Chapter 1: Shiver My Timbers

-Sapphire Bay, Port Clovi, 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 hadhands.

"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)

This continued on for several days until Samedi finally took notice. And by then–it was far, far too late. As while things had escalated dramatically. First, Jerry had gotten the taser off of Sirena's shoulder, which allowed the shark woman to solo the crew.

She had either killed or recruited various crew members to her side, which bolstered her chances of pulling off her hostile takeover. Some joined willingly, finding her fierce nature worth following. Others just wanted to live.

This led to them setting sail for the Caribbean to try and find more places and things to plunder, which led them to a place not far from where the Pirate Republic of Nassau used to be. A little place called Great Inagua.

"Aim the gallants and royals, men! We're setting out to land!" The shark woman called.

"Aye, captain!" The surviving crew chorused as they went to work. Luckily, there were still enough to help keep the ship running.

(Elsewhere)

-Port Iris, USA-

In an inland coastal metropolitan area similar to Port Clovis, was the lush vacation paradise of Port Iris.

It shared a few similarities with Port Clovis, but one difference was that it didn't have a lake that was essentially destroyed and it didn't have any naval mines in one of its many districts… Or a kaiju door in its borders. Basically, it was Port Clovis, but remove the problems. Port Clovis, but better.

And in a hotel room, a man was laying on a hotel bed, replaying the final moments of the Maneater show over, and over, and over again. His eyes were bagged and puffy, as if he'd been upset for a while, and he just… did not look well, at all.

Said man was a young man, around twenty three, who had caucasian skin, brown shoulder length hair, blue eyes and was in his mid to late twenties age wise with a swimmer's build, and a nasty two hooked slash mark on the right side of his head and face.

Attire wise, he was just wearing a pair of black pants, with a silver men's ring with the phrase 'Sic Parvis Magna' on it tied around his neck—and nothing else right now.

Bottles of rum littered the room, showing that he'd clearly spent many a night drunk. And he also had a gun sitting next to his bed, A Beretta 92FS Inox pistol that was in the second largest size that the gun came in. It had a black chrome barrel and slide, with a dark blue mag catch, a dark stained mahogany gripped handle with pearl inlays to fit, and had a black Jolly Roger inlay on the bottom of the handle in pure silver. And on the barrel was shark mouth etchings and etched into the pearl was the Kraken.

The man continued to look at the footage until he had to tear his gaze away, it being too much to bear. He then looked at the rum bottle on the nightstand and his gun as he contemplated which to use to end his suffering… Until something caught his eye.

Looking at the footage, he saw something big leaving the area in the water. There was only one thing that big that he knew of at the moment.

'Could it be…?' He thought with wide eyes, daring to hope. He then pulled out his phone and zoomed into the clip, and the sign of a familiarly notched dorsal fin caused his heart to nearly stop.

Sirena fucking survived the explosion!

"She actually lived…" He breathed before shaking his head. "Okay… Get yourself together Will. You gotta find her somehow." The now named Will said to himself.

Will's relationship with the Maneater of Port Clovis was a very unusual and interesting one. He was the one who started the show with his friend Tripp Westhaven.

From her time as a pup, Will had bonded with Sirena off screen and made sure to give her plenty of reasons to like him. As she (albeit unnaturally) grew, so did the puppy love the shark in question had for him. It was a bond that had actually saved dozens of lives at Port Clovis from being targeted by her, but alas, bounty hunters are prone to acts of stupidity. She was still a vicious killer and would attack when provoked.

Her presumed death sent him into a depression, feeling like he lost the greatest pet in the world. Now?

Now he had to pull himself together and find her.

Dialing a number on his phone, he got to work.

"Tripp, listen." The man said as he didn't give the host time to respond. "I need you to get me a boat rented, and soon." He added.

"Why?" The narrator of Maneater questioned in confusion.

"I'll tell you in person when we meet up." The man replied before hanging up. "Don't worry, Sirena. I'm coming." He whispered, getting up to dress himself.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile, back with Sirena, she was currently examining a new outfit that she'd gotten herself from Samedi's old quarters–now hers–and taking a good look at herself in the mirror to see if it suited her.

