Jimmy, the butler had also joined the pirate women in the fight against the Selachi.
He was already old, but as a cultivator of the sixth level in the soul disciple realm, he could do some really amazing things.
He brought out his sword and tore at the hard flesh of this half-shark people.
He had just cut off the head of a particular Selachi when he turned and saw Dan hiding in a corner.
However, there was a Selachi (shark-man) coming up behind him that he was unaware of.
"Young master DAN!!!" he screamed for him.
However, Dan was too far gone by the sway of melons hanging from the commander's chest to notice the enemy coming behind him.
He tried calling Dan several times, but it yielded no positive result.
The sound of fighting drowned his voice.
There were no other options, he had to go save Dan himself.
He cut down another opponent that had come his way.
However, four replaced that one.
Also, his aged back had now chosen the most terribly opportunistic time to act up.
He gritted his teeth, holding back the pain from his spine, as he tried to break through the enemy before him.
Unfortunately, the pain had reduced the output he could deliver.
At this rate, he was not going to be able to save Dan in time.
"Young master DAN!!!" He screamed one more time.
Luckily, Dan seemed to have heard him this time around, and he turned.
However, it was too late.
All he saw was the wide opened jaws of an apex predator staring down at him.
Maybe it was the fact that he was looking at the end of his life, but even through the not so bright light on the ship, he could see the muscle expanding inside the shark-man's mouth.
He could also see the multiple uneven rows of spear like teeth saying 'Hi' to him with their reflection of the moon light.
He could also see the green patches on some teeth.
Probably what the Shark-man had eaten for breakfast this morning.
No doubt about it, Dan knew that his flesh and blood was going to replace those green patches.
Fear took him like darkness took over once the light was out.
He instinctively closed his eyes as he curved together. Making himself a smaller target for the shark.
this was going to be his end. He thought to himself.
He didn't even have the opportunity to touch the swaying softness that was the reason for his death.
Thinking thus far, he subconsciously remembered Eros as he was ploughing those women the night before.
However, at the moment, he needed saving.
"Grandad!" he whispered lowly.
The Shark-man's jaws came down like bird poop from the sky.
Dan suddenly could not feel the wind blowing any more.
It felt like something was obstructing it.
"Is this what death feels like?" he asked himself. He had expected to at least feel some amount of pain before sure death.
However, he suddenly heard a very familiar voice.
It was one that he had always brought him comfort. Even though it was the voice of an old man.
"What are you closing your eyes for? Don't you want to see her melons dance in the wind anymore?"
"Huh!?" he paused, and then he opened his eyes.
To his surprise, an old man with a pot belly out stood before him.
Eros was only dressed from his waist down.
He was topless and his small pot belly and his hairy chest was out for the world to see.
However, he looked more heroic than any knight Dan had read about in the manor's books.
After all, he had stopped the attack of the Shark man with just his walking stick.
The shark man was lifted high in the air with the edge of the walking stick under its jaw.
Eros had a slight smile on his face as he directed Dan's gaze to the commander that was half naked.
"A man should take advantage of all opportunities given by the heavens, even at the risk of death."
"huh!?"
"-"
Dan suddenly did not know how to feel. He had been caught looking, and then instead of a scolding, he was actually being encouraged.
However, Eros suddenly noticed that the commander was bleeding from her back.
The wound was bad, and from the looks of things, she was definitely going to lose the fight against that particular Shark-man.
He was not one that was particularly interested in violence, but he knew that its methods needed to be applied sometimes.
He waved his walking stick, flinging the shark-man on it like it was a ragged doll or some piece of trash for the bin.
And then he turned and walked towards the commander.
One step at a time, he used his walking stick to assist himself closer to the fight.
Dan watched him as he walked steadily.
For some reason, even though it was very chaotic as half naked women fought with the deadly man eating shark-men for their lives, nothing so much as fazed him or even obstructed his path.
It was like he was advancing forward in a maze with the knowledge of how to finish the maze without any obstruction.
A sword that had been knocked out the hand of a woman flew over, the way it descended looked like it was going to cut his neck.
However, it just happened to pass by him when his neck was but an inch to its blade.
A clawed fist heading for a woman waved past him like he was the intended target.
One after the other, flying objects seemed to come at him but not touch him.
It was like the battlefield was allergic to his presence.
Or like he was a saint that shouldn't be touched by the profanities of the world.
By now, commander half bra was at her wits end.
The shark-man hit away her sword with it's sharp claws. She could already foresee it.
She was done for.
The shark-man lifted up it's claws. Its aim was to rip out her heart from her chest...