Mmmm Sharks!

Callahan Prison: Building D

Danu Tiberius briskly walked into the briefing room of the prison where all of the officers of the prison were already waiting for their leader.

"Bout time you showed up!" A big brute of a man grunted, the top half of his enormous stomach was lazily flopped on top of the table. The man was mostly bald on the top of his head with several ugly and distinguishing marks on the flesh. The bald part of his head was surrounded on three sides by a dark grey crown of his remaining hair. In terms of facial hair, he had puffed out sideburns that trailed down his face, eventually merging with his mustache. Sadly, his chin was clean shaven, providing no blockage for the constant stream of drool that poured out of the left corner of his perpetually open mouth.

In terms of clothes, the ten foot tall man wore a more casual version of the basic dark grey uniform that the guards wore. This consisted of bare feet and shorts that exposed his bushy legs. He also wore a dark grey short-sleeved shirt that was mostly covered by a large stained apron which showed his position as head chef of the prison.

Directly next to the chef was a meat tenderizer so immense that there was no way any chef could expect to use the tool for its intended purpose. No, this tenderizer was at least ten feet long causing the pyramid-shaped spikes on the square mallet head to look much better suited for smashing bones into powder than softening steaks. The chef then slapped one of his huge meaty hands onto the tenderizer with a loud pop as he awaited his boss's response impatiently.

"Ah, you seem to be quite tense Mr. Hestio, let me help you with that." A tiny man with a bushy gray mustache and a monocle over his left eye offered the chef as he light tapped the bottom of a large syringe he was holding, causing a tiny amount of orange liquid to squirt onto the table. This man was barely five foot tall and wore a set of black scrubs that matched the prison's theme. He also had a small round hat with a red cross on it resting on his head to symbolize his position as head of the Callahan Prison Infirmary. Resting on the table in front of the man was a large, elongated suitcase that had to have been used for more than just medical supplies.

"Get your trash medicine out of my face, when was the last time someone came out of the infirmary in better condition than they entered?" Hestio growled as he smacked the giant tenderizer again.

"Well thankfully you don't cook the employee meals or we would all be dead for sure feh keh keh" A fat woman at the table began to laugh before bursting into a fit of coughs followed by a loud burp. The woman must have been one of the ugliest people on the face of the planet with Hestio the chef right behind her. The lady had tangled black hair that fell around the same length down all sides except for the front. Her face had several hairy warts and her nose was shaped like a piece of garlic.

This woman had a slightly modified prison uniform that included a different style of gloves that better fit her role as head janitor of the prison. The janitor was around seven feet tall and almost as fat. Behind her particular seat was a large dolly that seemed to be what she did with her job with though the strange noises coming from would cause the world's janitors to raise a few eyebrows.

Warden Tiberius grimaced in annoyance at the bickering of his subordinates. "All right, all right, settle down." Danu said with a rather bitter sigh that immediately grasped the attention of all three of his officers. Recognizing that their attention was held, Tiberius continued "Now that I have the attention of you inconsiderate brutes, let me tell you why I have called you here."

Hestio grunted smugly, his large throat visibly jiggling under the force of the gesture "Is it cuz your defenses are useless?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair. With his weight, this would have normally resulted in him falling back onto his head, but thankfully the fat from his massive gut had molded around the table and kept him in place.

"Hey now Hestio, it's not his fault that the guards are so weak feh keh keh." The woman laughed as she slapped her grubby hands repeatedly onto the table like she told some sort of clever joke.

"Ah, but wouldn't that in fact make it Mr. Tiberius's fault?" said the head of the prison infirmary as he drummed his hands pleasantly on the table.

At this point, Tiberius was seething, his face red like he had sunburn, though it being just past midnight, this was not very likely. "Would you guys just shut UP!" He barked, his voice inflecting during the last word that sent chill up the spines of every person in the room. Once the warden's face returned to its usual, almost white tone, he continued to speak. "The Fontus system has the situation stalled, and if luck is with us they will turn around and leave right now… "The bald man began as he pulled a picture out of his pocket and slammed it on the table. The picture was of a fat man wearing purple clothes and a feathered hat pointing two pistols at the camera. "However, this Sorus character seems to be unreasonable beyond belief and I doubt they will leave so easily."

