Chapter 1: A Pirate's Life For Me

-Sapphire Bay, Port Clovis, FL/AL/MS/LA, 18:30-

In the waters of Sapphire Bay, Port Clovis, the Cajun shark hunter Pierre LaBlanc aka Scaly Pete was on the deck of his father's Illegally moded WWII vessel, which he dubbed "Blood for Blood". He was looking for his quarry: the Maneater of Port Clovis, whom those who watched the show often called Meg.

As the double amputee looked around for his target, it surprised him by jumping into his boat and bit onto his leg.

"Every fucking thing Ah do, don't work!" He cursed as he naturally responded to it by stabbing the shark in the snout before being tossed to the back of the boat.

The giant megalodon sized bull shark had a damaged right eye, scars on its left side from a razor blade, two notches carved out of its dorsal fin, and burns that were still healing. It's mouth was also in slightly bad shape. Its blue and white skin began to shimmer as the sun started to rise behind her.

As she got closer to her mother's killer, she took notice of crates that seemed very familiar—They were all drums and crates of various explosives!

When she looked at Pete, she saw him grinning. She knew what was gonna happen.

"Laissez le bon temps rouler." He smirked as he pressed the big red button on his detonator as the shark lunged forward, and an explosion met her head on.

The blast sent the Maneater flying before she landed in the water, dazed, while debris from the boat were all sent flying towards the barrier surrounding Port Clovis, taking the whole grid offline.

After regaining her senses, she looked at Pete's boat as it sank to the bottom of the ocean. Pleased that she had survived while her nemesis didn't, she began swimming away from the wreck. She then swam out into the open gulf and kept swimming—and like all Sharks—she didn't look back.

(Timeskip)

After a week of swimming, the Maneater had found herself in the Caribbean Sea. She'd been trying to recover by gorging herself on whatever food she could find, but she began to feel tired.

It was then that she sensed an Island in front of her, and on its banks was a very familiar and welcome site: A nutrient cache.

She didn't know why one was on this island, but she could care less. She swam up to it, ripped it open, and downed its contents. However, as she did, she neglected to notice that the mutagenic supplement inside the cache was marked TCRI.

As soon as she ingested the substance, her stomach started to turn inside out as her body was covered in green light and her nerves screamed in pain as her body started changing shape.

It was so great that she had lost consciousness. As this happened, her body became more and more humanoid… and she was a creature of deadly beauty.

As she washed ashore, her new body was revealed. She was naked, had a turquoise colored body with a killer figure. Her hair was a darker shade of blue and her heart shaped face was marred by a burn scar on her right and a razor scar on her left that stretched down her back. She had gills on her neck, a peach shaped ass and her breasts were easily G-cup topped with dark blue nipples. Her hands and feet were webbed to make swimming a breeze. Sprouting from her tailbone was her shark tail, and Her dorsal fin from her back, which had the same two notches as before.

She laid there as the night sky hung overhead, and as she did, a squad of crabs crawled towards her and gathered around her before they started carrying her away to another area of the island.

(Later)

That morning the shark woman was still asleep when a very large sail ship that looked like a modernized version of a Pirate ship. It was a frigate with steel lining the sides and bottom, several cannon wells, and actually had a shark tailed mermaid holding a sword on the nose mast.

As the ship made landfall, the crew started to head ashore. The crew mainly consisted of men who were either Haitian, Jamaican, black, and also white men as well. All were dressed in clothing one would expect from seafarers and had various weapons.

As they walked on the sandy shores, they started searching for something, and hours later, they all returned with chests, crates and other such things while singing a shanty.

"Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul! Yo ho, heave ho!" They sang, dragging their plunder across the beach by ropes or in two man teams. "There are men whose hearts are as black as coal! Yo ho, heave ho!" They continued, their singing waking up the Maneater who watched them from the leaves. She also noticed that her right eye had miraculously been healed!

"And they sailed their ship across the ocean blue! A bloodthirsty Captain and a cutthroat crew!" Two jitter bugs joined in from a branch right next to her.

"It's as dark a tale as was ever told, of the lust for treasure and the love of gold!" An alligator of all things—who was right next to them in a lagoon—joined in.

"Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides! Yo ho, heave ho! There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides. Yo ho, heave ho!" The Pirates sang as they continued on, with the Maneater following them through the trees closer to shore.

"And those buccaneers drown their sins in rum!" A pair of ferrets continued from the shark woman's shoulder as a monkey hung beside her from a tree.

"The devil himself would have to call them scum!" The monkey added before two hermit crabs on a rock joined in.

"Every man aboard would have killed his mate for a bag of guineas or a piece of eight!" The crustaceans sang.

"A piece of eight." The alligator from before added as an octopus joined in.

"A piece of eight!" It continued before a few gnats buzzed around.

"A five, six, seven eight!" They chimed in before flying away, leaving our Maneater to follow the sailors back to the ship again before they went to another section of the island for more plunder.

"Woona wocka, woona wocka, something not right! Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight!" Some tikis of all things sang. "Woona wocka, woona wocka, sailor man beware!" They continued.

"When there's money in the ground, there's murder in the air!" Another pair of crustaceans added before more tikis joined in, causing the Maneater to rub her eyes in surprise with her hands—not bothering to take notice that she had hands.

"Murder in the air!" Two sang.

"One more time now!" A lone one prompted as the sailors started going to a cave to dig up another set of chests, shovels and picks in hand.

"Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones! Yo ho, heave go!" The Pirates sang. "There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones! Yo ho, heave ho!" They continued.

"When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed, there's no turning back from whatever course that's laid." Two snakes joined in before they slivered past the shark woman as she followed the sailors, and hid behind a rock that had several skulls laying around it...

Only for—and we're not joking here—them to start joining in the singing as well as the Pirates dug up the treasure.

"And when greed and villainy sailed the sea, you can bet your boots there'll be treachery!" They sang with a cackle at the end as the men finished. This made the Maneater wonder if this was a common occurrence on the surface.

"Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails! Dead men tell no tales!" The pirates finished the song. However, as this happened and the sailors started putting the plunder out of the hole, she felt the barrel of a gun touch the back of her head and a hammer being cocked back as the weapon charged up like a laser cannon.

"Well well, look what we have here." The captain spoke as he held his gun to the back of the Maneater's head. "A rather pretty lassie, and from the looks of you, you aren't human." He mused.

The shark woman growled angrily as she used her tail to sweep the man off his feet before attempting to pin him down, but before she could hit him, ropes came at her from every direction and lassoed her arms, legs, tail and neck.

As the rest of the men tried to keep her restrained—the task taking ten men in all to do so—A Caucasian man with tanned skin, a light beard and dreadlocks who was dressed in white pants, black boots, a brown long coat and a white shirt, walked up behind her and stuck a taser to her shoulder.

"That should keep her in check." He said.

"About time you got here, Morgan." The man spat. "Get her back to the ship!" The captain ordered, prompting them to drag the angry shark woman back to their ship's brig.

(Later)

In the Captain's quarters, he and his first mate were currently relaxing after a day's work, while the crew either did minor chores, took care of inventory, or lounged about watching one of the many TVs on the ship.

Which was apropos because the show that just aired with its season finale as soon as they got back, happened to be Maneater.

"Damn, that shark really wants that fat bastard dead!" One of the crewmen whistled as he watched the Maneater fling torpedoes back at Pete's boat.

"I've seen the first episode, mate. She has every right to want him dead." Another told him.

"Hold on, Captain Samedi, didn't that shark woman have a burn and several razor scars and fin notches just like this one?" The Haitian/African man's first mate asked as he adjusted his Bandanna. The man was a Spanish sailor with a rather well trimmed mustache, blue eyes and a head of coal black hair.

Samedi, as he was called, was a rather muscular man with ebony skin, long braided hair with skull braids and a sailor/pirate hat, his scared grey eyes being just as noticeable as his black and red long coat.

"What are-" Samedi started to ask before his eyes widened as he mentally compared the Maneater to their prisoner in the brig. "... Fuck me, you're right. We captured the Maneater of Port Clovis!" He said in shock.

"She may fetch us a fair price if we sell her at Smugglers Cove during the slave auction." The man noted.

