" That's your son?" Dyson couldn't believe what he was hearing. " I didn't know he was your son. He's a handsome lad. He takes it after his father. He's got your nice face, your gentle gloss, and he's gentle like his Dad―"
" Shut up before I hurt you."
" Okay."
" I will not tell you my name," the fishman leader went on. " Because of you Marines the regime of our perfect underwater city is unlivable. Our people are sick, we barely have enough food to last more than a week, and yet your people continue to stay in the controlled battlegrounds without famish and cure for diseases."
" I'm sorry!" Dyson whined. " I didn't start this anarchy. I'm a victim just like you. I'm not even a Marine here, I come from somewhere much farther away. You gotta believe me―how can I talk when we are underwater?"
" You really are a clueless human. The doctor put more Etair in your body while you were sleeping. I never used it being a fishman. I hear putting too much inside your body can make you feel woozy. Does your head hurt?"
" No. Thanks for making sure I'm okay―"
" I wouldn't want your head to hurt for the mission I have in store for you. You see I believe you have powers no one else on your land can use. In order to compensate for coming into our territory you will have to do something in return."
" I'm not going to destroy every Marine at the base. You might as well kill me right now because killing other Marines would be like you killing another fishman. It's not right!"
" Who said anything about killing, idiot? Do I look like a killer to you?"
" Well, yeah. I mean you have those mean eyes, those big muscles, and the way you sound like you want to kill me."
" Well, I'm not a killer. I am the leader of the Shark clan and the one your scrawny ass better be afraid of. I'm surprised your scrawny ass could survive making it down here, and that's why I want you to go back to the Marine Base and steal supplies for my people."
" You are asking me to steal? I've never stolen anything my whole life. Stealing is how you get arrested, or worse! If I steal I might get a pirate bounty. I don't want to have a pirate bounty. I'm a Marine!"
" You should have thought about that before you came into our kingdom. You can't run from us and you can't hide. We watch the water and we look through your buildings. You'd be leading a path to your own destruction. I'll give you one day to think things over your little head, boy."
" Not a thing will change my mind. I'm not gonna do it. Just get it over with killing me. From what I've seen I don't think I have that much of life left anyways. Before I go I want you to know you're right. I am an idiot. I'm not very smart, I have an unhealthy obsession of being the best Marine even though I'll never make it, and I do have a scrawny ass. It's scrawny because I can't even do the simple things like push-ups or running."
" I like how you're honest about your own limitations. But you don't have a choice. You shouldn't be concerned about betraying your fellow Marines. They were the ones being disloyal to you."
" That can't be."
" It's true. As you know we have more than fishman on our side. We also have Marines helping us in our battles. Humans from the base are always with us. The Marines were planning on betraying you from the start. You and that man you were with. They want you dead."
" No. We Marines are brothers. We walk together and we fight together."
" Were you born with these 'brothers'? Do you each know each other since the time of your birth? You don't know anything about what you other Marines do. They are not your friends and they don't care about you. Your stupid!" Dyson felt something inside of him. It was worse than anger. It was harder to control than his rage. He felt like he was a vampire and could feed on everyone's blood. That feeling suddenly changed to his arm. Something was spreading through his arm like bugs. The angrier you become―the more it will grow inside of you.
Back on the surface five Marines were surveying the site Hesoi lost. These Marines were the same rank as Dyson. They were given a big assignment from their leader. He said a pirate was dead underneath the rubble and he wanted them to recover his body. It seemed strange for a leader to order them to do something so contrary to expected behavior. Then their leader offers them five hundred beli each to bring him back to the base.
The recruits finally reached the broken house. According to the leader the pirate was buried underneath it. The recruits grabbed the bricks and carried them off the house. Like slaves they carried bricks off the rubble. In the shadows their superior officer was watching them like a prison guard. He tightened his hands around his whip. He was ordered to make sure no Marine ran, none squealed, and everyone stood up if the target was still alive.
" Did you hear what happened to Kine?" A recruit mentioned.
" Yeah. Those stupid pirate bastards," another recruit said.
" It's a same. He had a very good heart," the third recruit said.
" If it wasn't for him I would've quit on my first day," the fourth recruit said.
" We are soldiers that fight in king Triton's land," the fifth one said. " that's because we are in the navy."
" Which one is Triton?" The first one asked.
" He's the god of the sea," the third recruit said.
" I thought Poseidon was the king of the sea," the fourth one said.
" Poseidon? Poseidon's not even real," the fifth one said.
" Man, who cares. Do you know what I care about? Just getting off this island and going wife hunting. We Marine's are irresistible to woman. There's so many cuties out there, you just want to grab their―"
The rubble started to shake. All five recruits were pushed off the crashed house. The debris exploded out of the house and the guard tightened his arm around his whip. The five Marines quivered, shaking in fear as thick gray aura surrounded the house. Out of the house a metal armed man walked stiffly to the Marines, a malevolent smile crossed his face and he laughed like a lunatic upon his recovery.
" This story cannot progress without me."