Before any of the people seated at the table could respond, however, a new voice resonated through the room, causing everyone to look up and see Alastir walking on the ceiling, holding the receiver of a Den Den Mushi to his mouth while the snail itself was stuck to his left forearm. "Yea, I will handle it until then. Yea man, catch ya later." Alastir said to the receiver shortly before placing it back on the snail's shell.

"Who the hell is this bloke!" Hestio bellowed as he pointed a massive finger at Alastir.

"I'll take it you do not read the news Mr. Hestio, or you would know that man was the 'Royal Assassin' of the Enforcer's Four." The head of the infirmary pitched in, causing the Hestio to let out a grunt as if he realized it was wisest to hold his tongue.

"Is that so Doque, he doesn't look that strong feh keh keh." The janitor lady responded with a sneer across her broad and ugly face.

"Stop your foolish bickering." The warden barked before addressing Alastir. "Unless, you have something important to say, leave, because we are trying to hold a meeting here."

Alastir simply smiled at the warden's annoyance "Relax, don't forget that I am here to help with the defenses." Alastir continued with a smile as he continued to hang from the ceiling without turning red in the face.

The warden grimaced at this response, he felt as if his pride was being insulted and could not stand it. "Well, considering that the member of the Enforcer's Four that they said that they'd send still hasn't shown up, I suppose that I will have to make due with you." Tiberius seethed.

"Well that's the thing" Alastir began "I called the Marine Base on Oion close to where Copen is currently staying and informed him of the situation so that he can get here as soon as possible since this prison certainly does not live up to its reputation." Alastir thought he heard a slight hiss coming from the warden, but decided to ignore it and continue, "That base is busy trying to send support to Oion City which is currently dealing with a terrible fire at the hands of some crazy rookie named Oregano, but the monk expects that he will be able to get a ship in the next couple of hours."

A small smile curled along the corners of the warden's lips "It's a shame that these rebels do not even realize just how doomed they are." He said to himself before turning back to the table and speaking to his officers. "Terry Doque," he began as he turned to the small man with the monocle. "Prepare your forces and head to the southeast third of Building C."

Doque simply nodded at this, grabbed his briefcase and jumped down to the floor "I will do as you wish Mr. Tiberius." He said as he headed towards the door in a rather jovial manner.

The warden then turned towards his two remaining officers "Roxine, I will need you to take the Southwest and Hestio, you can get the north." The warden ordered, his voice high and teeming with an air of arrogance. "If I am right, they will send all their men across the water at once and use their weapons to climb the walls before the sharks eat them." He paused for a moment so that everyone could take in what he said. "The few men that do get across won't stand a chance against our strongest fighters!"

Callahan Prison: Between Buildings B and C

It only took Sorus a second with his eyes open for him to realize just how late it was. It must have been at least an hour past midnight and Appatus had warned against drawing the battle out into the next day for they could receive reinforcements anytime, though Sorus wasn't the type to take things slow to begin with. The captain quickly shoved his swords in his mouth and tied his signature towel around his waist; he didn't want it falling off if a shark attacked after all.

The red-haired swordsman barely had the chance to regain his grip on his swords when a sudden shift in the water caused Sorus to quickly paddle up with all his the power and skill he could muster. It had been maybe a second or two later when an immense shape grazed against his skin, swimming right through the spot where he was just moments earlier. A grin stretched across the pirates face. The shark thought that he had a meal just sitting around, but little did he know that he was the one who was marked.

Sorus was sure the shark was turning around up ahead and that it would make sure not to miss twice and the swordsman was thinking along the same lines, which would be worrisome for most people to think along the same lines as a bloodthirsty beast whose only thought was to tear him limb from limb, but that was just fine for Sorus. The swordsman raised his two blades and opened his eyes out of pure habit even though he knew it would be too dark to see. The shark was probably heading at him by now, but Sorus was not about to just sit and wait, the excitement was just too much to handle with his adrenaline pumping so Sorus kicked forward and angled his swords forward, ready to strike.

