish he could eat he still hated himself for what he tried to do and said "im sorry for what i tried to do and i thank you for letting me onboard and letting me have a meal. but im sorry i cant eat right now because i just tried to take blood from an innocent person " he then turned and hobbled putting most of his weight onto his cane and headed down looking for a room any room bedroom,toilet , cleaning area even a store room which he could sit in. as he searched he found a store room made his way inside than locked it from the inside he could smell no blood and he saw no food and he didnt care he just sat agaist the wall thinking of what he was going to do. how he was going to drain anothers life for his own selfish need."

Namor almost laughed when he saw how his crew was reacting when they saw the mermaid. He almost forgot that most humans have never been to fishman island, so these guys probably never saw a mermaid before. The human had left inside the ship. He would have went after him, but he figured that the human just needed some rest and wouldn't want to be disturbed. Namor talked to the mermaid in a soft friendly voice for he didn't want to scare her "Sweetie you would no burden at all. My crew could use the company of woman like yourself. This ship desperately needs a woman's touch. Besides I can't just send you off, until that wound is healed. So please feel welcomed to stay until you are well again I won't take no for an answer. By any chance are you from fishman island?"

Marissa blinked and blushed slightly at Greim's actions, not used to being treated in such a way at all. "Uh...it's nice to meet you, Mr Glowheart. I've never met a swordsman before...I'm a navigator." She stretched her fins out, raising her eyebrows at his wonder. "Indeed... I'm a mermaid. There are a lot more of my kind on the island." She sighed bashfully. "I'm not very unique."

Her brows furrowed when she noticed the human who had lifted her from the water, leaving. She was still quite nervous of him as he seemed a little too guilty for his actions regarding her earlier for them to have been innocent ones...but she still felt a little concerned for him.

She looked to Namor again, slightly more at ease due to his soft, non-threatening voice and thought about his offer. "I..."
Realistically, she was capable of going nowhere until that wound was healed. Also, this was a real crew asking her to stay! This could be just the freedom that she had been looking for.
A ripple of distrust went through her stomach. Nobody had ever treated her this kindly before aside from her own parents...did they have an ulterior motive for wanting her around?
Marissa decided to take a chance, looking back up at Namor. "Thank you, Mr Oceanus. I'd like to stay with you and your crew then. I'll do my best to provide a...woman's touch." Her gaze dropped downward and she sighed. "Yes...I am from Fishman Island. I was born in the North Lagoon. But...I have nothing to return to there. Both of my parents are dead...and my aunt treats me as a slave...I ran away from them a long time ago and I've been on my own ever since." She bit her lip, looking down at her hands in her lap with a mixture of sadness and suffocated anger. "Truthfully, I hate that island...and its society..."

annachie made his way through the store room he unlocked the dock though he pocketed the key and opened it and made sure no one was very close he went back inside not closing the door and sat agaisnt box that didnt cover his back and swung a few times with his cane into his own back, recoiling a little in pain but getting a little joy out of the pain too. after a few more swings his back was bleeding again he got the head of his cane which had blood on it and he licked it like a lollipop but it didnt help with his yurning for it actually it made him want it more but he just wanted the taste of blood in his mouth.

Craig began streaming tears like a waterfall as he listened to the mermaids tale, sniffling in sadness an blowing his nose in a a spare tissue. He then reached out his arm, still crying, and slapped Greim in the back of the head, before saying miserably; "Go get the doctor already, I can't see him anywhere here", and carrying on with his bucket load of tears, before suddenly stopping and asking confused; "Wait, what was the other dude doing out in the ocean?"