Random randomity! I look at her, she looks at me, she's got me thinkin' about 'er constantly, and she dun know how I feel...(ignorance is so bliss right now .) Oh, ho, ho hooo~ We invite yew to watch the droodles, they's are jes a bunch o' animated doodles, they make absolutlybally no senceeeee~ But they're humor sure is intense! God Save the Queen, 'cuz God knows she can't help 'erself.

I dun own naught. I own less than naught. I am in dept. H'zzah. =/

"Oh, what's this?" asked a Summoner, shoving the Fighter roughly. "Talking to yourself?"

Wilder sneered, kicking her. "Aye, so mebbe I am. Yew cin shut up, hare." he shuffled into his bunk, mumbling. "What a way to talk to ''im', a mirr'r. Naw ev'yone thinks I'm sckitzofranic or whatever the werd is called." he thought.

"Give him time, that's all he needs," a white mage wheezed. "Took me a while to get over the shock of being imprisoned. That warping thing those judges use-brrrr! Not fun." those in the cell knew what he was talking about. The magic that allowed the judges to whisk felons to the slammer wasn't exactly pleasant.

"Fun, hurr hurr. Yew dunno what fun is iffen yew think that's unpleasant," said a mad moogle, bound by a straightjacket to the door. "First, yer all cold, hurr! Then, it feels like yer spinning, round and round and round and round and-"

The Summoner shot him an icy glare. "Your head will be spinning round and round if you don't shut up," said she coolly.

The moogle smiled sweetly. "Hurr, try and do so. Knock me block off, that's the ticket. Hurr!" cackled he. "Make me shut up, make me bottle up, and make me head spin. They dun have no spinnie winnies, hurr, no spinnies." he added sadly.

Wilder stared at the mirror, hissing, "Yew better get me outta this madhouse, quicklike!"

The face within winked. "You will, eventually." it portly vanished.

* * *

Bensom knocked on the door. "Come in," croaked Liam from inside. Bensom entered.

The room was in disarray. Bensom slipped on a plate, paws askimbo. "You need to clean up," she said, trying to get back on two feet.

"I wanta die," Liam sobbed, hugging a giant Mog plush. "if I'm guessing righ', there's no one in my tribe 'cept me. I lost my daughter, my husband, and my clan."

"That give no reason for you to die," Bensom stated, catching a mouse by the tail as it scurried past. "Mmm, mouse. I like mouse." she opened her mouth and the mouse loomed closer. It squeaked. Liam watched in horror. The mouse disappeared in Bensom's gullet.

"EEEEW!" she screamed, throwing a pillow at the nu mou. "Tha's jes gross!"

Bensom dodged swiftly, chuckling. "You should try it, Liam. They taste mice-er, nice."

Kelly stepped into the room, and the pillow shpoofed into her face. "Whaaaaat? What's with throwing pillows at innocent vieras all of a sudden?" she gasped, chucking it at Bensom. Bensom seethed, tossing it at Kelly, who caught it neatly. She threw it at Bensom again, who dodged. Liam took the pillow in the face.

"Pillow figh'!" Liam yelled, reaching for a cushion and throwing it at Bensom, missing in a miserable manner.

"Zounds like they're having fun in there," Graham mused, dusting his apron lightly. "I wonder where Kelly went. Need 'er to 'elp me with zome new rezzepiez."

A viera looked around for something and held small piece of paper. Lester walked up to her. She seemed a bit troubled. She was looking at the message, meant for someone else. She looked as if it contained some priceless treasure and it would be all hers if she...just...opened...it. But she had duty, and did not. However, once in a while she'd poke at the string, wondering. "Aye, yer that Lester kid," she said, looking at him. "Here, take it. Fer yew." she pressed the message into his hand. She brushed some dust off her Assassin uniform.

Lester blinked. "How...do you know my name? And since when do Assassins deliver messages? And who are you?"

She beamed, and poked his nose, making a little 'moh' sound. "I'm jes forfilling a mission, I'm done nows, I git paid. Anyone coulda delivered that message. Aye, I know yer name...cuz I do. And me? I'm jes someone you shouldn't remember. Banish me from yer memory." she waved a hand for emphasis. "Ta."

Lester stared off at the veira, but she got lost in a crowd at the pub. When it cleared, she had vanished. He opened the message. He gasped and ran to the others.

"Where's Kelly? And Bensom? And Liam?" he yelled into the room.

"I've been looking for them myself," Conner yawned. "and not so loud," he whispered. "Kilov's taking a nap."

Lester and Conner tiptoed out of the room. After gently closing the door, they looked for the girls.

"Hmm, this is Liam's room," Conner mused. "I'll ask her if she's seen them." He entered the room. Lester gasped at the mess. Cushions were every which way. Kelly was buried in a small pile of them, Bensom ran around, dodging Liam who was chasing her yelling bloody murder with a pillow in her hand. When Conner and Lester entered there was silence.

"Errr, ummm, hi," Kelly offered from her pillow-hideout.

"We got a message, and it's bad news," Lester waved everyone closer.



'Wi will find you. You will not escape. You were lucky the first time, but wi am back. It will be a time of slaying. Your blood will run like the river, your bones will decorate mour home.

-Morry and Wilder.'



Liam gasped and fainted.

Urby:Yahayarr! Don't you just hate me now?

POTC Crazy Sister:Everyone hated you before. Why should they start now?

Urby:This chapter was short to make up for the incredibly long chapter seven. See you next time, in chapter nine. Expect an Omake in chapter ten.