Sorus was suddenly jerked to the right as his left blade struck home into what he presumed was the side of the shark's head. Quick to react, the swordsman used the momentum to give the fish a powerful stab to the other side of the head with his right blade. The rough skin of the large fish scraped against Sorus's arm as it fought and squirmed till it no longer had the energy to do so. Satisfied that his opponent was defeated, the pirate yanked the sword in his right hand out of the beasts head before pushing his body to the left so that he could do the same for his other blade.

A succession of sharp pains like was being sawed on both sides of his arm simultaneously suddenly shot across the swordsman's left arm, causing him to drop the weapon in his right. 'SHIT!' Sorus thought to himself when he felt the sword slip from his fingers 'there is another!' he continued. The grip was tight, and Sorus knew that he could not afford to lose an arm, though that is exactly what would happen if he waited any longer. The swordsman, however, was not about to wait and let his dreams all slide into oblivion in that moment. No, this pirate had better things to do, so he turned towards his attacker, and in one glorious moment, the savage swordsman bit the bloodthirsty beast on its snout as hard as he could.

The grip loosened for just a moment, but that was all that Sorus needed to make his move. In one swift movement the savage swordsman tore his arm free and grabbed the second double sword from his back. The shark desperately lunged forward in an attempt to get another bite out of Sorus but it was just a bit too slow for the swordsman, now spinning blades were already descending upon the fish. The shark made one final frantic squirm as the blades sliced their ways through its skin, and then it went still.

The swordsman swiftly swam up to the surface. "APPATUS!" He shouted at the top of his lungs in an attempt to locate his navigator since he only had a couple of feet of visibility, even out of the water.

There was about twenty seconds of silence which Sorus set aside as the time it took for his navigator to smoke from his pipe. "Is that Sorus I hear?" Appatus's voice sounded. "What could I do for you on this fine night?"

Sorus paused for a moment and punched the wall of Building B in a poor attempt to stifle the rage he had built up from the combination of fighting and waiting for his navigator's response. "I'M GOING TO NEED YOU TO HELP ME FIND TWO OF MY BLADES AFTER I DRAIN THIS!" The red-haired savage shouted.

There was a pause before Appatus's response, but Sorus could care less because there was a giant fin just a couple feet from his body. Sorus acted fast, this one seemed to be slightly bigger than the last two, and Sorus was not about to risk a bite. Breaking his sword staff in two, the swordsman jabbed his blades into the wall, much like he did to scale the cliff that allowed this prison break to occur in the first place. The rock was tough, but Sorus managed to jab his weapons in just enough to support his body as he pulled himself out of the water and in one movement, flipped himself upside down. He did this not a moment too late either, for as soon as the swordsman flipped so that his head was facing the water, a large mouth filled with rows of viciously pointed teeth splashed its way out of the water where he was just moments earlier and then descended back into the dark water. Sorus didn't care about dwelling upon what had almost happened though, he was a man of action so he flipped forward and kicked his legs against the wall as hard as he could and launched himself and his weapons onto the back of the descending shark.

The shark turned violently once it realized that some crazy pirate was on his back, grabbing his fin. Sorus was himself though, and was not even about to let go. In fact, in the next few moments the crazed pirate flung his legs forward and wrapped them around the vicious predator and landed two heavy punches to its head. The shark shook spastically in a final attempt to get the crazy man off its back but it had taken far too much damage from the punches it received earlier and the swordsman was not about to let him get away. Sorus clicked his two blades together to form one of his sword staves and began to spin it in both hands at amazing speeds that most people would consider impossible underwater and then brought it down upon the shark's head in a single powerful swipe.

There was one more moment of struggle before Sorus kicked himself off of the fish's body and back up to the surface so that he could look around for any more fins. Once the savage pirate saw that the coast was clear for now, he swam to the bottom of the water with his swords out in front of him to help him search for any sort of drain. After a few minutes through which he became progressively more tired due to the loss of blood in his left arm from the shark bite, his sword struck something hard and round. The pirate quickly put away his blade and began to spin the large apparatus. There was a sudden shift of water flow as all the water surrounding the pirate got sucked through a hole that opened up next to the valve that he had just turned. The Fontus system, however, was far too immense to be drained by only one opening in such a short time frame.

