Fishman Island

Nami awoke, coughing and sputtering as seawater was **** from her throat. By some miracle, she was alive. As to where she was now... she hadn't a clue.

Looking around she could see scraps of wood lining the sandy shore, probably remains of the ship that had kidnapped her prior. In the horizon she could make out the corpses of other vessels, though still intact their cracked hulls and toppled masses told that there sailing days had long passed.

"Over here! I found a survivor!"

Had help come? Nami turned towards the source of the voice, only to reel at the sight of a gang of Fishmen.

"Hamo hamo, well done." the apparent leader of the group, a yellow pike fishman stood at the top of the nearby hill. He tilted his fedora with a sinister smirk."It looks like we have a lucky catch today."

Quickly scanning the beach, Nami spotted her Climactact buried several feet away. There was no time to hesitate. Her hand outstretched, she ran.

"Woah there!" shouted the lead fishman. Hoisting his rifle in his arms, he pointed it at the navigator's back. "You're not getting away!"

Just as the woman reached her weapon, he fired. From his gun launched a trawl net, and unfurling it quickly wrapped around its target, pulling her away.

"No!" Nami screamed, watching as her baton grew further away as she was dragged mercilessly through the sand. Like a fish she was ironically reeled in up the hill, until finally she lay at the the fishmen's feet.

As they undid the net, several men picked up their catch by the arms. She tried too struggle, but in the face of the strength of the human hybrids she stood no chance.

SNAP.

The pirate's eyes widened in horror as she felt the cold steel of a collar wrap around her neck.

"Hamo hamo hamo," the pike fishman laughed. "Welcome to Fishman Island, girl. You're now the newest **** to the New Fishman Pirates!"