"Hmm, perhaps you're right Cortez, perhaps you're right." The Captain nodded.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile down in the brig of the ship, which was a metal and wood lined jail at the bottom of the ship with a rum cellar for guards and barrels, rope and other supplies at arms reach.

The bars of the cells in this pit were made of black iron and showed little signs of rust despite the constant presence of moisture and cool air due to pipes and some ventilation. Water droplets constantly dripped from the pipes and the sounds of the swaying and creaking ship made time lull to a crawl.

And if that wasn't bad enough, there were only a few lights to provide visibility and the cells only had one bed and bathroom, with little to no privacy.

The shark woman growled as she glared at the floor as she sat on her bed. In her short time in this damned cell, she had taken time to think. As she did, she had finally noticed that she was humanoid now, and she could survive on land. She noticed that back on that island.

She threw a glare at the taser device on her shoulder, having tried to rip it off only to get a shock for her efforts.

She'd been in here for hours and so far, she's only had one guard. A man the shipmates called Jerry and who the captain called Morgan. She assumed those were his first and last names respectively.

Currently, the man was kicked back in a chair that was leaned up against the wall across from her cell, with a table next to him with food on it, and several small empty bottles of rum—one of which was in his hand.

"Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!" He said drunkenly as he took the last swig from his bottle, having been singing that same shanty for the past ten hours. "Why is the rum always gone?" He wondered aloud to no one in particular as he looked inside the bottle to see if there was any more of the beverage inside before dropping it.

"Because you drink it before you can keep it, dumbass." The shark woman deadpanned. Oh yeah, ten hours was also enough for her to learn how to talk by listening to everyone.

The fellow known as Jerry seemed to almost fall out of his chair at the sudden sound of her voice, which was actually very attractive and even siren-like, before he stopped and looked at her. Rubbing his eyes and checking the bottle he just drank to make sure he wasn't hallucinating as she glared at him.

"I must still be drunk, did you just talk, shark?" He asked in surprise.

"What was your first clue, numb nuts?" She retorted with a huff as she crossed her arms under her giant knockers, causing them to be pushed up.

"By the powers, she speaks!" The Pirate exclaimed. But he then seemed to think about something. "Hold on, hold on, give me a second." He added as he got up and rummaged through a chest, before he suddenly tossed her a pair of pants, a sort of blouse and a pair of simple shoes.

"Put those on, before you freeze to death." He added, having noticed how she was shivering. Clearly whatever that mutagen did, it flipped her from cold to warm blooded.

"Better than nothing." She sighed before putting the clothes on, noting that they fit her snuggly, and made her assets more pronounced. She also had to make holes for her fin and tail.

"The name is Jeremiah Morgan, at your service madam. But please, call me Jerry." He said, introducing himself to her.

"Well, thanks for the clothes, Jerry. I'd like to tell you my name, but all I've got is a title." The shark woman said as she sat down on her bed again.

"That being…?" Jerry trailed off, failing to see the mutated shark's grin in the dim lighting.

"The Maneater of Port Clovis." She replied as the lights above her flickered, causing the man to fall over for real this time.

"I'm okay!" He said as he got up.

(Later)

As night fell the ship stopped at sea in order to preserve fuel and let the sails move it from then on. However, as peaceful as the night was with everyone now asleep, the fog that surrounded them made things feel very uneasy for those who were still awake.

And it was made even worse when the sound of ominous singing started to fill their ears.

"W-what the hell…?" One of the Jamaican crewmen whispered as he looked around for the source of the singing, failing to find anything.

"Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray. Down by the walls of wapping, where I met a sailor gay, conversing with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain." The siren-like voice sang in tones that sounded like the unholy love child of the voice of a beautiful mermaid, an angel of heaven and a succubus of hell all at the same time. "Saying William, when you go, I fear when you go, I fear you will never return again." It continued.

'Where is that coming from?' One of the crewmen wondered, not noticing one of the newer crew members slipping away to the brig.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glitter and gold, the only thing that can console me, is my charming sailor bold." The voice sang before a more melodic tone came out as the young sailor came to the brig, where Jerry was knocked out already… and the voice was revealed to be the Maneater's.