Her new outfit consisted of a red colonial era style admiral's coat, a white shirt that somehow held her impressive rack fairly well (she made sure to have a good cleavage window), a pair of black pants that made her ass very pronounced and a pair of brown boots. On her waist was a belt with two cutlasses sheathed and another belt with two holsters for a pair of pistols.

Of course, she had to make a hole in the shirt for her dorsal fin and her tail was poking out from the bottom of it, but that was bound to happen.

The final verdict: She liked her new look.

"Yeah, this'll do quite nicely." She nodded, examining herself more, and noticed how her pants and boots accentuated her heart shaped ass and luscious long legs. "Now… Where's a good captain's hat?" She asked herself as she looked around the room. She did need one to complete the look.

However, before she could try and find one…

"Ship sighted!" Her helmsman called.

Deciding that the hat could wait, she rushed to the helm to see what was up.

"Where's the ship?" She questioned, looking at her helmsman.

"Portside, seventy-five meters away!" The man reported, prompting the shark woman to pull out her spyglass and see that there was indeed a ship, a yacht, no less.

"What in the world is a yacht doing out here?" The mutant woman wondered with a raised eyebrow.

"Got me, but hey, maybe we can take the account info of the rich folks on board." Jerry shrugged in reply.

"True." The shark captain nodded in agreement. "Raise the black flag!" She shouted authoritatively. The crew did so, and the ship started closing in on the yacht.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile, Will and Tripp were now in one of the former's yachts, and were busy trying to find any traces of Sirena with the advanced fish finder that the younger man had on hand to use for one of his many successful hobbies.

"Are you sure she's out here?" The show host asked as Will operated the scanner.

"She's gotta be." Will stated as he kept looking. "Where else would she go? Back to Port Clovis?" He questioned.

"Point taken." Tripp nodded.

Before anything else could be said, they heard something that they honestly could have gone without hearing.

"Is that…?" Tripp trailed off before splashes were heard near their yacht.

"Cannon fire!" Will exclaimed as he rushed to the top deck and saw something that made his heart stop. "Oh fuck me!" He groaned in dismay, seeing the large colonial era inspired ship with a black flag heading their way, cannon shots being fired all the while.

"Are those… Pirates?!" Tripp exclaimed as they tried to commit to evasive maneuvers.

"Yes it fucking is! Of all the times to be targeted, why did it have to be now?!" The rich man lamented.

The two were now sitting ducks as the ship pulled up to them, grappling hooks being tossed at the rails and reeled in before the pirates started dropping onto the deck and going to subdue the two men, only for Will to pull out his gun and shoot one of them in the head to get them to back off.

"Ya got enough bullets for all of us, rich boy?" One of them taunted, but kept his distance.

"Want to test that?" The man questioned, getting ready to pull the trigger–when a figure in a red coat came tumbling to the deck, before sweeping her leg under Will and causing him to fall on his back, allowing the female figure to stand up and pin him down by standing on his chest.

"Sorry, not sorry." The woman said before knocking him out. One of the other crewmen did the same to Tripp while he was surprised. "Lock 'em up in the brig! We'll deal with them when we get to Great Inagua!" Sirena ordered.

However, as she watched her crew take her new prisoners to the brig, she felt something when she looked at Will.

'Why does he seem so familiar to me?' She wondered as her crew reclaimed their grappling hooks after setting the yacht up with some explosives. As they sailed away, the crew watched with grins as the boat exploded.

She supposed there was quite a bit she needed to address with Will.

(Later)

The sun was setting now, but Sirena's ship (she noted she needed to name the damn thing) had reached Great Inagua.

The dock was intact and stable, but the other buildings… Not so much.

It was clear that there was no true ownership of the place after the last ones died, so it was abandoned for the past two or so centuries. That was more than enough time for the buildings to fall apart from age.

Sirena looked at the abandoned facilities and sighed, knowing that there was work to be done. Her crew saw the disrepair and knew what she knew, too.

"It's not the prettiest spot in the Caribbean, that's for sure." Her helmsman noted.

