Kirk took a turn in the town, heading down to the poorer side of town. Where the houses were older and smaller.
His childhood home was at the end of a cul-de-sac.
While the place had been pillaged many times, there was one area that was left undisturbed.
A little patch of land that was close to the edge of town, secluding a small cliff that looked over the ocean. Placed there was a small, handmade wooden cross shoved deeply into the dirt.
Kirk set the chests down to the side before going over to a tree closer to the cross, an old shovel that had been weathered by the elements leaned up against the thick trunk. It blended in with everything else around, if it one wasn't looking exactly for it. They'd have missed it.
The Fishman took it without hesitation and when to the grave sight, looking down solemnly at the cross.
He only allowed himself a small moment of grief and mourning before digging the blade of the shovel down into the earth.
It was soft and easy to undo, having done this many times before. Soon, a big dirt pile was soon built up beside a six-foot-deep rectangle hole. A crappily handmade casket was inside.
Kirk, struggling a bit, started to lift the casket out of the hole and onto the ground beside the hole, letting out some monstrous grunts of effort from the weight.
He crawled out of the hole quickly, ignoring the dirt coating his clothes now, and stood on his knees to reach over and knock the top of the casket off. Inside held not a corpse, but stacks of cash, jewelry, you name it. He hadn’t been able to find his mothers corpse after what had happened, so he just make a fake gravesite.
It was easy and perfect for hiding his riches. Kirk couldn’t help but smile in pride at his stash. He had done all of this. All by himself. Finally, he would free his sister and town! Just as he started to turn around, going to count up what he had again and add it to what he had in the casket-
Quick footsteps rushed toward him!
Kirk was unable to see his attacker before a sharp, blunt pain hit the back of his head!
..and he was out.
*
Off the Coast of Cocoyashi.
In the Compound Known as Anthozoa, a large grey and blue building, squarely shaped like a compound with no aesthetics in mind as it was surrounded by large thick and tall stone walls
"Quickly. Strip him. And get him in the giller..." Kirk only stirred slightly at the slight voices and murmurs he heard as he faded in and out of consciousness. Everything felt almost warbled and nonexistent in this new world of utter dizziness. Kirk could only mumble incoherent words and small groans as he slowly started to wake up again.
Kirk could only hear the vague noise of talking continue to fill the air before fully succumbing to the darkness again.
Over an hour would pass before a noise was heard. The sound of an old rusted door hinge creaking open, followed by the heavy footfalls of someone large approaching.
"Wakey Wakey..." Spoke a low deep voice. Suddenly a Firm strike could be felt across the Jaw of Kirk! Causing him to stir awake in a sudden jolt! immediately he'd felt that something was constricting him around his neck and mouth. The deep panting that came from his throat was harsh and labored.
He was about to lose that bit of light and go straight out again, but another crack of pain that soared across his jaw and head jolted him again! He was wide awake!
He was absolutely bewildered, woken up so suddenly with such a strong hit. Kirk had basically gasped in shock while waking up, but that deep breath was a fatal mistake. Agony blossomed all over, primarily in his neck and lungs. He would've screamed out if he wasn't so drunken with confusion and grogginess, but the voice did get a dragged-out groan in return.
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Kirk had been stripped down to practically nothing. Only a ragged pair of pants being left on his body. The only other thing attactched to him were the cuffs around his hands that were connected to the wall casusing his hands to be lifted into the air. And a metal contraption around his face
The Contraption was known as a 'Giller'.
A device invented decades and decades ago to keep Fishmen Slaves in line. It wraps around the jaw of the Fishmen and covers their mouth and nose in an Air tight seal. Leather straps then wrap around the back of the head and connect together and locked in place. A secondary set of straps extend from the side and are connected to the gills of the fishmen using blunt metal hooks, forcing them open.
Where upon the Main usage of the giller is used.
Depending on the setting set using a key into the side of the device, a certain restriction of air flow is determined.
This makes use of a fishmens natural biology, if they can't breath through their nose and mouth.
They breath through their gills.
But in the absence of water. It feels like an open nerve exposed to salt and air. And currently. The Device for kirk was set at medium. Allowing for him to breath with difficulty through his mouth, and through his gills on occasion. Giving him just enough oxygen to stay conscious and aware.
Another light slap to the side of Kirks face.
His head fell forward lazily after going back from the slap. Kirk was trying to control his breathing. He was still in such a daze that he could only register that it was dark, and that there was something going on with his mouth.
"Seems like somebodies finally Home~" Cooed the voice as they came into the light of a barely lit lantern that began to be turned on. Despite Kirk not being able to see, the was Revealing a face that Kirk new all to well....
Barnum Yashi.
A hybrid Fishman. Half Human-Half Bull Shark fishmen. He stood at eight feet nine inches. And was built like a brick wall. He wore a Shirt that was non too disimilar to what kirk typically wore. A Floral button up, and in place of Kirks slacks, he wore shorts and left his feet exposed. His skin was a Pale white mixed with brown. Just like that of a bull shark. His hair was a pale pinkish color that was in a mess of strand that reached down to his neck.
Barnum leaned closer to Kirk. And crouched down in front of him. Looking to him before speaking, the darkness of the room, bar the small light next to Barnums face made it hard to see anything at all.
"How you feelin' kirk?"