Daryl woke still damp, his scales sparkling in the sunlight. He wriggled in the nets. He was still trapped, he wanted to go home. Needed to get back to Negan. He tried to move but the ropes were tightly wrapped around both his tail and his arms. One was tightly wrapped around his neck. He gasped for breath as it dug itself deeper into his throat when he tried to escape in any way.

A few of the pirates were awake now, roaming the ship. Daryl saw them and continued to fight with the rope but he also was trying to breathe. There was a tightly bound gag in his mouth, he whimpered softly as he tried to move.

The captain soon was up and walking about the deck looking up at Daryl who wriggled in the net. "Well, it seems your little escape attempt failed.. Glad we've kept you wet enough to stay in this form. Now, I'm wondering if I start cutting, will you be able to swim?"

Daryl cried out at the comment and fought with the ropes harder. "Cut him loose."

The men nodded and cut the rope, he hit the deck with a loud thud. He tried to move on the deck but it was clear to him he wasn't going anywhere with his tail. He needed his legs back, he wished he could will the change but if he was able to he didn't know how to yet.

Shane loomed over Daryl as he held down his right wrist while Merle held down his left one. His father stood over him and kept his foot anchored on the rope that was wrapped around his neck. Joe smiled as he took Shane's knife and began to slice along the fins. Daryl screamed into the gag as they were cut through. "Good luck swimming now slut, the waters just gonna go straight through it." Daryl fought with the hands that held him down, he continued to choke on the rope that his father kept tight. Joe smirked as he took the tooth serrated knife and cut random places along his fins tail and through the scales. "Now I wonder, do these wounds travel to your human legs?"

Daryl continued to fight with him as he cut along his fins, blood pooled around the deck and dribbled over his scales. "Leave him now." Merle suggested. "Let him dry up and we can come back to see what the damage is. We can always dip him back in the waves if you want to keep going."

Joe smirked and nodded. He stabbed the knife into Daryl's tail and left it there as he stood and walked away. Shane and Merle dragged Daryl back, a trail of blood leading to where he was bound to the mast. A rope was tied around his throat and another was wrapped around his head making sure to force the gag down. Daryl sobbed as his own blood dirtied the deck.

It was a few hours of agony and pain before his legs reappeared. He kicked and cried, but the scene before him was horrendous. The knife was still dug in deep to his left leg, cuts littered his bloodied limbs. He was thankful his fins were longer than his feet. A few deep cuts messied the skin but hardly anything like his fins had been.

He continued to kick and scream into his gag, the men of the crew walked around watching him. His blood was dried to the deck and it seemed they purposely left it there to scare him. His legs were sure to be scared after all of this

His naked frame shivered under their gaze, they would randomly kick one of his injured legs or slap him. Others would pull his collared rope back, choking him.

He prayed he would be found by someone, anyone. Even if it wasn't Negan he just needed someone to save him from this torture. He was hungry, and tired, and he was scared to fall asleep. He knew they planned to do anything to him they could regardless if he was awake or not but he was terrified of what they would do if he was asleep. They'd already raped him. Beat him, and injured him to a point he didn't know if he would swim again. Daryl felt a stab of sadness staring down at his bloodied legs on the deck of that ship waiting to either be hurt again or give in to the blood loss.

Negan had been so careful to teach him, so kind, and now he couldn't even swim if he wanted to.

He pulled his knees up into himself trying to hide his cock from the leering crew, as he felt his head begin to dip and bob as he felt himself fall asleep the sound of screaming was heard from the crew. He narrowed his eyes and strained his neck to try and hear them over his ragged breathing.

"A ship ahead in the distance, captain!"

"Flags?" Joe questioned, narrowing his eyes in concern.

The crewman shook his head peering out at the tiny dot in the distance."Can't tell from here sir."Shane rolled his eyes as he pulled his own spy-glass out and looked through it. "Get ready, Negan's come for the whore."Daryl looked up in excitement, Negan was coming back for him but at Joe's next statement his world flipped. "He just may be dead by the time he gets on board."