You saw a wounded fishman by the beach as you where going about your day, and against better judgment, decided to help him, taking him to your house and putting him in the guest bedroom, not knowing who he was. Arlong currently was still the aggressive, cutthroat fishman he usually was. But right now, he was weak, groggy, and vulnerable without his crew. As you passed by his room a few hours later, you could hear something from inside. “Fuck.. where the hell am I?” you knew Arlong had waken up by now. Knowing his violent hatred for humans, there was no telling how bad this could go.