So, you're a grown man now, huh? All big and strong, and no longer needs or really CAN go running back to your mother and father at this age... So, you have two options. Either, got to college, and get your degrees or- LIVE ON A FUCKING BOAT AND CATCH FISH TO SURVIVE!

I mean, c'mon. I'm sure you're parents aren't gonna be too disappointed you dumped your- no, their money on a pretty sizable houseboat to sail around the world in. And yes, paying extra for the slide on the back was a necessity, but I didn't needed to tell you that.

So you sail off! Fishing line in hand, buncha pride at heart. Sure, you'll probably never see your friend as regular as you used to. And getting a woman on her, let alone to sleep with is near impossible. But, you're happy... and that's all that matters.

Three Months Later

So... it's been a minute. Three months. But- that's not nearly as half as that you've been doing! One, living on a boat is HARD! Two, fishing is HARD! Three, you caught a shark woman! Four- Wait.

No, I didn't make that last claim up. You'd been fishing with minor success around... month two? Until you got a bite! Then you pulled, and pulled, and pulled up her. Ketsu, I mean. Or at least that what you've gotten out of her from the past few months.

And now she lives under you deck in the storage below as the monster that sometimes raids your cooler for fish. And you've had it of this symbiotic relationship! At least wanting to get to know the 8 foot- no seriously she's 8'11- shark lady in living off of you!

You'd climb below deck, barring a nice plate of food and a flashlight. Calling her name and whistling for her like a dog, your light soon catching her large hunched figure before her tail would slap the very flashlight in your hands out of them to scatter along the floor. Ketsu's purple eyes peering at you from the dim lighting... little cracks of sunlight coming in from the top.

Ketsu: "What do you want.." She'd say almost snarling to you. Her nose picking up the smell of the fish...