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Anton sighed as he sat back on the deck of the Noble Justice, a small table and chair set up as he enjoyed the nice, calm breeze, sitting a cup of tea. The water had been calm, and since nothing had been happening as of late, Anton was taking the time to relax and simply enjoy himself. After all, after all that has happened, one certainly does deserve a break.

Looking over the recently rebuilt Noble Justice, now much larger in size, his mind went back over the recent events. He had started his own crew, the Knight Guard, and so far was pretty happy with it. He was somewhat disheartened when Gaige had been reassigned to another crew, but that hole was soon replaced by another. A young man by the name of Pritchard Light. Anton hadn't known him long enough to get a good read on him, but he certainly seemed polite enough. Not to mention he was a music lover as well. Anton had the feeling the two of them were going to get along famously.

So far, things had been going pretty well for them. Earlier on, he could hear the telltale gunfire of Celia's pistols, no doubt trying to put holes in James in the training room downstairs. Everything had been quiet for a while now, and since nobody was panicking about anyone dying, it was safe to assume that James was still alive. Anton sighed and leaned back, looking up at the clear blue sky. Today was certainly one of those days in a million in the life of a marine.

Even though it wasn't that long ago, James has found himself well adjusted into this new crew, bonding with most of the marines on deck, mainly with him sharing his "wisdom" of women which most of them actually fall for as well as flirting, and failing with the female members, including Celia which has backfired on him so many times. He never really figured out what happened to Gaige, but he wasn't really worried about that. Though this new recruit seems to be interesting.

The sound of gunshots followed by laughter can be heard coming from the downstairs of the ship. A group of marines can be seen huddled around the entrance of the training room, snickering amongst themselves. Inside the room was a shirtless, James, don't ask why, and a gun wielding Celia who appeared to have a satisfied smile on her face. "Oi, oi, Celia! I don't think-" before he could finish, Celia fired a shot towards the Marine's foot, causing him to jump back in retaliation with a worried grin on his face.

"You seem to be having a bit too much fun." he replied before attempting to walk up to her with his arms open wide. "How about we go to your room, and I show you REAL fun?" the dim witted marine requested with a confident grin, only to find himself dodging another bullet, but just barely, causing the green haired boy to run out of the room, grabbing his shirt and jacket that was close by before pushing some of the other marines out of the way. "I'll see you tonight then!!!" was what he yelled as he ran into the library.

As soon as he entered, James took a quick look back to make sure he wasn't followed by that violent beauty. Sighing in relief, James sat down, with his eyes suspiciously darting to the left, then right. He would then smirk and take out a rolled up magazine from his coat pocket. He unrolled it to reveal it to be a playboy magazine, with the picture of a woman in a rather seductive attire, and position. "Heh, who needs Gaige when people make these?" he would say to himself before clasping his hands together, and looking up to the ceiling, saying "Thank you oh great Gods above!"

Soon, the library would draw a crowd of Marines all in the same area huddles around James. Of course they were all looking down as the green haired marine flipped the pages, admiring all the curves, all the edges, and all the features of each page with most of them drooling by the side of their mouths.

It wasn't long before Celia came up on deck, a satisfied look on her face as she strolled over towards the commodore. Anton couldn't help but give his petite second in command a smile. "Finished trying to put the fear of god in James?" he asked as the commander pulled up a seat opposite him. The woman let out a small sigh as she leaned on the table. "Sometimes I think I should simply put a bullet through his head and be done with it. That guy simply does not give up. You keep shooting at him, and he keeps on flirting." Anton let out a laugh. "Well, persistence can be a good thing, I guess." he said, before looking past the commander and seeing Pritchard, looking out to sea.

The commodore was about to call the new recruit over when suddenly the ship began to heave. Anton let out a yelp as he grabbed onto the table to stablize himself, the ship rocking back and forth in the waves. "What the heck's going on?" Anton called out, looking around. There were no explosions, so nobody was firing on them, and the sky was completely clear, so the weather hadn't turned back. Why was the water getting so rough for some reason. He looked over and saw a look of complete horror on Celia's face. She seemed to be looking at something behind him. What was it? And why had the sky suddenly gone dark?

Anton slowly looked up and saw something blotting out the sun. Something large, solid, and with plenty of teeth.

Teeth...a giant mouth!

A look of pure fright appeared on Anton's face as other members of the crew ran out on deck, looking up to see just what the hell was happening. "Sainte putain de merde! the commodore screamed out. "What!?" one of the nearby men asked. "Holy fucking shit!" Celia cried out. "What she said!"

The sound of wooing, and whistling can be heard coming from within the library. "Wooo! Now that's what I call, "Art!" one of the grunts yelled followed by another saying, "I'd certainly sink my teeth into that beauty." among other things. It was a very curvy statue of one of the women in the magazine made of wax, or at least just the bottom half.

