Fishman District

Somewhere away from the main cities of Fishman Island was the infamous Fishman District. A lawless hub for criminals and slavers alike, all with a penchant grudge against the pathetic species called humanity. It was here that the New Fishman Pirates called home, and where they had promptly taken their new ****: The Cat Burglar Nami of the Straw Hat Pirates.

Pulled by the chain connected to her collar, she could do nothing but follow the Fishmen as they lead her deeper into their layer. Thugs hooted and hollered at her as they passed them on the streets, some more disdainful deciding instead to throw trash and fruit at the helpless ****.

"Cat Burglar Nami," recited Hamon, the yellow-pike fishman from before. He looked back at her, his sharp teeth showing under his wicked smile. "Your captain had some nerve dealing with our comrades back in East Blue."

"You mean Arlong?" she spat said name with spite. Those eight years she spent under the tyrant still left a scar in her mind. "He got everything he deserved." Meanwhile her eyes searched about, looking for anything that could help her escape.

Soon they entered district square.

"We'll take you to the boss," explained Hamon. "But first we're going to work on that attitude of yours."

With a nod from their captain, the surrounding crew then tugged on her chains. Ignoring the cries of pain coming from the girl, they hoisted the chain over the top of a pole, and like a pulley hoisted her off her feet by the cuff of her hands.

Like a freshly caught fish, Nami dangled helplessly in the air. A crowd quickly began to form below, eager to see the coming punishment.

"Hamo hamo hamo... Now, where shall we start?"