No point wasting time, this'll be a great day for us.

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[X] FILLER EPISODE!

You can already tell what the winner was from the title, but whatever, I have a system that works.

I also do a thing where I swear I own nothing, not the place, time, or setting of this writing. What I DO own are means by which generous people can help and support a young man if they should choose. Available here and here, or my profile for those curious. The first is to my P A treon, and the second is to a fund, for commissions or if you think I could use a little something extra.

Yahar, We Aren't Pirates, But We Still want Rum

Three hours had passed since leaving the mainland. Within minutes of its reveal, Koga had rounded up your hastily packed supplies, enough materials to build several new houses on any uncharted islands you might come across, and a literal truckload of 'Dolphin' flavored candy, which he apparently used to incentivize Cyclops to work harder or learn new things. Which, really, raised both the questions of how he thought to do such a thing, and where such a candy came from, and it was truly so much easier to focus on the determined face of Cyclops than any real alternative, so you just sat on the deck of the ship, mindlessly sipping on a canned drink the Third-Arm Handed to you at some point and feel the wind blow through your hair.

There was also the surprising benefit of almost no waves hitting the boat what with it more so resting on Cyclops' back than the actual water, and he really was a good swimmer, if not a horrifying view from below said boat.

Another thing to note, was Wuya simply 'resting' in her chair beside you, having somehow propped sunglasses over her eye holes and a tanning mirror positioned between folding chair folds as she 'sunbathed'. How long she had been there, you didn't know, but it made for another weird revelation of character.

"Hey, aren't you, like, a disembodied spirit or something? Does that actually do anything for you? Or, at the risk of most tropes, burning you or something?" You asked as you finally set down the empty drink can to the side, now looking for any trailing vapour or signs of pain, and succeeded only in seeing Kogarashi standing at the prow of the ship, arms aloft as a random JackBot struggled to hold up his form.

You felt your eye twitch again. Why did he even have a dress in his size? WHY.

Hoping to regain some sanity, you turned back to the former Witch-Turned-Spirit for some sense, only to see her lowering said sunglasses as if it was obvious why.

"Spirit in form I may be, but I am also a woman still. Fine sun, a stirring sea breeze, muscled abominations pulling massive oversized symbols of wealth for me to flaunt about? It's almost like nothing has changed." Wuya laughed as she let the sunglasses drop back down, sinking so deeply into the chair her body went through it, leaving only her mask resting on the material.

"But...but its MY money and muscled abomination?" You tried to claim.

"And as my Apprentice, do you not belong to me? Now begone, I wish to soak in this atmosphere before I fill with pointless questions and barely contained violence."

"My questions aren't pointless, you're just pedantic as fuck! And I thought you liked violence!"

"I also like seeing the world break and warp with my very presence. We can't always have the things we want. Now go."

Without another word, she flung out an arm-tendril dismissively, absent-mindedly dipping another tendril into a bottle of what looked like pure vodka held conveniently top up between the material rungs of her sun chair.

Well you had Koga to the prow, the Wicked Witch of the Bottle out for the day on the deck, a Cyclops swimming at a pace outstripping most water vehicles not of your own creation, and Jackbots manning the helm.

Guess you'd have to fill the time to.

[] Koga?: Why are you pulling the hinges off that door? And holding that sharp rock?

[] HEY! GET UP WITCH!: Try and pull Wuya off her Day-drinking. How to Harass the Witch?

[] Cyclops?: See if he wants to talk or see how he's doing swimming. Maybe sneak him some candy?

[] The Crew?: It's definitely been a bit since you've had some good ol' fashion time with your Bots. These ones seem interesting too, one found a neat Captain's coat, a cigar in his boiler plate, and a crudely fashioned steel molding of a parrot grafted to its shoulder.

[] Try Fly-Fishing?: Random chance of ANYTHING ranging from BAD to GOOD.

CHOOSE 1 OF THE ABOVE

End of Chapter.

Oh Us, thinking we'll find sanity amongst these madlads.

See you all again soon.