Back on board the Augustus three hours and twenty nine minutes later.
All quotations surrounded by [ and ] are in Finnish
On the top deck of the ship, a loud thump broke the silence. Over the loudspeaker, the captains voice crackled, ordering two pirates to check out what was the cause of the offending noise. Two pirates, the first mate and the boatswain, went to check out the noise.
The mate tapped the boatswain on the shoulder. "[Look! A duffel bag! Get your pike! It might be a bomb.]"
The boatswain smiled, showing all her nineteen teeth. "[Already got it. You just can't see it, because it is too dark. I won't stab it, just in case the captain wants to keep it, but I'll cut it open.]" She poked the corner of the bag with the pike, making a hole that she then drove the upper crossbars into the hole. Swiftly she pulled back, ripping the bag open, exposing it's contents. Inside the bag was a body. The body of Arnold Svenson.
The mate laid down her sword and walked over to the body. She looked at the young man, lying peacefully in the remains of the bag, and knelt next to him and felt his neck for a pulse. She smiled, turning to her comrade, and laughed.
"[Captain! It is a dead body!]" The mate was beside herself with joy. Her greatest enemy was finally dead. Suddenly, her blood tuned to ice in terror. The breathless, pulseless body before her opened it's eyes and stood up.
Arnold grabbed the boatswain's spear, and before she could cry out, had ripped it from her hands and driven it through the mate's heart. He pushed the spear away, grabbed the nearest heavy item he could find - a markingspike - and smashed the boatswain's skull. He then grabbed the two lifeless bodies and threw them in the bag. He stitched up the bag quickly, drew out his staff, casually walked to the side of the ship, and tossed the bag in the water.
Three minutes later
A second thump was heard on the top deck. The Captain called for the first mate and the boatswain to check it out, but they did not appear. Fustrated at the incompetence (a word which here describes someone who does not take care of killing a dangerous person and in doing so endanger's her entire crew and several conspiracy theories) of her crew she sent two other pirates to go examine it.
Klaara and Sigrid came over to the top deck."[What is this?]" Klaara muttered to herself. Sigrid cut open the bag with her knife and screamed at the top of her lungs. The two pirates lost consciousness.
There was a splash as a submarine broke the surface. Nine figures in black-and-gold masks, black combat gear, carrying black spyglasses and riot shields, climbed out of the hatch on top of the sub, and boarded the Augustus.
The leader tossed Arnold's staff back on deck, then raised his mask. "Power on. Taze all pirates. It won't kill, just knock back and knock out. Let's go!" Miles lowered his mask and twisted the dials on his spyglass until it glowed blue at the tip. The rest of the rescue crew joined him, turning on the tazers on their spyglasses. They formed a line on the front of the ship, shields in front of them, masks in place..
The door to the hold burst open, and pirates began pouring out of it like water. Soon, the entire crew was on deck, cutlasses drawn and muskets lowered.
"Fire!" Captain Karjalanen ordered, and eighty-seven pirates discharged their muskets, point blank, into the rescue unit. The VFD members reeled from the shots, but not a single shot penetrated the shields of the rescue squad. Undismayed, the pirates dropped the guns, drew their swords, and charged.
Meanwhile, on the side of the ship...
A figure dressed in black climbed the side of the ship, using a pair of VT-9 multi-surface picks to pull himself up. He reached a porthole in he side of the ship, smashed the glass window with a pick, and pulled himself inside.
Karl Lavier walked along the hallway of the brig, looking into each cell as he passed. After passing six cells, he finaly saw a face: a teenage girl, her hair covering her face, lying faceup, chained to the floor hand and foot. Karl reached into his secret compartments and pulled out a VT-20-2 lockpick. He inserted it into the lock, turned the key, and pushed the door open. The girl, unable to see, in a desperate tone, called for her visitor to spare her life.
"Give me a second," Karl said. "I'll free you." He placed his thumb and forefinger on another secret compartment, withdrew a bolt cutter, and set to work. Thirty seconds later, Violet was free.
Violet was not only free, she was a mess. Her ugly blue jumpsuit was ripped, which (somehow) made it even uglier. She had no shoes, her hair was matted and everywhere, and her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the restraints.
"You look terrible," Karl said cheerfully. "Lets go find your brother." They left the cell and walked quickly down the corridor.
"Who are you?" Violet asked.
"My name is Karl Lavier," Karl replied, turning to face her. "And if you wish to survive, we have to find your brother quickly and get out of here. Every second wasted down here increases the chance that one of your rescue squad will die."