"What the…!" He uttered, taking a step back in shock. However before he could do anything, she continued to sing, and her voice seemed to hypnotize him.

"His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him, wherever he may go." She continued as the lad picked up the keys from the wall and mindlessly walked towards the door and unlocked it. "From Tower Hill to Black Wall, I'll wander, weep and moan. All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home." She added as the boy walked into the cell and closed the door behind him.

As he did this, she sang the chorus again and the blonde lad then got on his knees in front of her, allowing her to press his face to her breast and undo her blouse allowing him to kiss her ample bosom as she sang to him.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing that can console me, but my jolly sailor bold." The Maneater continued to sing as she rubbed the young crewman's hair. The boy moaned as he happily kissed her breasts and took to suckling on her nipple like a child would, which made her gasp and moan before she sang the next part of the song.

"My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair, and I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year. Come all you pretty fair maids, wherever you may be, who love a jolly sailor who ploughs the raging sea." She kept singing while the boy kissed her chest, shoulders, arms, neck, and even her tail while still kneeling to her—almost as if he were worshipping her. "While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn. And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam." She added as she kissed the boy's forehead and gave his cheek a long, slow lick.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing that can console me, but my jolly sailor bold." The mutant woman continued to sing as she made the lad eat her out, holding his face between her legs. "My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing that can console me... but my jolly sailor booooold." She repeated as she finished her song, her voice having the rookie completely under her spell before she gasped as she climaxed.

As she came down from the pleasure she experienced, the shark woman then held his face in her hands, before she opened her mouth full of razor sharp teeth and oddly human ones—before she started devouring him!

He was only able to let out a brief scream before he was inside the Maneater's stomach.

(Timeskip)

Several days and two weeks went by after this and the Maneater had managed to lure, seduce and devour two more crewmen before Samedi finally took notice. The captain didn't know if he should be angry that his prisoner killed several of his crew, or angry at himself for not seeing this coming.

It didn't matter, since he ordered that she be bound and gagged to keep her from killing more of the crew.

But in the time before he found out, Jerry had become very close to the shark. Often ungagging her so she could eat and drink, which she appreciated. And in that time she also took a liking to rum and Gin gimlets, the latter of which being given to her to help her stave off scurvy.

Additionally, Jerry, Samedi and the rest of the crew took to dubbing the Maneater 'Sirena' for her Siren-like voice. Which she honestly didn't mind.

One day, though, as Sirena was eating some grilled fish—specifically salmon—a steak, mashed potatoes, peas, various fruits—particularly candied citrus—a loaf of bread and a healthy serving of Kraken spiced rum. The ship stopped and made landfall somewhere in between the Bahamas and Jamaica.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile on the island where the crew landed, a young man was walking along the very pirate era-like Island city of Smugglers Cove.

It was a place where black market shops were everywhere, taverns and farm animals dotted the place, with only a few good inns, docks in every direction, weaponsmiths, clothing stores and—ironically—a single jail.

The people of course were all manner of lowlifes as well. All which the young man didn't care for in the slightest.

He was around twenty seven years old and looked to be of Spanish and English descent with long black hair tied in a ponytail, and a small trimmed beard and brown eyes.

His attire consisted of a red shirt under a black coat, a pair of grey pants and a pair of black boots. Around his shoulders was a large satchel filled with money, not that the locals knew that. He also had a buccaneer hat on to help himself blend into the cove's population.

As the young man walked along the streets, he soon made a stop at a simple pub called the Black Pearl House. Sitting down at the bar, he decided to order a drink and food.

"What'll it be?" A gruff looking man behind the bar with two damaged eyes asked as he cleaned a double old fashioned glass which was handed to him by a black and white capuchin monkey on his shoulder. Said primate was dressed in similar pirate garb as the rest of the cove.

"A glass of Plantation 20th rum and your Jerked Chicken with a bowl of mashed potatoes." The man replied.

The blind man nodded as he signaled the chef before he pulled the bottle that the stranger had ordered before he placed an ice cube in a rocks glass and poured him his drink. The glass was then carried to him by the monkey.

