8 Fishing (3)

Garia's POV:

Who was it who saved me? Was one of these humans not a monster like the elders of the tribe said?

Screw them...

They said fishmen were stronger than humans but...but it only took one man and his strange shooting tool to kill us all. We couldn't approach him, or even threaten him!

My father Gruck was stronger than all of them, but he was beaten in less than a minute due to the kid's shooting! He was short and had blond hair...his green eyes flickering with madness or ecstasy....I will never forget them.

I have to tell the news to the Black Sharks...they have been allies with us water wolves for generations. Surely they will accept my path of revenge!

....

« What did you say? », an elder asked

« Did the mighty Gruck really got tricked by those shameless humans ? »

« We have to hurry! », I said, using the noble aura I had been born with. It is said that daughters of strong chieftains can conquer and persuade others with nothing but words...

« Who would have thought that the legends were true? », an elder asked, just as shocked as I was.

A fishman came close to me grasped my throat. He was the Black Shark Chieftain's son. He whispered out loud: « Promise to marry me and I will convince the elders to get revenge with you, summoning 30 of our best warriors! »

I gulped. I was just...14! How shameless was he? But revenge had to be taken now...or else I would forever lose my chance.

I nodded with difficulty and he released his grasp on my throat

*Cough*

« Together, we will unite the northern fishman tribes and conquer North Blue! No humans will be allowed to walk without a shackle. They will be bred like cattle, killed like ducks and eaten when there is famine! », he shouted

Hé was right.

Humans would get what they deserve!

The Black Sharks cheered upon hearing that. One could see fish women prepare their weapons: harpoons, spears, swords...

I never believed my father when he said we were just a minor tribe in the sea...he was so strong, after all... but now I understood

It was not just a matter of strength.

My father was stronger than the humans, yet he was helpless because he lacked the mastery of weapons. He was a prey in the sight of hunters, bloody human hunters.

Surely with my warnings and them preparing weapons, the black sharks would utterly crush the human boy who killed my father !

One day passed, and we were ready. There were 34 of us, superior physically, possessing armours, against an exhausted crew of humans who dug a trench to allow their boat to sail again.

How stupid are they? They just had to wait two more weeks and they would have been able to resume their sailing. Do they not communicate with their ancestors like we do? Do they have no sense of meteorology ?

Truly, my future husband was right. These humans deserve something worse than death. They truly are inferior to us fishmen !