Chapter 10: The Anger of a Mother! Damon's Biggest Regret!

Damon's mother was standing in front of the slaver's gangplank, her face livid, while Jaeger's crew staring in shock between her and the building Jaeger had crashed into. "What just happened, where'd that fishwoman come from?!" One of the slavers asked, fearful.

"I have no clue!" another exclaimed, eyes wide in amazement.

"Unreal, with just a frying pan…"

At that moment, Jaeger escaped from the rubble, still holding onto Damon with blood running down his face. "W-What the hell?! Where'd that explosion come from?"

Helen started walking slowly toward the pirate, her eyes drilling heatedly into the slaver's, as Damon looked in amazement and fear of his mom. "I said…" Helen began and when she got closer she slammed her pan down towards him, making him dodge and causing the pan to hit the ground where there was another massive explosion. "Let go of my son!"

The slaver captain swiftly got up and was breathing heavily, staring at the fishwoman in fear. Holy shit! This woman is intense! "Look lady, if you keep doing that you will damage your son, do you really-GAhhh!" the captain dodged another attack from the pan and another explosion. "What the hell lady?!"

"Don't you worry about my son, I know precisely where to strike to not hurt him!" She once again attacked causing the captain to dodge once again and the explosion carrying him closer to his ship.

"Damn! Hey, you guys!" Jaeger yelled to the men on the ship who were still attempting to load up the slaves, "Fuck the merchandise! Attack this crazy broad!"

"R-Right!" The crew replied, drawing their swords and firearms and jumping overboard, while the slaves began to scatter and free the others, the younger ones helping the elderly move quicker. As the slavers started attacking Helen, who was deftly dodging and blocking nearly every hit, while also dishing out an explosive counter, Jaeger brought Damon up the gangplank and tied him to the mast. "As much as I would like to get rid of you permanently, you will be a good hostage and might be worth a decent amount with your skills. Along with the blood of that woman in you, you will certainly gain a hell of a lot of talent, so be good and stay right here."

Damon scowled angrily at the retreating back of the captain who went into his cabin for something, then looked over to the relentless attacking of his mom and once again was amazed. I never knew Mom could do that! So cool! He winced upon seeing her get cut by a sword in the arm and started to tear up again. S-She's getting hurt because of me! She acquired several more cuts and shots before most of the pirates were beaten as she was breathing heavily.

"Over there that's where the battle is!" shouted a voice from far off in the slums, along with the sound of multiple armored feet.

"Hurry! Before they escape with anybody!" Damon could only sigh in relief as there were heavy footfalls of soldiers coming closer. Finally, the guards are here! Damon thought. The door to the captain's cabin opened once more and out came Jaeger, who had a winning smile on his face. What's he up to?

"You, woman!" Jaeger yelled out to Helen as the guards started to appear from the alleys, drawing attention of the whole crowd. "I know who you are now! You're Helen 'Panfish' Frezz, Ex-Cook of the Airy Pirates, User of the nitro coated pan, Bakuyaku and wife of the Captain; Gerald 'Sureshot' Frezz!"

"So? Give my son back." She replied, her hair covering her eyes as the pirates started dragging their wounded toward the ship, as the guards surrounded the area and the mobile pirates aimed their cannons at them, making them all freeze.

"So, that means, your precious son…" Jaeger began to smile. "Is actually half-human!" At hearing this Damon's eyes widened greatly and the guards looked a little unnerved, while Helen gripped her pan tightly . Wait, Dad's a human pirate? What the fell? Uncle said pirates are the bad guys right? While Helen gripped her pan tightly. "Tell me, Guards of Fishman Island! Are you willing to lay your lives on the line for a filthy half-breed?! All of the true fishmen have escaped, so allow us to leave with this blight of a child and you will have a purer island to live on, what do you say?"

After his little speech, the guards started murmuring to themselves, some were even beginning to back away, when Helen began to speak, "Yes, he is half-human, yes, my husband is Gerald, and more than likely these ignorant soldiers are going to back down." Helen said as she began walking forward as the soldiers looked away shamefully. "None of that matters, because…" Helen jumped forward to hit the ship with her pan, while yelling with tears in her eyes. "HE IS MY SON!" Damon couldn't control his tears at hearing her words while the Captain continued grinning. Now.

There was a sudden loud gunshot and as Damon looked at his mom in shock, a stream of blood came from her chest and she started to fall to the ground once more. M-Mom? Damon thought.

"Foolish woman, now are we in agreement Guards? This lowly half-breed and my escape from here for your lives?" Jaeger asked once again as the guards gripped their weapons tightly and looked downward.

Mom? Damon thought once again, staring at his mother's unmoving body. "You just remind me of your father."

"Very well, then, let us move out, men!" Jaeger shouted as the ship began moving, and Damon started to struggle with his ropes. "I would like to see him very much."

"HE IS MY SON!" Damon used all his strength, broke free of his bonds and as he was running to the aft of the ship took out the sock from his mouth, yelling with all his might, with tears in his eyes, "MOOOOOM!" As he was about to jump off the ship he was grabbed by several pirates who were struggling to keep him back. "MOM! MOM! GET UP! MOOOM!"

"What's with this kid?! He's fucking strong!"

"He may be a kid, but he still has fishman strength

"MOM! MOM! MO-" Damon was cut off by a heavy punch to his face, and when he looked at his attacker he saw it was Jaeger, scowling down at him.

"Your annoying mom's dead boy. Because of her I lost all of my merchandise, so you better hope you fetch a good price from someone." The captain said with a sinister smile, earning a glare in response from Damon who still had tears in his eyes.

Back at the shore in an unknown warehouse, near the docks a teenage great white fishman in a beanie was grinning disdainfully at the retreating vessel and the crowd of fishman guards who gathered around Helen. Near him was a rifle that was still slightly smoking. What a great practice run this was!

Present time

Damon boarded the somewhat large ship in front of him as he remembered that day, his fists clenched tightly in anger.

"Frezz." Said a gruff voice making Damon look up to see Bourne glaring heatedly at him. "You should not have left without saying anything, boy." Damon glared back just as hard at his current Captain.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Bakuyaku- explosion pan