Okies, I enjoyed writing this, if only for the chance to take classic curse words and 'fishify' them XD lol So, there isn't actually any swearing in this, it just sounds like it :D And it was a chance to write another side to Vincenzio, his slightly more rogueish side.

Vincenzio's peaceful thoughts were interrupted by an unusual almost whispered sound. He felt it more than he heard it, and he certainly didn't like it. He recognised it as echolocation straight away; several of his mammalian opponents had used it to try and disorientate him. Pupils widening to let in more information, he looked about him. Left, then right. Behind him, then in front of him. Nothing. Nothing but the kelp fronds swaying gently.

Then he saw it. The flash of a silvery grey tail fluke, belonging to one creature only. A bottlenose dolphin. A snarl forming on his mouth, Vincenzio barrelled upwards to the top of this kelp forest and scanned the sea for his hidden opponent. The surface was rippled, suggesting that something had recently broken through. He knew dolphins were tricksters by nature, and usually only playful, but the attack on Mona had completely changed his perspective on these pack animals. He was losing his patience.

"Come out you coward! Face me like a fish – Oh wait a minute, you're not a fish. You're a weak little MAMMAL!" Vincenzio screamed with disdain. Then something very heavy charged into him and pinned him down amongst the kelp. He blacked out.

When he awoke only a few moments later, the heavy object had removed itself from his chest, but was holding down his fins instead. One large blubbery beluga on each side of him. He struggled, but they were heavy mammals, and very rarely dislodged from their duty. He huffed in indignation and watched a much smaller figure come into focus, looming over him. It was Tooti, smiling wickedly down on the captive champion.

"Hello Vincenzio," Tooti said smoothly. "How are you? Good, great. Well since you asked, I'm a little hurt after that mammal comment." Tooti's smile was like acid.

"Fluke off, you surface breather," Vincenzio growled. At Tooti's command, one of the belugas gave Vincenzio a sturdy thump to the stomach, winding him terribly.

"Tut-tut, your language is foul. I hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth," Tooti taunted, laughing as he watched Vincenzio struggle to get his breath back. "That's what you get for nasty comments."

Vincenzio glared at the dolphin, eyes focused in rage. His mouth had taken on a permanent snarl, teeth flashing white in the gloom of the kelp fields.

"Nice fin. What happened? Got caught in a canning machine chasing after tuna?" Vincenzio smirked with malice.

Tooti didn't find his sneer very funny. "Actually, that was the handy work of your dear wife," Tooti replied, smirking equally as much. Vincenzio's smile disappeared. "Yep," Tooti continued, seeing Vincenzio's reaction. "She took that chunk out pretty much just before I ordered my friends here to kill her."

Vincenzio felt something inside snap. "You blow-hole! You are catfish food! I swear to god you are DEAD!" he flew into an angry rage, struggling against the belugas grip. In a moment of extraordinary strength, he started to lift the belugas. But they quickly realised their lapse in concentration and applied more force. Vincenzio continued to struggle, thrashing his lithe body about, as if it would magically free him.

Tooti loomed over him calmly. "Oh for goodness sake, show some decorum," he rolled his eyes and sneered. "Do you realise how foolish you look, struggling against TWO belugas? You'll never get free. They can hold their breath longer than I can."

The belugas smirked to each other, proud of their ability. Normally, belugas, like dolphins, can stay underwater for only 15-20 mins. But these two, both brothers, had been trained to stay submerged for upto 30 mins. Vincenzio wasn't going anywhere soon.

"Now lets get down to business," Tooti said calmly, daring to swim a little closer to the defeated Vincenzio. "I understand that you're upset about your wife, but I'm sure you'll move on, find a new female and produce as many pups as possible. And I don't mind letting you do that, despite the huge fortunes that you've made me lose over the past six years."

Tooti decided to withdraw from the angry shark's vicinity, based solely upon the cold glare that Vincenzio was giving him. Something about Vincenzio's ice-blue eyes was beginning to creep him out.

"If you go down in the championship match this Saturday, and make it look convincing, then I will guarantee that you and whatever family you fashion for yourself in the future will be left alone by me and my kind," Tooti carried on, sounding very resolute and calm.

"I'd like to repeat what I said earlier – FLUKE OFF!" Vincenzio practically spat at Tooti.

