" That little stunt you pulled wasn't very nice," The Fishman hisses at you as you sat on the edge of your bed, holding a rag up to your nose as you stared at your feet

You had been living in Arlong park under Arlongs command ever since you were 8 years old, as a Navigator for the pirates since you had quite the talent for drawing maps

One Problem; You hated it here, constantly trying to find ways out and even going as far as to try and kill the fishmen that resided here to no use

Today had been another one of your bold and stupid attempts at murder, but you just ended up angering them, and since Arlong wasn't there, they had beat your ass until you retreated into your shabby room

And now Arlong stood before you, frowning down at you while your nose bled into the rag

" When are you gonna learn that you're no match for us? You're lucky I came back before they killed you."