"So what are you here for, stranger?" The bartender questioned.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." The man replied as he took a small sip of his rum.

"You and a lot of others." The bartender grunted as he cleaned a recently used glass.

"I had heard word that the Maneater of Port Clovis was spotted near here." He responded. "Personally I'd really like to get a few samples from her." He added, holding up a biological survey kit.

The monkey tapped something in morse code on his owner's shoulder before he responded. "A biologist? Heh, better be careful so you don't lose a hand." The bartender chuckled.

"Noted." The biologist nodded as he ate his food. As he did so, Jerry soon came into the bar and ordered a glass of Kraken rum.

"Back to the island again, Jerry?" The man questioned.

"Indeed, Joshamee, we're here with a very exotic lady for the slave auction today." The buccaneer nodded.

"Oh really? How exotic are we talking here?" The bartender, Joshamee, inquired.

"She's a literal shark gal." Jerry replied with a grin, getting the biologist's attention. "I know it seems far fetched, but I've been guarding her for the whole voyage. Dunno how she turned human, but she's gonna be in the top five easily." He continued.

"Does she have a name?" The blind man asked as his monkey companion sat on his shoulders.

"Yeah. Her name's Sirena and she's, get this, the Maneater of Port Clovis." Jerry said with a grin, causing the bartender to pause while the biologist's eyes widened in shock as he froze mid bite on a piece of jerked chicken.

'What?!' He shouted in his head.

"Where is she now?" Joshamee questioned.

"Being brought to the auction square as we speak, chained, gagged and blindfolded of course." The Pirate replied.

"She must've been quite a lot of trouble, then, if that's the case." Joshamee mused. The biologist clenched his fist at what he heard. He had to get the Maneater out of there, and as luck would have it, he had more than enough money to spare.

"Oh yes, you see, her name isn't just to sound good. Her voice has a property that allows it to hypnotize whoever hears it." Jerry explained. "She's already sang to and devoured three men already." He added.

"Three? Well, I guess that confirms that she's the Maneater, then." The biologist spoke up for the first time, getting their attention.

"I take it you're familiar with her?" The bartender asked.

"Yeah, I was actually the one who helped make the show possible." The man nodded. "William Turner Jr. IV, nice to meet you both." He added.

"You're the backer for the show?" Jerry asked in surprise before he grinned. "Lemme guess: you're also the one who's gonna buy her?" He chuckled.

"Yes, because unlike a lot of people, I actually like sharks." William stated.

"I hope you have the money, then. She won't be cheap." The pirate told him.

"I'm not afraid of a price." The man shot back.

"Good. The captain will like that." Jerry nodded. "I should also tell you, she's rather partial to rum and Gin. As well as having a taste for fish."

"Noted." Will nodded as he took a swig of his drink.

(Later)

The 'Buy a Wife' auction went by for a couple hours and one by one women were sold off to well paying men. And at the very end, Captain Samedi had Serena brought up next to the auctioneer, still bound and gagged but her blindfold was removed, showing her beautiful teal colored eyes.

William looked ready to shoot somebody, but stayed his hand. Acting out like that wouldn't end well. He waited for his chance as Samedi cleared his throat to speak.

"Gentlemen, I'm aware that you've seen quite a few beauties tonight, but this one? Take a good look at her. She may not be completely human, but with looks like this, that doesn't even matter!" He exclaimed as several men leered at Serena, with a few shying back as she glared at them angrily with the promise of death. "Who here is brave enough to buy her? I'll warn ya now: she's already killed three of my crew!" He continued.

The crowd was quiet for a bit before the bidding started and it soon went from a measly one grand, until it reached over twenty grand. William listened to it all, and waited for the final offer.

"Final offer: twenty five grand! Is there anyone with a higher offer?!" The captain called.

"Thirty grand!" William spoke up, causing everyone to look at him.

"Alright. Final offer is thirty grand! Can anyone else offer anything more?" Samedi called, and got no answer. "Sold! To the lad in the hat for thirty grand!" He declared, slamming his gavel.

Will let out a sigh of relief as he went to the stage where Samedi was bringing Sirena down to meet him. The brunette then started bringing out his money.