"But it at least has useable materials, tools and resources we can use to make the repairs we need." Her shipmaster nodded.

"It also helps that the place is far away from anyone we don't want around." Another added.

"And after sprucing the place up a bit, maybe we can actually call this place home." Yet another added his two cents.

"All very true." Sirena acknowledged. "Half of you head ashore and have a look around. The other half stays and keeps guard." She ordered.

"What about you, captain?" Jerry asked.

"I'm gonna go address our two prisoners." The shark woman replied, heading below deck to check on Will and Tripp. Her men, meanwhile, carried out their orders as half went exploring while the rest stood guard on the ship.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile, in the brig, the two captured men had woken up some hours ago and were in a shared cell. The rich man's pistol had been taken from him, so he couldn't shoot the lock and bust out.

"Well, fine mess you've gotten us into, Will." Tripp sighed as he slumped into a chair in the cell.

Tripp Westhaven was a man in his early thirties who had graying black hair that was combed, brown eyes, a husky build, and a John Swanson styled mustache. The man was typically dressed in khaki slacks, loafers, and a myriad of hawaiian shirts–this one being a blue one with pink flowers–with a John Hammond appropriate straw hat.

"Oh yeah, sure, Tripp. Blame me for trying to defend us and keep ourselves alive." Will replied flatly. "Seriously, how the fuck was I supposed to know we were sailing into pirate waters?" He questioned.

"Well, the news on these waters for one thing!" Tripp snapped.

"You mean the ones from last year?" The investor of Maneater deadpanned in response. "With how rare pirate attacks are these days, is it really a surprise I wasn't prepared?" He questioned once more.

Before this argument could continue, the doors opened and Sirena walked into the chamber and went up to the cell, throwing open the door and grabbing Tripp by the collar before hurling him outside of it.

"Hey! Hands off—!" Will yelled as he tried to jump her, only to get swatted out of the way by the shark woman's tail.

"Just sit down and be quiet like a good little boy. I'll be dealing with you soon enough." She told him as she kicked Tripp in the ass and sent him tumbling into the ship's wine cellar—before turning to face Will, and going back into the cell with him, slamming the door shut behind her.

Recovering from getting smacked aside by the shark woman's tale, Will looked at his captor, who was standing over him in the dim lighting. He wasn't expecting a mutant captain, but then again, who does?

"Now… There's something about you that's familiar, and I want to know why." The sea wolf told him, getting close to him.

"What?" Will asked with a blink, wondering what she meant.

"Don't play dumb with me, I know I've seen you somewhere before. Now tell me before I cut you into little pieces to put in my stew!" The woman barked, slapping her tail on the wood, prompting Will to finally fully notice her shark-like features. "Well? I'm waiting." She pouted impatiently, crossing her arms under her chest and causing her sky blue and cream white cleavage to become pronounced.

"Uh… Well, I was able to make a connection with a Bull Shark pup in Port Clovis and basically raised her as much as I could." Will replied, faintly making out the woman's features on her face. He swore something about this mutant woman was familiar.

"... This pup, did she have a name?" Sirena asked. "I know you humans like to give names to your pets." She added curtly, not wanting to sound too interested.

"You weren't human originally?" The man questioned.

"No, I started out as a Bull Shark. An actual one." She stated, before shaking her head. "Don't dodge the question!" She snapped.

"Okay, okay!" Will yelped, holding his hands up defensively. "The pup's name was Sirena!" He added, causing the woman in front of him to freeze.

"Wh-What?" The woman gasped, not believing what she was hearing… Until her nose started to pick up the man's scent.

It was a mixture of Dr. Squatch soap (either Bay Rum or Coconut breeze, she couldn't tell which), Old Spice Krakenguard shampoo, deodorant and bodywash, with Bay Rum aftershave, and the scent of fine leather… A mixture of smells she knew very, very well.

"... W-Will? Is that really you?!" She gasped, tears of joy starting to form in her eyes.

