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"Wait. Germa?! HEY BULLSEYE! IT'S THE GERMA!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Do you think they look like they do in the comic books?!"
"PROBABLY!"
"Will they sign my books if I ask them nicely!"
"IF WE ASK VERY NICELY!"
Unable to contain your excitement you point at the ships in the distance.
"LET'S GOOOOOO! And don't shoot! They are friends!"
"T-They are soldiers of fortune. How could you say that without even meeting them?"
But Nutmegs complaints fell on deaf ears as you are way too hyped about meeting your favorite comic book heroes. You personally steer the ship straight towards the German snail castles and try to look as non threatening as possible, as much as a black ship surrounded by a perpetual black fog can be. Their many, MANY cannons immediately take aim at you but thankfully there is enough tension there for them not to open fire immediately. They seem to be smart enough to know not to agitate you, or just to not start unnecessary conflicts in general. You don't really mind their artillery being pointed at you so you anchor down. What you do mind however is when their soldiers all line up on the battlements and take aim at you with their guns.
You're left glaring up at them in a stupefied state, unable to make sense of what you're witnessing.
"Hey. Hey Silver! You're alright?"
Nutmeg shakes your shoulders, worried about your expression but her words don't reach you.
"W-What is that?"
A loud voice washes over you, drowning out all else and completely overwhelms your mind. It's the same one or two voices but multiplied a thousand times over. Individually they wouldn't be anything worth of note. But together they resonate and amplify each other like the same person speaking at the same time and saying the same thing a thousandfold. It's maddening. Only when their unity is broken can you finally shake off that ominous feeling.
"What are you idiots doing? Why have we stopped?"
"P-Prince Yonji! We got pirates at the starboard bow sir!"
"Pirates?"
A cloaked figure looks down at you as he dismisses the soldiers who all look the same.
"HEY! What are you doing here? Get out of the way or we'll go through you!"
You feel Will tugging at your hand.
"L-Look Silver! LOOK! His cloak! 4!"
Indeed there is a big, green number 4 hewn into his cloak. There's no mistaking it. You collect yourself and grin at your find before jumping onto the massive snail. Landing on a small bastion you get all guns pointed at you for intruding their territory. But you don't mind. Instead you grin and wave one of your comics around.
"Hey! You're Winch Green aren't you? Can you sign this? Big fan!"
