Vinnie the Eel's blush tinted his cheeks within the darkness of the fish's belly. He pulled out a piece of parchment, held a hand to his chest, and began to proclaim the most garrish poetry that Monica had ever heard:

"Oh, sweet brown eyes that gaze upon me," he said lovelorn in his deep, gangster voice.

Monica froze for a split second before the next line provoked a heavy eye-roll.

"Like a chocolate lava cake, you set my heart free! Your rich hue and warmth are just like da dessert's!"

Vinnie let out a sigh. "And, just like dat cake, my love for yous never diverts."

"Ughhhh..." Monica groaned. "Can we please focus on the mission? I don't exactly go for weird odes to food. Especially when they're delivered by a strange man with eels for hands."

Vinnie flinched in pain. "But dis is my passion play before we get digested by dis big fish! No time to stop and smell the roses, when you're standing in stomach juice!"

"Oh my goodness!" Monica screamed brushing the stomach liquid from her face.

"So my love!" Vinnie the Eel said with his eyes sparkling. "Before we melt like my favorite dessert, I want you to hear the rest of my chocolate lava cake ode!"

There was a loud swishing noise behind them causing Monica and Vinnie to scream, (his scream was strangely higher) followed by a belch.

Vinnie hopped into Monica's arms. "Oh heck no, da fish is digesting us!"

"Nar," Abacab said from behind them. "That's me. Yer food poems are making me hungry!"

"Ugh…can't believe that old geezer is hero too!" Vinnie the Eel said, his hands dropping.

Monica on the other hand, clasped her hands together. "My hero! Good job saving me from this cerdo, abuelo!"

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Abacab waddled over to Vinnie the Eel and narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't try too hard with her matey. Even a worm is better at attracting fish than you are with the ladies!"

Vinnie raised an eyebrow. "Are you calling me a worm, ya old geezer?"

"I ain't calling ya for dinner unless you're bringing some of those chocolate lava cakes!"

"Please," Monica said, cautiously lifting her shoes out of the digestive juices. "Can we get out of this digusting place before we all get digested?!"

"Of course, m'lady!" Vinnie said and he brandished his shocking eel hands. "Dis fish is gonna experience some serious shock therapy!"

With a blast of electricity, he blasted the intestinal wall. There was an booming roar, and the stomach's floor began to tilt sideways causing them to slip further down.

"Ay dio mios!" Monica screamed as she and her cohorts found themselves tumbling down the fish's gullet.

But before they could fall deeper in the intestines, the fish settled down. Dazed from the vertigo, Monica moaned softly. "Aye papi. My head."

"Arrr," Captain Abacab growled. "Good going there! You nearly killed us!"

"Ey," Vinnie said with a grin. "At least I finally succeeded in knocking her off her feet!"

Monica shook the dizziness away. "Only way you could, rapscallion!"

Their banter was suddenly interupted by a sickening, gutteral groan. There was the uncanny sound of something slithering within the depths of the stomach that caused even the toughest of them to tremble.

"Uh guys!" Vinnie muttered. "I don't think we are alone here!"

There was a splash in the stomach fluids and suddenly, a weird green tentacle wrapped around Vinnie's leg. "Eek!" he cried. "Geddit off me! Geddit it off me! I'm too young and beautiful to go dis way!"

Monica's eyes darted quickly to the her sword. Vinnie was getting dragged away, but if she was quick enough, she could...Monica brandished her blade and sliced at the tentacle. Immediately severing it. The appendage began to flip around in a spastic manner before losing all nerve connection and dying.

"Ey, beautiful!" Vinnie gasped. "You saved me! I guess I is your damsel in distress!"

Monica shook her head in disbelief. She was winced from what she had just cut in half. "Ewww eet is so gross!" she cried. ""What even is that digusting thing?"

Captain Abacab grabbed it causing Monica and Vinnie to both shield their eyes. "Relax mateys!" the odd captain said. It just be some kind of sea weed! Though to be fair, I never be seeing sea weed move on its own!"

There was another gutteral moan from the depths of the stomach and with a loud splash, a massive monster shot out of the digestive fluids. At least half the size of Jawesome itself was an octopus made entirely out of deep green sea weed and algae. It roared so loudly that it shook the caverous walls of Jawesome's stomach. With eight tentacles composed of dripping strands of sea weed, the beast readied itself to make short work of the pirate crew.