"How do you– Wait…" Will started to ask before he pulled out his flashlight and turned it on, illuminating Sirena's face… and revealing the scars he knew all too well. "S-S-Sirena…?! Is that you?!" He gasped as he too started tearing up.

The shark woman let out a cry as she leapt into the man's arms and hugged him tight, burying her face in his chest as she started bawling and wailing in relief and sheer happiness from being reunited with the one living creature who she ever loved–and could ever love her back.

Likewise, Will was crying with the same emotions as he held the mutant creature he bonded with close. Seeing Sirena, the one marine creature he could truly say he bonded with more than most would dare to, back in his arms was like getting a long lost love back again. Seeing her get consumed by the blast that killed Pete had wrecked him hard, hence his depression before.

Now he could finally heal.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Sirena whimpered. "After I… After I struck you with my tail off the Cajun Queen, I thought I'd killed you–Or hurt you so badly that you hated me!" She wailed in despair. "I was so sad, alone, and angry–I missed you so much!" She told him before she sniffed loudly and looked at him. "You… You don't hate me, do you?" She questioned, her eyes bubbling and puffy.

"Sirena, hating you is something I can't do." Will told her, his voice shaky as he wiped the tears from her face. "You did hurt me back then, yeah, but I was more worried about you. You got caught in two explosions, and I thought you died both times." He continued. "I thought the Cajun Queen's blast killed you before I saw you surface for a moment. I thought Pete's military boat exploding killed you for real, and that was the most painful thing I had endured." He added further. "Now… Now I have you in my arms, and I feel like everything is good again." He finished, holding her firmly against him.

Those words made the shark woman's heart flutter in joy as she happily returned his embrace, letting out small hiccups from how much she was crying. After a moment of the two enjoying each other's presence, they pulled back and looked each other in the eyes and felt an impulse overtake their minds.

They inched their faces closer to one another, their eyes partly closing. Then… their lips met, and there was no spark, but a jolt that made them keep making out with each other to express their happiness.

Sirena could only let Will have his way with her as her instincts told her to roll over and submit to him, her loins burning red hot and her womb was begging her to open her legs to the man on top of her.

This ended up being what happened as the two collapsed to the floor and started stripping themselves nude. Sirena looked into the eyes of her favorite human with a look of sexual hunger.

"Will… Please." The woman gasped as they separated. "Take me. Mate with me." She begged him, her eyes taking the shape of hearts. "Let me give you pups." She added, her breathing heavy in wanting.

"If that's what the captain of the ship wants." Will breathed as he mounted her, both gasping when their hips connected and the sounds of lovemaking filled the brig.

It was clear that puppy love was replaced with intimate love to accommodate Sirena's new body.

(Later)

Time passed and Tripp was finally let out of the cellar by Jerry, apologizing for the misunderstanding, while Will was dragged away by Sirena to her quarters so they could be alone for a while longer–which included her sucking him off for a full fifteen minutes the moment the door closed.

This sight made many of the crew wonder what the hell they'd just witnessed before the sounds of sex came from the quarters, and for some reason, a lot of the crew envied Will now… Though not enough to try anything stupid against him.

That aside, the crew was glad their captain had found her significant other, as it likely meant that she'd take it easy on them for a change.

With the couple in question, after the woman had gotten her fill with her mouth, she then proceeded to ride Will in bed for another fifteen minutes, until he flipped her over and turned the tables on her–causing Sirena's instinct to make her act submissive, begging him to make her the mother of his children.

Will obliged and made her scream his name the whole time. When he came inside her, he collapsed to her left and pulled her on top of him.

"Mmm… I feel so full…" Sirena moaned in satisfaction, listening to her new mate's heartbeat.

"I hope you realize that since you're asking to have my children, I'm not going to let you leave me like you female bull sharks like to do." Will told her, holding her close. "You're going to marry me as a human, and become my wife." He added.

"Oh, that sounds fantastic." The shark pirate woman sighed in delight, snuggling into him even more as the idea made itself at home in her mind.

"Good." Will smiled as he rubbed her head, causing her to purr in bliss. "My mother's going to want to meet you." He mused as he rubbed and squeezed her stress ball soft ass.