'DAMNIT!' the pirate thought to himself in anger as he swung his blade at building C, not caring whether he would save the higher level prisoners or not, he just wanted to get through. The wall, however, was solid steel and was not about to give in to a measly blade. Sorus grimaced in rage and began to swim along the floor once more, hoping to find more drains along the way. Sorus was in luck and ran into two more drains on his way along the floor of the Fontus system. The waters draining had sped up a great deal by the time that the pirate entered the final quarter of the circular system in hopes of finding a fourth valve and maybe his two other swords. He was in luck when it came to the first of his two goals, and nearly ran head first into a hard metal valve due to the pirate's earlier injuries tiring him greatly. In fact, most normal men would be unconscious or dead by now, but not Sorus, as he still powered on and got a tight grip around the valve before turning it with all of his might.

There was a click and then water suddenly began to rush out of the system with intensity. The water shot down below the two thirds mark in seconds and was rapidly approaching the half full mark. It was at that moment that an immense shape brushed by him, causing chills to emanate from every part of the normally fiery warrior's body. This shark, if it was in fact a shark, must have been at least four times as big as the last shark he killed. Sorus turned and drew his weapon and broke it in two so that he could block a larger attack. The impact came like ten cannonballs as the beast's teeth smashed against Sorus's weapons in a spine-chilling crash. Sorus did not have nearly the strength at this point to resist the immense force of the shark and was pushed by his weapons all the way to the wall of building B.

Air shot out of the pirate's lungs as the shark drove the force of its body as hard as it could towards the wall, mouth wide open the whole time. Sorus desperately attempted to regain his breath against the weight of the shark when he realized that he was breathing through his mouth; his head was out of water! The savage swordsman looked down; the shark was the largest he had ever seen, he couldn't believe such a huge beast could exist. Sorus had his weapons spread to his full arm span and he was still only stopping the shark's mouth from closing by the tips of his blades.

The water continued to seep away so that the water was currently level with Sorus's chest, and as one could imagine, the shark's push had weakened greatly. Sorus seized the opportunity and slammed his feet against the wall and pushed with all his strength as he released a savage war cry. "" he screamed, the shark struggling against the swordsman's strength but the waning water level prevented the massive beast from summoning any great force and it eventually began to slide away.

Sorus now had enough room to stand comfortably on his own and slid his legs down the wall to find that the water now only reached his knees. The beast before him that was so powerful just moments before was now helplessly thrashing around in water now shallow enough to be considered a puddle for it. Sorus walked up to the beast and looked it directly in the eye before releasing another savage war cry and stabbing it. The red-haired swordsman was breathing heavily now as the water reached his ankles, the world was spinning and his head was pounding. The pirate fell to his knees and then his chest, his last attempt in pushing himself up merely resulting in finding himself on his back and looking up at a dark figure. A familiar scent emanated from the figure but he could not quite place it.

The figure paused for around ten seconds before speaking. "Ah, now this explains why we get along so well." A voice sounded shortly before everything went black.

About 20 minutes later: North Building C

Ope heard a loud scream to his right and looked to see a piece of a large door where some of his men had been. After a split second of inspection, Ope looked up to see that the door was in fact the very same door they were running towards to break down and in its place was a large figure holding a gigantic hammer-like weapon.

"Well well, what do we 'ave 'ere?" The brute of a man said as he slowly moved forward, a squad of about fifteen men in chef hats forming behind him. "Well the leader don't seem to be 'ere, are you second in command?" The man said as he pointed the handle of the giant weapon at Ope.

The more Ope looked at the weapon, the less the weapon looked like a hammer and the more it looked like an oversized version of the cooking utensil that he had seen chefs use to soften the fibers of steak. The warrior drew his two battle axes and took a couple of steps forward. Tarz drew his battle axe second and followed his brother forward, setting the example for the rest of the men. "If you're lookin' for our leaders, you'll just have ta settle for me." Ope growled "Those two are busy right now." He continued, thinking back to the unconscious Sorus that Appatus had brought back to Building C.