"Here, thirty grand." He told the man as he handed over the cash and Samedi unbound and ungagged Serena.

"Pleasure doing business with you." The Captain said as he walked away, cash in hand.

The shark woman rubbed her wrists as she gave her former captor's back a glare before looking at Will. She sized him up, trying to get a read on him. When she looked in his eyes, she saw the gaze of a new friend.

"Hi Sirena, my name is Will, Will Turner." He told her.

"So you're the only one that went out of his way to buy me?" She questioned, cocking her hip to the side with her arms folded under her breasts.

"Well, I guess you could say that I was kinda personally invested in who you went with." The biologist responded rather vaguely. Sirena raised an eyebrow at his words before shrugging, the action causing her breasts to bounce a bit.

"Well, you seem nice enough. More than a lot of the other idiots here." The mutant woman mused, glancing around them.

"Right." Will shrugged. "Anyway, let's get out of here." He said, gesturing for her to follow him away from the auction. "I have a plane that'll get us to my home."

"Where's that?" The Shark woman asked as they walked.

"A place nestled between the Florida Keys and Miami, Port Poseidon." The marine biologist explained.

"Someplace good there, I hope?" Sirena asked.

"Oh yeah. No doubt about that." Will nodded as they arrived at the docks.

"Let's hope so." She sighed as a plane took them to a mainland airport.

(Later)

After a few hours of flying with Sirena enjoying the breeze afforded by their relatively low altitude, they finally arrived at William's home and pulled up to his private dock. Though there was an incident of the boat to the airway bouncing along the waves hard enough to make her breasts jump out of her shirt. Luckily, she was sitting behind William, so she was spared the embarrassment as she got her assets back where they belonged.

"Here we are." The man said as he got off the skimming plane and tied it to the dock.

"Didn't take as long as I thought." The blue and cream skinned woman noted as they headed through a set of gates, which separated them from what looked to be a Spanish styled mansion.

It was mostly white stone with red roofing, rounded and arched windows and entrance ways, with a long and curved driveway were a red 1984 Ferrari 308 GTS Quattrovalvole, a black 1977 Dodge Charger and a blue Lamborghini Hurican all sat in quick order. There was also a single fountain and various plants all over the place indicative of the Keys area.

"That's the beauty of flying: there's almost nothing to stop you." The man smiled as they went inside the mansion. Sirena looked around the mansion with an amazed look on her face.

"You live here?!" She exclaimed, causing Will to chuckle.

"Well, being a successful Marine scientist who specializes in marine Biology, botany, geology, and paleontology, as well as being a film producer, and avid treasure hunter does tend to have its perks." Will nodded as he led her further inside the house, which looked like it was a cross between a modern beach house, and the quarters of an actual pirate or sailor. He even had a bar stashed with various alcohols. "As well as having a big family fortune from the Swanns side of the family." He chuckled.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, but it sounds like you're loaded." Sirena said with a grin as they reached the dining room just in time for her stomach to rumble. "... Can I have something to eat, please?" She asked awkwardly.

"Of course, Sirena." Will nodded as he walked her into the kitchen, her webbed hand in his own normal one. "I may have bought you from that auction as a 'bride' in a technical sense, but I have every intention of treating you as an equal and as—well—an actual wife." He continued as he started pulling out things for her to eat. "One that I will take care of, love and cherish." He added as he looked at her. "That is, if you'll have me."

Sirena mulled over his words, and despite the general distrust of humans she had because of what that fatass Scaly Pete did to her, she found his words sincere. Plus, he seemed like the greatest choice for a possible mate. This was her new life, and she had every intention of enjoying it.

"I'd be glad to be your wife." She replied with a smile as she sat at the table, which luckily had a big enough gap for her tail.

Will smiled as he put her some food in the oven to cook before walking over to her taking her hand in his and kissed her softly on the lips, taking the mutated sea wolf's first kiss from her. Sirena moaned as she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, pressing her large mounds against his chest as their tongues swirled together.

After ten seconds of making out, they separated and looked into each other's eyes with loving expressions.

"Just so you know, you're the first man I've kissed." She told the man, resting her chin on his shoulder. "And I didn't even have to use my voice to seduce you." She grinned, loving how easy he was to please.

