Pirate Bachelor and the Sea Bitches

Slayden was rowing his dingy to a small archipelago. He always came this far south alone before Hurricane season came.

The archipelago was full of tide-pools with small fish caught within it. Geysers from volcanic vents that reached the ocean floor. Sea-shells and ship-wreckage that caught beside the rocks.

Slayden put the various barrels and fishing equipment he brought along with him to the highest peak of the island, though it wasn't exactly that high to begin with. It still ensured that it kept all of his supplies from being swept up by a rogue wave should the sea turn treacherous. You don't sail for as long as Slayden has without learning a few tricks.

The pirate found a few old, abandoned seagull nests and started a small fire, cooking a small handful of fish in a pot over it as he waited.

It was in the late afternoon when the smell of seafood attract what he was waiting for. As the waves in the bare ocean calmed down for the time being, Slayden saw sails, though they weren't the sails of ships. They were shark fins, all moving in sync by the dozen, heading straight for the cliff-like shores of the island.

These creatures weren't your average Sea-Dogs.

As the shark fin raised higher over the surface of the water, the grey-skinned animal stood up on hind-legs. Its lifetime in the water gave the beasts impressive musculature on its legs and arms. Their skin were grey and white and smooth, shining as the water reflected in the daylight. They dragged large, fin-tails against the rocks as they marched. Most of them were female -- made obvious by the marvelously-pendulous mammary glands on their chests -- with a few males trailing behind them.

The humanoid creatures didn't seem bothered that the seasoned pirate was there waiting for them. In fact, a few of them approached him cautiously, attracted by the smell of fish-stew. While some of the beasts reached in to grab some of the stray fish in the tide-pools, Slayden took his ladle and poured some of his soup into the tidepool next to his campfire. One of the monster-women sniffed at the stew in the tidepool and started lapping some of it up.

One of the larger females ignored his offer of stew and instead wrapped her muscular arms around Slayden's own arm. She took a big whiff of his hair before giving his face a lick. Any other sailor who found themselves in this situation would see the rows of predator's teeth so close to their face and panic, but Slayden knew this beast had no intention of eating him.

In fact, she liked him. A lot.

The first time Slayden found himself on the island was after a disastrous attempt at sinking a navy ship. He was a barrelman for his captain, who had gotten it in his head that they could beat a sloop with their worn-out cannons.

It was a bloodbath.

Having been in the crow's nest, Slayden was the only one who survived, a storm washing him to this island in the middle of ocean. No other land in sight. All of the ships on the rocks useless. He had nothing but seaweed and guppies in the tidepools to survive on, with a barrel of not-so-fresh water to keep him from dying within days.

Then they came.

They were Great White Sharks that could walk on land. There was one of him and a certifiable clan of them. He was unarmed and afraid and too weak to save himself. So he lied there and waited for them to rend him apart like the shark-bait that he was.

They didn't eat him.

Instead, they crowded around him like a litter of puppies, curious about this strange, semi-hairless monkey that found its way on their island. Some left him alone, others would sniff him with their pointed snouts, a few even gave him a fish or two.

Contrary to popular belief, sharks aren't savage beasts. They were predators, sure, but they were more afraid of humans than humans were of them. In the case of the Shark Men, they were actually quit docile. Even better, they were surprisingly affectionate.

It was when one of them figure out that Slayden was hiding his man-organ under the tattered remains of his trousers did she mount him.

As Slayden was mounted again and again by these strange creatures, he figured a few things out.

Turns out he was stranded on their mating grounds. They would come every year, mate, lay their eggs in the tidepools, they would get washed away into the ocean when hurricane season came and they would come back a year later to do it all over again. Like mermaids, they were perfectly willing to mate with human men, though they weren't interested in eating him right after like mermaids were. Figure that one out.

It was right after the shark people left did a random fishing boat find him and took him back to the mainland.

While he told people about his encounter with sharks, he left out the fact that they were bipedal creatures. He was confident that people wouldn't believe him, thinking he was just some ole' heat-stroked drunk telling fish-stories, but he also knew it would be bad if the wrong person learned of their existence. People would immediately assume they were savage beasts that had to be slain, or big-game hunters would harpoon all of them as trophies.

Those shark people saved him. They kept him well-fed and comfortable in his brief time with them.

Now every year, he returned to that island to visit the shark-people.