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"You think this is it?" Anton spoke in a hushed voice as the small lifeboat floated along the 'water'. It had taken numerous interrogations before they finally got something out of the pirates they had captured. They were apparently part of a crew called the Bloody Razor pirates, who had been swallowed up by the same sea king they were trapped in. They couldn't get much more out of them, but something told them the pirates were up to something. So now he, Celia, James and Pritchard had decided to do a little scouting mission, taking one of the life boats while keeping the rest of the men back at the Noble Justice.

"Well, it's the only ship intact here in this place," Celia replied. The ship was fairly large, roughly a similar size to the Noble Justice, and it looked like it had seen better days. Just how long had it been inside this beast for? Thankfully, it looked like they hadn't been spotted yet, but they really couldn't get anything just by being out here.

Anton turned to his little group. "Alright guys, here's the plan. We sneak in, and try to get any information on what these guys are capable of, and what they're planning. We don't know how many people are on there, so please try to avoid any confrontations. This is a purely a stealth mission. So I ask everyone to please keep it in their pants." He said this to all of them, but one could not help but feel like this was directed at one crew member in particular. Slowly, the boat came up alongside the pirate ship, Anton taking care not to make any noise. Thankfully there was an opening for a cannon not far from where they were. They could easily climb in.

James sat at the other end of the life boat with his arms crossed, and a very annoyed look on his face directed towards Pritchard. What could he be so angry about? Perhaps it has something to do with the foot print imprinted on the ensign's freaking face! He couldn't really stay mad forever though. That kick was really impressive. He then heard Anton speak in a hush tone, believing to have found the ship they were looking for.

The young ensign looked over in the direction of the pirate ship with eyes widened. It certainly does look beaten up, almost as if it were a ghost ship. James moved closer to the edge of the lifeboat facing the pirate ship. Anton then began to explain the plan about sneaking in, and to avoid confrontation which completely went over the green head's head. "I bet ya this is a ghost ship." James said as he turned around to face the others.

"Just think about it! Beat up looking pirate ship...Bloody Razor certainly sounds like it's a century old, and I highly doubt someone would be able to survive in this big guy." he pointed up, gesturing at the seaking. "What if those pirates we fought before were actually ghosts!?" James bounced up, and down in excitement, rocking the boat a bit. "Wait....then this would mean I would have bedded a ghost..." James' mind began to wander for a bit before coming back to reality, looking towards Pritchard. "Until you ruined it!!" he pointed at him before quickly going back to look over at the ship.

"But no matter! I bet ya there are more lovely lady phantoms up there, just begging for me to..."exorcise" them." James snickered.

Anton couldn't help but let out a groan at James' words. The green haired fanboy was going to get them killed. He turned and followed Pritchard up into the ship, glad to see that nobody was there, just as Celia climbed in after him. The two moved out of the way, keeping in the shadows and waiting for James to climb in before Anton moved in closer. "Ok, here's the plan. We'll split up and search the ship for anything that might tell us what they're planning. Overhear any conversations, find any papers, ANYTHING. Just, for the love of god, keep quiet. Unless you get spotted. Then scream. Then we'll come to your aid and abort, got it?" He waited for the others to acknowledge it before they split apart.

Anton crept through one of the door into a hallway. The place was dimly lit, most likely they were rationing candles or whatever they used for lighting the ship. Not wanting to be caught out in the open, he quickly crept to the closest door, listening in to make sure there were no sounds behind it before slipping inside.

Celia meanwhile, went through another door, only to find herself in a storeroom, filled with cannon balls and gun powder. A dead end it seemed. Though glancing upward, she saw a small hole in the ceiling, leading up to the upper level. A stack of barrels would allow her to climb up and cautiously squeeze her way through, finding herself in the crew quarters. She tried not to squeak when she saw a figure sleeping in one of the hammocks, asleep. She would have to be careful.

"Ask for permission? Did you not see the look on her face? She was practically begging me." James responded. He really should get his head out of the clouds. Didn't matter. He knew that there will be more beautiful ghostly women upon that ship, waiting for him! The ensign sat there, fantasizing more about it as the others began to climb up. "Hm?" he just now turned his head to see that the others were gone. "They are trying to start the party without me..." James crawled over, and began to climb up, his eyes widening as a devilish grin grew on his face, realizing that he was climbing right under Celia.

As soon as everybody was up, James peeked his head up, and looked over to Celia. "Your tooshie is looking great as always." he whispered before Anton spoke. The green marine turned around, and gave his captain his undivided attention this time. He was a bit bummed that they weren't here to make some noise, but now that he thought about it, it could possibly scare off all of those gorgeous ghosty women that may, or MAY NOT exist. James nodded, and wait as the others got up, and began their snooping. What did James do? He simply got up, and began to walk around, casually, flipping stuff over in search for information. Surprisingly, no pirates have came out to investigate, but it was still pretty idiotic of him.