"And you're the first woman I've kissed." Will said as he held his mutant wife close. "I have no regrets, especially with how damn beautiful you are." He added as they went to the living room to wait for the food to finish cooking. As they waited, they didn't hesitate to cuddle together.

As Sirena nuzzled into the embrace of her new loved one's embrace, she started to softly hum as he stroked her hair gingerly.

"Will." The Maneater said as she looked up at him, which he did the same and looked at her. "When you said you were personally invested in wanting to get me, what did you mean?" She asked.

"There's a TV program that you were featured in back before… well, before you became your current self." He explained. "I was the one who supported it to raise awareness of Port Clovis' poor conditions in the water." He continued. "When I found out about you and saw you at that auction, I couldn't let you find yourself in terrible hands." He added further, holding her in a possessive manner.

"I hope part of your show was to help make people leave us sharks alone. We're nice to people who're nice to us." The Shark woman said. "I mean I know a few tiger sharks who're best friends with divers who took hooks out of their mouths and fed them. They even gave those sharks head pats every time they saw them." She added.

"That was definitely part of it." The black haired man nodded. "There were a lot of furious people when they saw what Scaly Pete did to you and your mother." He added. Just thinking about that fat bastard pissed him off, especially with how cruel he was to sharks.

"Really?" Sirena gasped in surprise.

"Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of people like sharks just fine. They just don't like when the shark mistakes them for food and tries to eat them, thinking that they're a seal." The marine biologist nodded.

"What did that make Pete, then? A bastard?" The amphibious sea wolf questioned.

"He wasn't entirely heartless, you know." The treasure hunter stated, getting a skeptical look in return. "He may have done what he did to you, but he did care a great deal about his son, Kyle." He explained before he frowned slightly. "No offense, but you did kill him." He added, which made Sirena blink.

"Um, yeah… I didn't really eat him." She said, getting a raised eyebrow in return. "The camera probably didn't catch it, but the blast on that boat actually sent him flying close to shore, where some locals probably rushed him to the hospital." She explained.

"Seriously? Trip told me that he likely died instantly, since he was so close to the blast and the fire extinguisher that caused it." Will said in surprise.

"So was Pete." Sirena retorted.

"... You think Kyle somehow, by some impossible stroke of good fortune, survived that?" The man asked after a moment. "Just because he was rushed to the hospital doesn't mean he actually survived." He added. He silently hoped he did, but he had his doubts. Kyle was an innocent victim in that mess.

"I'm not saying he survived after being rushed to the hospital, but it certainly would drum up support for a new show if he did." The woman noted. "Picture it: Maneater: Aftermath! A series of interviews and retrospectives of a Shark's reign of terror and it's effects on the audience and environment." She added in a dramatic fashion.

"Hm… I should consider getting in touch with Trip and bring that up." Will said thoughtfully.

"I can see it being pretty big." Sirena smiled. "Wait, Trip?" She asked.

"Trip Westhaven, He was the narrator for the show." The biologist stated.

It was at that moment the timer for the food went off, prompting them to head to the kitchen again. Will took the fish out of the oven, and Sirena practically drooled when the aroma hit her nose.

It was a simple dinner consisting of fish and chips. After setting some of the fish and fries on a pair of plates, the two sat at the table and started eating. Sirena practically had to stop herself from wolfing it down as she learned just how good of a cook Will was. His cooking was spectacular!

"I take it you haven't had a lot of fried meals before?" Will questioned with a smile.

"I haven't had a way to have three straight meals and not feel hungry afterwards. Even after eating a Sperm Whale I tend to still be hungry." She nodded. "Or be able to sleep without being shot at." She added.

"Unless you're in a grotto." Will pointed out, getting a chuckle in return.

"True." She nodded as she drank some water… which was a little odd given that she's a shark. Will decided to not comment on it.

"Oh, I almost forgot." The man said as he got up and went into another room, much to Sirena's confusion. After a few minutes of shuffling around, he finally came back with a platinum and gold banded engagement ring with two expertly cut medium sized diamonds in the setting. "Hold out your hand." He prompted her.