Tooti felt along his needle-like teeth with his tongue. A signal from his flipper and the belugas launched a head butt attack on Vincenzio, one hitting him in the head, the other aiming for his chest. Vincenzio spluttered, trying to get his breath back. He licked his bottom lip. It had split and was slowly bleeding.

"I don't think you have a choice here, Vincenzio. We took out your wife as a warning to you. You know what we can and will do, and so does every shark in this area," Tooti's voice, although comically high-pitched, sounded menacing. "Go down in the fight, or I will personally see to it that you live a long and miserable life, dying old, decrepit and lonely."

Vincenzio looked down at his flattened body, thinking for a few moments. In the time it had taken Tooti to finish his little preach, Vincenzio had formulated a plan to get the dolphin thrown behind bars for a long time. He looked up at the expectant Tooti. He nodded silently.

"You've made the right decision. I'll see you on Saturday, Vincenzio. Don't disappoint me," Tooti smiled widely. He called off the belugas, and braced himself for an attack from the shark, and was surprised to see the raging Vincenzio responding quite calmly. The dolphin swam off into the kelp fields, flanked closely by his two guards.

Vincenzio floated in the small clearing for a few minutes, making sure the evil creatures would be far away before they saw him get to his apartment. The last thing that he wanted was for those things to know where he lived. Wiping his lip, the cut was sore, and his head pounded from the headache. He reached down for his duffel bag, which was, thankfully, unopened. Tooti might have found the baby pictures and odd toy a little suspicious.

Before he had even reached his front door, Vincenzio decided it was time to get some help and call in a favour from a friend. He entered his home, and was greeted by an ecstatic Bambi. But he didn't fuss over her this time, and quickly put her back down. She was a little deflated after that, and knew straight away that something was wrong. She, at first, suspected that it wasn't her dad, that it was some impostor. But it looked like her dad. Smelled like her dad. Just as she was about to try and hug him again, Mrs Crinch reached out a long tentacle to grab her and bring her back into the living room. She was plopped into her playpen, something she hadn't yet conquered. She pouted.

Mrs Crinch waved goodbye to Vincenzio and slipped next door. Vincenzio waved politely, but was secretly glad that she'd finally gone. Feeling guilty about blanking Bambi earlier, Vincenzio swam into the living room and scooped up the growing pup.

"I'm sorry Bambi," he said as he nuzzled his daughter lovingly. She was trying to stay mad at him, but she loved the attention and melted straight away, hugging his strong nose.

"Daddy sad?" she asked him, still ignorant of grammar at such a young age.

"No, I'm just…busy," Vincenzio replied with a smile. "Now, I'm going to use the phone, will you stay in here for me?"

Bambi nodded with a smile, and even made Shiny nod as well. He put her back in the high-walled playpen and then swam to the phone in the hallway. He took a deep breath. He'd have to phone a few contacts in order to find his friend's phone-number. The best fish to call first would be Stefan. He was a young member of the swordfish family, and liked to brag about it too. He would surely have links to the great white shark family, wherever they were.

"Yeah, thanks Stefan. Bye–huh? Yes, fine. I'll give you a shout out on the TV when I win. Alright, bye," Vincenzio sighed. "God, that fish knows how to talk," he muttered to himself. He looked at the scrawled number on the post-it. He wished he could write better.

He punched in the number and waited for the ringing.

"Hello?" the voice answered on the other end.

"Is this Lino?" Vincenzio asked. He felt nervous. When he first met Lino, he only thought he was a respected member of the Mafia. He had no idea he was the Godfather!

"Yes…who is this?" Lino asked.

"It's Vincenzio," he replied, his nerves showing in his crackled voice.

"Vincenzio…the boxer?" Lino asked. It could have been any one of his guys pulling a prank.

"That's right. We met on fight night last year. I gave your pup Frankie an autograph," Vincenzio smiled. At least Lino remembered him.

"Well, I thought you would have been busy preparing for the fight," Lino chuckled.

"I am…I mean I will be…ugh. Listen, I need a favour," Vincenzio said, almost reluctant to ask. He didn't know how the Mafia worked, and although he could talk to Lino, they weren't the best of friends.

He just hoped Lino could help.