He folded his arms behind his head as he found himself walking down a hall with doors left, and right. There was then one door bigger than the rest in this hall that took his interest. James opened the door to find out it was the ship's kitchen, probably the only good smelling place in here. He walked around the antique looking kitchen, admiring the old looking things within until he found himself in front of the fridge. Hi stomach growled, prompting him to rub his stomach before opening it. The food within still looked fresh much to the male's pleasure. He pulled out an apple, and rubbed it on his shirt before biting into it. He then inspected the fridge more. Come to think of it, does the crew have any food left at the ship? Probably, but just to make sure, James grabbed a nearby empty potato sack, or so he thought. Potatoes rained down from the bag, hitting the floor, causing a nervous grin to appear on his face at the noise.

After that, some voices could be heard coming from the hallway, approaching the kitchen. "Ehhh..."

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Celia kept herself down low, trying to creep her way out of the sleeping quarters without waking the lone sleeping occupant. There was nothing to gather here, and if the guy woke up, well, it could be problematic. She kept low to the ground, crawling on all fours towards the door. Almost there. Reaching the door, she pressed her ear against it, listening for any sounds on the other side. Nothing. Good. She reached for the handle, when...

"Who's there?"

Celia froze at the voice coming from behind her. She slowly turned, seeing that the pirate had awoken and was sitting in his hammock, looking right at her. His eyes immediately fell to the petite girl's rear as he gave a smirk. "Why don't you crawl on over here?"

There were many things one could say to Celia in this situation, and something akin to sexual harrassment was NOT one of them. Especially after all the crap James had put her through. For a brief second, the small marine saw red.

And then gave the normal response.

Meanwhile, Anton seemed to have found himself in another storage room. Somewhere to store food and such, though by the looks of it, they were starting to run low. Just how long had these guys been stuck in this thing? No wonder they attacked them. But what could these guys be planning?

He was about to slip outside when he heard a gunshot somewhere in the ship. Someone was opening fire! Somebody was under attack! Without thinking, Anton grabbed his sword and burst out into the hallway. Well, their little stealth mission didn't really last long now did it?

The door to the kitchen crept open as two male pirates twice the size of the green dodo came through. "Oi, who dropped the fucking potatoes!?" one of the pirates groaned as he crouched over to pick it up. "They probably just fell over, mate." the other pirate said as he looked around, no sign of anybody else within the room. "Then I will find the bastard who didn't place em properly, and rip their throat out!" the crouched down pirate declared with a menacing look. "I will honestly never understand you, or your weird obsession with potatoes..." the other pirate sighed before leaning his back against a gray wall.

"Me father was a potato farmer, and his father before him! I must keep the cycle going! Potatoes are our future!!" the man rambled on until he looked up to his partner, tilting his head a bit at the wall behind him. "By the way, when did we get a new wall?" the leaning pirate then turned around, just now observing it. "Hmmm?""The man's right! Potatoes are actually hella delicious!" yelled a voice from behind said wall. The wall would then melt, and disappear revealing the green haired marine with a sack over his back. "See! This kid gets it." the potato obsessed pirate nodded as his partner gave him the most dumbfounded look ever.

"Do you seriously not see that there is an intruder on the ship?" the man asked. "Woah, woah now hold on there." James raised his hands in the air before walking towards the middle of the two. "Before we start "accusing" people of things, we should address this potato situation." the marine said before pulling up a chair, and sitting down. "Yes, yes this has been a long time coming!" the potato lover exclaimed, causing the other pirate to face palm.

A few minutes later

"....and then after me great grandfather passed, me grandfather took on the hardships that were potato farming, then so on, and so fourth, which leads us here today." the man rambled on about the history of potatoes within his family as the kitchen seemed packed with eight more pirates who seemed to be engaged in the conversation along with James. All eyes then turned to the potato lover's partner who had tears in his eyes from the story. "That was....I...I never known....I will never ever judge potatoes EVER again." the main cried as the two embraced each other, causing the rest of the pirates there to clap as James got up from his chair. "So, beautiful..." James wiped a tear from his eye. "Welp, if you guys need me, I'll be continuing my snooping around this ship!" James grinned before walking out of the door, the pirates too busy cheering to notice until it was too late. "...wait, what did he...."

The pirates then all tried to bum rush the entrance, but would fail due to it now being sealed by some wax. "Well, with that out of the way, where t-" the sound of gunshots stopped the boy in his tracks causing him to turn around in the direction of the sound, before dashing off to see what was up.