Appatus had found a former doctor among the Building A prisoners and got him to give Sorus a blood transfusion to get him back up to fighting condition for the final phase of the attack. The navigator then split the forces into three groups, each hosting about fifteen people so that they could attack all of Building C's entrances simultaneously. Once he had assigned leaders to the three groups, the navigator disappeared to handle some 'private matters', leaving much of the crew confused and angry.

Ope, however, had faith in his former captain and knew that whatever Appatus was doing, it was to help their advances. As he stepped closer to his massive opponent, the more he grinned. If he was going to lead the crew while the captain was unconscious, he might as well act as Sorus would. In the short time that Ope had served in the Burning Sun Pirates, the veteran warrior had learned tons that battle after battle could never teach him. Though a good fighter, it wasn't Sorus's fighting skill or experience that made him so strong, it was his fiery passion and undying will that accompanied every single strike of his blades. Ope had long since abandoned fighting through passion and emotion, but this new captain had opened his eyes, he may have been past his prime, but he was ready to fight until his last breath. "GET THEM!" he roared, leading the charge at his massive opponent.

Southeast Building C

Antil felt a tap on his shoulder as he moved forward towards Building C. He turned to see a man he recognized as a prisoner from Building A grinning back at him "Hi, I'm Timmadaius Flanders!" He said with a wide grin, his right hand reaching forward to shake Antil's "But you could call me Tim if ya want!"

Antil grabbed the man's hand and shook it. "The name is Antil" he responded, trying to hide his confusion. "Now, if you want to get off of this island, I suggest that you get back in position." Antil pleaded, hoping they hadn't been spotted during that nugatory exchange.

Timmadaius simply stared at Antil with a dubious expression on his face and grabbed Antil's hand once more "Hi, I'm Timmadaius Flanders!" He began "But you could call me Tim if ya want!" He said, his smile radiating the purest ignorant bliss that Antil had ever seen. It was as if he were seeing a much more peaceful world than Antil, perhaps one where the buildings were made of marshmallows and the grass was made of sunshine, happiness, and all that is good.

"The hell…" Antil muttered as he released Tim's hand, still remaining quite confused about what was going on but he knew this could not be this convict's normal demeanor. Antil turned around and began to move forward yet again; he could not afford to be distracted; Appatus and Sorus were counting on him.

"!" A voice moaned as if the speaker was inflicted with intense pain. "YOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" It continued, causing Antil to turn around yet again. This time it was Vince who was causing the commotion. The lanky swordsman was lying on the ground writhing in intense pain with Timmadaius standing over him and introducing himself as eagerly as he possibly could.

At this moment Lugh who was currently Antil's second in command, ran over to the commotion only to immediately be assaulted by Tim's friendly greetings. Panicking at the sudden barrage of benign blessings, Lugh had no other option but to bring his hand across his (friendly) attacker's face in one glorious backhanded slap. There was a momentary pause after Tim hit the ground where Lugh just stood where he was and stared at something on Timmadaius's leg. "Antil, I think I found the issue!" Lugh announced as he reached down and pull the object out of Tim's skin. "It looks like an empty syringe!"

"A syringe?" Antil questioned, moving towards his second-in-command with piqued curiosity. "What about Vince?" he continued as he motioned towards the man who still moaning and writhing in pain.

"Hey, I think he has one t-" Lugh began before suddenly collapsing to the ground with an empty syringe protruding from his neck.

"Dammit!" Antil cursed as he spun back towards Building C "We are under attack! Start moving!" he ordered as he began to run towards the base, looking for any signs of his attacker as he moved. Shapes began to appear as he moved closer to the door causing Antil to whip out his rifle and fire a shot. "You are the ones attacking us!" he shouted shortly before feeling a sharp pain in his neck.

"Sorry to disappoint," came a voice from above "but that's not entirely correct."

