The waves crashed against the hull of their newly acquired ship sending sea spray airborne.  The mist stung in their eyes and left a salty taste in their mouths.  It was the taste of freedom.  The three young pirates had commandeered the ship a few days ago.  The previous owners had docked in their seaside village in South Blue and ransacked the town for supplies.  While the pirates who called themselves the Mohawk pirates were busy looting, the three friends jumped on board and raised the anchor.  The stranded Mohawks stood on shore and shouted their vows to catch them and make them sorry they were ever born.  Sailing into the horizon and to new adventures waiting to unfold before them, the three crewmates were faced with their first serious decisions.  They needed a name for themselves and a name for their ship.<br/><br/>Kaizokusame was a fishman, a tigershark fishman to be precise.  His body was tan with darker brown tiger stripes across his back, arms, and legs.  He had a dorsal fin in the center of his back and fins on each of his arms and legs.  His oversized mouth had rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth and his eyes were that of a shark with a cat-like pupil.  His hands and feet were webbed for fast swimming.  He wore a purple headband, indicating his level of fishman karate.  He also wore black karate pants and no shirt preferring to show off his stripes.<br/><br/>“Whoa! Lookee at what I found hidden in the Captain’s room!” He excitedly waved a treasure map in the air showing his two friends the prize he just discovered.  When he unrolled it, it plotted a course to Cherry Blossom Island and had a picture of a fruit drawn on it.  He scratched his head, “But what is it?” he asked his crewmates.<br/>