"Ah~! I guess I'll have to make myself presentable…" The shark woman gasped as she relished in her mate's touch.

"That you will." The rich man nodded as they snuggled together. "... Hey, how'd you get this new look of yours, anyway?" He wondered, a curious look on his face.

"I'm not sure. But I think it was partly due to some mutagen." She told him, a bit unsure herself.

"Mutagen?" Will blinked as he looked at his mutant lover.

"Yeah, and I think that mixed with the people I'd eaten at varying points before then turned me into… Well, this." The shark woman speculated, gesturing to the model worthy body she now had.

"Did you see any labels on the mutagen package?" The man asked, rubbing the base of Sirena's dorsal fin, hoping to get a clue of who manufactured all the mutagen Sirena had ingested.

The woman only shook her head. "No." She told him as she started nibbling in her lover's neck, tempted to start eating him due to him smelling so good.

"Well, shit. Oh well, at least something good came out of it." Will sighed as he held the back of his sharky lover's head, the feeling of her nibbling feeling rather nice. "Don't go nuts and eat me. The nibbles are nice, but don't let yourself get lost in it." He told her.

"But you smell so good!~" Sirena whined as she licked his cheek, which unintentionally caused him to become stimulated again. Noticing this, the woman looked over and soon gained a sharp toothed grin. "On second thought, maybe there is a way I can still 'eat' you without killing you." She purred, her breasts bouncing as she chuckled.

"You're an insatiable shark, you know that?" Will chuckled as his lover straddled him, face level with his pelvis.

"But I'm your insatiable shark, my treasured mate." Said shark woman purred in reply before Will gasped as he felt something familiar around his manhood.

If Sirena earns her place in the history books, her insatiable nature in bed might be one of her biggest highlights.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile, the crew of the ship were now plotting a route to Port Iris so that they could let Tripp off. The pirates didn't really see a reason to keep him around, nor wanted to because they enjoyed his show, and didn't want to disrespect the guy by keeping him away from home.

"Hey, where's Will?" Tripp asked, not seeing his friend on the top deck as he enjoyed the view.

"Oh, captain's hooked up with him. Me and the rest of the crew think she's enjoying him to the fullest, so good on her." Jerry told him in reply.

"You know, I never did catch the captain's name." The show host noted.

"It's Sirena. She told me herself." The man explained.

"Wait… That's the same name me and Will gave to the Bull Shark that Maneater was centered around!" Tripp gasped.

"Aye. She mentioned that mutagen turned her into the vicious lass we have for our captain now." One of the crew, an Irishman by the sound of his accent, confirmed as he walked up to them. "Our last captain was gonna sell her at a slave auction in Smuggler's Cove before she got loose and tore a good chunk of the original crew apart–including said captain–and then took the reins." He continued.

"And you guys aren't disgusted at the notion of taking orders from a mutant?" Tripp had to question since he kinda expected something like that.

"Well, we've already gotten some great plunders because of her, so she's done right by us in our books." The quartermaster shrugged. "No reason to think of anything stupid with that in mind." He added.

"Besides, with your friend Will on board, maybe we'll have a bit more down time from now on!" The helmsman grinned before letting out a hearty laugh.

"Ain't that the truth!" Jerry laughed along with the rest of the crew.

Tripp wanted to be worried for Will's safety, but he honestly couldn't find a reason to. Not only were these pirates decent people to talk to, their captain was the mutated star of Maneater… who Will had hooked up with for reasons he couldn't wrap his head around. Maybe thinking about it was more lost brain cells than it was worth.

Plus, his friend reeled in a fantastic girlfriend…Fish pun intended.

(Elsewhere)

Back in the captain's quarters, Will and Sirena were in bed, the covers over their nude forms as the shark woman slept next to him with a belly full of her lover's seed.

Will, on the other hand, was quite literally sucked dry–and was just now realizing he'd hooked up with a sexy mutant and felt… no regrets at all. He figured this was likely how his father felt when he hooked up with his mother.

Then he heard his cell phone go off on the nightstand (he always put it there on instinct in a bedroom), prompting him to pick it up and see that it was his mother calling.