Southwest Building C

Calling Stughorn Bartree of the Salentor Island passionate would be an understatement. Tears cascaded down his angular face in an unrelenting torrent. Slowly with adept movement only capable of a man who had spent month's nay years by his best friend Weldo's side from their rough childhood on the streets of Salentor City up to the other week when Weldo decided he would find One Piece, Bartree released a reverberating whoop that shook the very foundations of the base before charging forward.

The rest of the squad followed their leader's example and charged forth with unbelievable emotion. Several of the men, Marko included were even crying with Bartree. "Welllllllllldoooooooooooo…..man" he yelled as the group ran all the way up the hill and straight through the door into the building.

"This was way too easy…" Trapper said with a tone of heightened suspicion in his voice. Trapper was the second-in-command of this particular squad and was determined to remain alert since the leader was a little bit "caught up" in the moment. His suspicions only got worse when they stepped into the main part of the building and there was a team of janitors busy mopping floors and polishing cell bars.

"WHERE IS WELDO!" Bartree shouted with unmatched intensity. A couple of the janitors stopped as the vast majority of the workers just went about their work as if nothing happened.

At this moment one of the escapees, a small-time thug nicknamed 'The Fetus', walked right up to one of the janitors who was busy mopping away next to his mop bucket and tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey mopman!" the thug began. "Our leader wants to know if there is a prisoner named Weldo h-"

'The Fetus' never got to finish that sentence because he was busy rolling around on the ground in pain. The seemingly innocent janitor had simply placed his mop in the bucket like anyone who has ever used a mop would if it was no longer wet and then whipped it back out and jabbed 'the fetus' right in the gut. The air was filled with a loud sizzling sound, but this was only for an instant because it was then drowned out by the thug's screaming. His clothes and skin had instantly melted away at anypart of his body that was touched by the wet mop.

This screaming was soon joined by second when a janitor next to the group who was polishing a cell's bars with a spray bottle and a rag when he spun around and sprayed one of the escapees in the eyes. At this moment, Trapper noticed that each cell was over crowded with the block B and C prisoners as they had been told, but instead of spreading out in the cell to make more room as one would expect, they all crowded in the back of the cell. They piled on top of each other, some even made pained noises every time a janitor sprayed a bar. "Everyone ready your weapons, these guys are the guards of this place!"

"Feh Keh Keh, like that would help you deal with my babies!" came a wheezing laugh from the far end of the hall. This laugh was followed by a sound that reminded Trapper of a cart or dolly wheels. The pirate's intuition ended up being dead on. The first thing the group saw was a giant steel dolly with a large brown plastic case. Trapper's initial guess was that there would be more acidic janitor supplies in the case, but this was soon overruled by the loud scratches and screeches that emanated from within the case.

"Shoot that case!" Trapper ordered his gunmen who quickly aimed their guns.

"Oh no you don't!" responded the voice from earlier, which could now be identified as that of a woman's. At this moment a grubby, wart covered hand with nails that were long and yellowed reached around the top of the case and pressed a button that caused it to open. In mere seconds, a legion a giant, furless, deformed, red-eyed rats enveloped the room.

"RAAAAAAAAATTTS…" Marko screamed as one of the red-eyed rodents lunged for his face. "...man"

To Be Continued…

A/n: Happy March 3rd! Grandmaster Briz here with a vengeance. I don't really feel like writing a author's note, but what the hell. My loyal readers deserve more than just a good chapter, they need the ever-honorable me to acknowledge their presence and how important they are to the growth of AoFS. So this ones for you guys!

Ain't I a great person? Don't I just make every single one of you want to review? Especially you non reviewing readers who add this story on your alert or fav list but never talk. Yea I am talking to you Zane! Oh and you too *looks at list of peeps who faved story* 'Vaughnilla' ! Oh and the old reviewers who don't review anymore , do you actually think you can just stop review Lawtzie? Pfft the rest of you too! Don't make me send Sorus after you!

But seriously thanks for all the support,

With all the love and compassion that I am capable of mustering,

Grandmaster Briz :)

P.S. Next chap should be out tomorrow or next week or next month or next year... whatever you'll read and enjoy it no matter what :D