"Uh, I don't think it'll fit." The Maneater states, spreading her hand open to reveal the webbing between them.

"Oh, right." Will muttered as he tried to come up with another idea. Then he snapped his fingers before leaving again and more shuffling and things being moved was heard. He then returned with a gold wristband. "Okay, this one should work." He said as his wife held out her right hand and allowed him to place the object on her wrist.

"It's gorgeous." Sirena smiled as she examined the piece of jewelry.

"Both The ring and wristband were my grandmother's, so I thought it would be a good gift for my soon to be shark wife." He explained.

"A snug fit." She nodded. "But I like it." She continued before she hugged him close to her. "But does this mean I'll be one of those wives you'll keep locked away and never let out?" She asked.

"Oh heavens no!" Will replied as he hugged her back, the mere notion of locking her up appalling him. "If you want to go for a swim, then you go! … Just make sure no one sees you." He continued with that last part being an instruction.

"Thanks. I'll probably stay close to here and avoid other boats." She said, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck. "But what about going out on dates? You know, like normal couples usually do?" She asked.

"I'm not sure going out in public would be a wise idea, given your appearance." The man said, looking at Sirena's body and concluding that her shark features would draw negative attention. "At best, we could have dates in the mansion." He added.

"I guess that'll be the best we can do for now." Sirena sighed before she yawned rather cutely. "Oh man, I'm tired." She groaned.

Will smiled as he picked his lovely bride up—being sure to mind her fin and tail, before carrying her to their bedroom and laying her down on their now shared bed. The smaller size of her dorsal fin allowed her to lay on her back relatively comfortably.

He then started undressing her and then decided to quickly wash her down in the bathroom to get her clean. The action of him massaging and washing her entire body making Sirena feel even more pampered and loved then she already felt. Especially when Will started kneading her ass and breasts like they were two soft balls of bread dough.

"Mmmmm… That feels so good…" She moaned in light pleasure as she relaxed.

Will, despite his urge to continue massaging her breasts and ass, managed to get his arms to move on. He took special care to avoid her gills, neither wanting soap getting in them.

He then got to work on her fin and tail, which weren't all that hard to clean, but it was her hair that really proved to be a challenge, since it was caked with sea water, sand and some traces of kelp and seaweed.

'I shouldn't be surprised, given where she came from.' The man mused internally as he plucked some kelp from her hair. By the time he was done, her hair would be beautiful.

And beautiful it was. Once all the sea based material was removed, all that remained was a very soft mop of blue hair that Will had a hard time keeping his hands off of.

After everything was washed off, he then helped her out of the tub and started drying her off, and then blow drying her hair and bringing her to the bedroom again.

"I have some pajamas you can use until we get you some clothes, here." The man told her as he placed a pair of ocean blue pajama pants with white fish on them and a white T-shirt on the bed.

Sirena yawned as she pulled the pants on, with her tail being able to come out of a well placed hole, before pulling the shirt on as well, and soon took notice of the fact that her dorsal fin had become smaller and less pronounced since she came on land, making it fit comfortably under her shirt and let her lay on her back.

"Ah, this bed feels nice." She sighed as Will changed into his own nightwear and laid down next to her before pulling the covers over them.

"Good night, love." He said, giving her blue forehead a goodnight kiss.

"Good night, darling." His wife smiled as she kissed him back. "Tomorrow, I'm going to treat you to a mini honeymoon." She added slyly as she hugged him close to her.

The two then fell asleep in each other's arms after a long day.

Dragon Emperor0: Ya know, I just realized. With all the pop culture references in the Maneater games—and it existing in the same universe as the killing floor games—we could technically have a lot more shows crossover with the story then just TMNT and PotC.

ThermalsniperN7: Possibly. Though I'm not sure how we'd execute that. Also, hope you guys enjoyed that Muppet Treasure Island number we pulled.

Dragon Emperor0: Given that Pirates of the Caribbean is a Disney movie franchise and this is a Pirate story, that kind of reference seemed like a no-brainer. Also, I personally can't wait for Sirena to see Port Poseidon for herself. So if any of you guys have ideas for what it's different sections should look like, let us know.

ThermalsniperN7: With all that said, see you guys next time.