"Shite!" The man yelped as he fumbled his device, causing his original London accent to slip through.

As he managed to catch the device (Sirena somehow sleeping through his fumbling), he answered the call.

"Hi, mum. Wasn't expecting you to call." He responded, making sure to keep his voice level to conceal what had happened to him not long ago.

"Well it's about time you answered!" A woman's British voice barked on the other end. "William Turner V, are you avoiding your own mother? Or have you forgotten that I raised you better than this?" She snapped.

"Wha– No, I'm not avoiding you!" Will replied with a bewildered blink. "The past few weeks took a toll on me and a few hours ago, my life took a… turn that I didn't see coming." He added with a sigh.

"What kind of turns, exactly?" The Turner Matriarch questioned.

"Well, I ran into this girl I met a while back during the production of Maneater and we kinda got a little too into, uh… Making up for lost time." The young man explained, feeling himself blush.

"... I see." Mrs. Turner hummed. "Do you have any problems with me meeting her?" She questioned.

"Well, no. It's just she's… Not very good with new people." The man explained. "She was hurt really badly as a kid. Her mom also died in front of her, so she's hiding a lot of trauma." He added.

"I can see why she's not good with new faces." The woman acknowledged with an audible wince on her end. "Do you think you could try and ease her nerves enough for me to meet her?" She asked.

"I think I can, yeah." Will replied with a nod, rubbing Sirena's hair as she slept.

"Does this girl have a name?" The woman asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's Sirena. Sirena Morgan." The young man told her.

"Oh? Would she by any chance be related to Sir Henry Morgan?" His mother inquired.

"No. She was adopted into the family." The man replied.

It was technically true, Sirena wasn't related to the Pirate Captain Morgan but Jerry was, and he seemed to treat Sirena like a sister, so a connection seemed inevitable.

"Oh. Well, I'd still like to meet her all the same." The Turner Matriarch reaffirmed. "I can either drag your father to your house in the States and both of us can meet her, or you can bring her to the United Kingdom with you. Which will it be?" She questioned.

"Don't bother going to Port Iris!" Will told her frantically. "We're… In the Caribbean right now. So it might be easier if we came to you." He told her.

"Come to us? How?" His mother asked.

"We're traveling in her brother's ship. Currently we docked in Great Inagua and will probably be going to Havana, Kingston, and Nassau before moving to travel to the Isles." The young man explained.

"Very well, then. We look forward to when you arrive." The woman told her son before ending the call. This left Will with several thoughts in his head, like how he was going to disguise Sirena so she wouldn't be spotted and ratted out, among other things.

'Looks like I'll need to do some shopping at one of our stopping points.' He mused, looking at his mutant lover as she slept with a content smile on her face. "Including some maternity clothes." He smiled as he watched her roll over, allowing him to rub her belly–and imagined it growing fat with children.

Their children.

If anyone tried to take his kids from him… Well, an angry shark mutant for a mom sounded like an effective deterrent to protect their kids. Or a dad with no qualms with popping them full of lead.

Dragon Emperor0: Hey readers. Hope you don't mind but we're rewriting this story to better suit our new quality standards and match up more with the Prequel. That said, I think this version of the story turned out great. Don't you, bud?

ThermalsniperN7: Yeah, I'd say so. A lot of things in the original were pretty haphazardly done and we glossed over a lot of things that could've been covered. No harem this time, either, so sorry to anyone who expected that to remain. Also, we're ditching the lemons since.. Let's be real: You guys can figure out what happened.

Dragon Emperor0: Those familiar with other stories will understand that a reevaluation on our end faith wise caused this. But we won't bore you with details. Anyway, This version is likely going to end up being a restructured version of the original with many changes but still the overall same feel.

ThermalsniperN7: Right. In this story, it's not uncommon to see a ship with a colonial era design and modern technology sailing across the ocean, and we'll be having more pirate based stuff that the original just lacked due to not refining our approach on it more. That's just the tip of the iceberg, so you'll all have to wait until more chapters come in. Anyway, see you next time.