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"Is everyone ready?"
"Ready!"
"Ready!"
"Ready!"
"R-R-R-Ready."
"Tiny?"
"Bertha is ready to go cap'n!"
"Alright! Set sails!"
The mechanisms holding up the Dauntless release all at once and the ship drops down to the waves. As it rides out the black ship appears to leave a hellish black fog behind it, terrifying all those who witness it. Some say it is the souls of the damned who met an unfortunate end when engaging the Silvers. The truth is significantly more... interesting. A series of tubes constantly pumps the fumes to the surface. The tubes are connected to Grekis forge which rests on the back of a gigantic cannonbug named Bertha which is attached to the Dauntless via an iron leash. The bug does not mind having to carry both a giant and a waterproof house on top of her. She's pretty big. And she appreciates the warmth of the forge. In a pinch the large crab can even tow the Dauntless over short distances, making crossing the Calm Belt somewhat easier. But sadly she's quite a cowardly creature and not much use in a fight.
"How is it down there Tiny?"
You speak through the mini transponder snail.
"Quite cozy cap'n. No leaks, warm, quiet and the air pumps are working. Can't complain."
"Cool! If you want some fresh air just come up and we can hang."
"Aye aye. And if ye'r in trouble just call me. I'll bring some new cannonballs fresh from the oven."
You start sailing in the direction the log pose is pointing but the ride is not as smooth as you'd like. Due to the many, many clumped up islands the weather is quite treacherous. Mother Sea is angry and she's tossing around the Dauntless as much as she can. Everyone except two people are working themselves to the bone managing the sails, tying down everything and making sure that you don't sink beneath the waves. The only people not working hard right now are Shelley, who decided to come with you without any questions and is making tea right now for everyone and Pepe who's not comfortable on the ship yet. As you're pulling the sails up with Nutmeg you start shouting down at the deck and through the storm.
"HEY CLOWN! Have you learned Bink's Sake yet?"
"NO! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find records of that song?"
"I told you how it goes!"
"That's not how that works! Reconstructing a song from just the lyrics is impossible! It'd be easier to make a new song on the spot!"
"Then make one!"
"What?!"
Will looks down from the crows nest.
"YEAH! Make a song! About pirates! Or space... GASP! SPACE PIRATES! Silver can sing and you can make the music around it!"
"I... Ugh. Fine! Let me hear it and I'll see what I can do."
You clear your throat.