Of course this was the work of none other than the perverted wax wielding marine himself who was obviously admiring what he had so far. He placed a hand under his chin, and inspected the statue some more, making "Hmm" noises with some brief nods. The others began to grow restless, and attempted to rush the green haired boy into finishing the work. Junior waved one of his hands towards the grunts around him before saying, "Settle down, gentlemen." The Ensign then turned around, and continued while gesturing at this fine work of "art." "A beauty like this shouldn't be rushed. You must have patience, take your time, inspect every single detail closely, and most importantly...." he would pause with one of his index fingers pointing up, and his eyes closed as the foolish grunts that followed him waited in anticipation.

"Ah screw this art mumbo jumbo. We need more tits!" the marine yelled with a fist pump, and eyes shining bright like a star while the grunts followed is actions. Before he could finish, the ship began to rock back, and fourth, causing James' beautiful artwork to come crashing down into multiple pieces. All of the grunts, including James paused in mid fist pump with expressions of joy slowly turning into expressions of defeat, and sadness. Before they could even process what had just happened, and eventually sulk over it, a menacing growl could be heard. Almost instinctively, the grunts who were with James, and the green haired male himself darted out of the room, making their way up to the deck where James slipped on the newly cleaned floor, falling face first.

"Urgh, why does the floor smell like soap?" he mumbled before getting up, rubbing his forehead before noticing that everyone around him was looking towards the back of the ship in horror. With an eyebrow raised, James turned his head around in the same direction only for his eyes to widen followed by his whole body turning to the direction. "I-is that a...." there it was, what can only be described as a big....menacing....ship destroying..."SEAKING!!" he yelled, but not in horror. Rather it sounded much more enthusiastic.

So many things were rushing through Junior's head at once right now. What would it be like to ride such a fearsome beast, how many razor sharp teeth it has, what it's been through, it's history, but most importantly, "I wonder what Seaking meat tastes like...." with a hand once again caressing his chin, and a bit of drool coming from the left side of his mouth. Clearly, he was missing the entire point of this situation.

Anton could only watch in horror as the ship, pulled by the rushing water, drifted inside the massive creature's mouth. The ship could easily fit inside the thing. Hell, SEVERAL ships like the Noble Justice could fit. Why was something so big in the blues!? As Pritchard spoke, Anton yelled out the only thing that came to mind. "Hold onto something!"

As the beast's jaws slammed shut, all of a suddenly, it seemed like a hand had grabbed the ship and was pulling it along at high speeds. Anton gripped onto the side of the ship for dear life as the waters they had been floating on turned into a rapids, threatening to slam the ship into the fleshy walls as it rocketed down into the darkness. Celia scrambled for the ship's helm, holding onto the wheel with all her might, trying to keep the ship from being smashed to bits. Some of the crewmen even ran to her aid as the ship went screaming into the darkness.

Anton didn't know just how long they had been thrown around, whether it was for a few brief moments, or what. But with a loud splash, the ships slowly came to a stop, once again floating gently on calm water instead of on the rushing rapids of doom. "Everyone alright?" Anton called out, looking around. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be accounted for. Nobody had fallen off during their insane ride. But now there was one question on everyone's minds. Just where were they?

Anton slowly stood up, looking around. Wherever they were, it was dark and massive. He couldn't see a sky, because their wasn't any. The water, while now much calmer, was still a little on the choppy side. Through the darkness, Anton was sure he could see something in the distance. A sort of fleshy wall.

Anton's stomach sank when it became clear just where they were. They were inside it. They were inside the Sea King!

A wide grin grew on Junior's face as he continued to stare at the beast, ignorant to the gravity of this situation. Some of the grunts were talking amongst themselves while others stood there in fear of this green colored beast. As the False Okama asked for our superior's order in a hesitant tone, almost instinctively, James turned around with one of his thumbs up towards Pritchard saying, "We eat it of course!" with an excited tone followed by a confident grin as he then turned his direction to Anton. "Right, Anton sir?" he looked to him in hopes of confirmation.

All of a sudden, the ship would find itself getting pulled into the beast's mouth followed by Anton telling the others to hold on. James staggered back, and fourth, but quickly solved the problem by coating his feet all the way up to his knees with wax, turning it hard shortly after. His upper body was still moving a little, but, he'll survive. As the others panicked, and held onto whatever they were close to, James couldn't help, but chuckle at all that was going on with his hands balled up, and resting on his hips, treating this as if this was some kind of roller-coaster ride.

The wild ride would soon die down as everyone got themselves together. Junior sighed in sadness as the wax around him disappeared. As Anton called out to see if everyone was alright, James took a good look around at his surroundings. "That....was so exciting!!" James bounced around a little before pausing.

"Kinda sucks that our dinner ate us though." he added, nonchalantly as he looked over the edge of the ship to see the water.