CHAPTER THREE: The Rival Fleet.
"Arrrrrrgh!" spoke the intrepid seaman. "Finally got ridda the punk who stole my glory!"
"...Glory?" said the witch, "what glory?"
"The glory o'being in my own game, o'course!" said Blackeye. "If it weren't fer that blasted bear, I'd be having a bit of dreamy kid on my boot, I'd be."
Klunty scratched her morgified head. "So why didn't you get him before?" she asked.
"What are ye, daft?" he said. "I had me a terrible seasickness, I did. Nausea, searing gas pain..."
"For five years? A fine captain you are!" said Klunty.
Blackeye paid no mind. "Now that I got me a ship again, it's time to reassemble the Rival Fleet!"
"Oh yes, that. Well good luck finding the crew members..." she said passively.
"I be needin' no luck gettin' my Fleet back together! I've already gotten back the yella bellies!" It was when he said this that several crewmembers climbed up onto the deck.
"This here's Jacob, and here's Flotsam, and lets not ferget the most cowardly crew man... Blubber!"
Klunty peered closer. "Isn't that Captain Blubber?" she said.
"Captain? HAR! HAR! HAR!" said Blackeye. "Blubber was ne'er a captain. Simply snatched the hat from a dead Captain when the Salty Hippo crashed into the cove!"
"From the attack of 1998! I remember now..." said Klunty. "He stole the gold, then skiddadled to buy a Jet Ski..."
"Sorry," said Blubber amidst belches.
"Enough chit chat, lass -- if I kin even call ye that anymore," said the Dark Captain, staring at Klunty's horrible image. "You know what I came over here for, and you know I'll be coming back for ye, when I collect the others..."
It was then that the Rusty Bucket warmed up it's engines and jetted off into the unknown.
Klunty groaned furiously. Shrugging off the appearance of her greatest adversary, she continued her dastardly plan. The witch willed her immense brainwashed army to do her bidding.
"Go!" said Klunty, "beat the bird!!!"
Deep inside the locker room, Bottles had been trying to calm his son down, while Kazooie looked on.
"Now, now!" said Bottles in a stern voice. "Banjo is going to be fine!" The mole grabbed the boy's shoulders.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" wailed Goggles. "He's GOOOOOOONE!"
"Calm down now thick eyes!" said the smarmy Breegull, Banjo should be fine! Why else would they call this Banjo-Threeie?" She looked back at the door. "Hey, we should go back to the site of the accident and--"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Bottles stared at the bird. "You know, you're not really helping here... why don't you go yourself?"
"All right then, Amaze O' Gaze," she said and walked up to the exit.
BAAAAAAAAAMMMM. A huge pounding could be heard from the other side of the door.
"What--?" said Kazooie as the pounding and banging grew louder. Shouts and screaming could be heard outside, of angry Jinjos and Moles.
"They must really hate Banjo..." said the bird, unaware that the crowd was under Klunty's command. "We'd better find another way out of here..."
"Arrrrrrgh!" spoke the intrepid seaman. "Finally got ridda the punk who stole my glory!"
"...Glory?" said the witch, "what glory?"
"The glory o'being in my own game, o'course!" said Blackeye. "If it weren't fer that blasted bear, I'd be having a bit of dreamy kid on my boot, I'd be."
Klunty scratched her morgified head. "So why didn't you get him before?" she asked.
"What are ye, daft?" he said. "I had me a terrible seasickness, I did. Nausea, searing gas pain..."
"For five years? A fine captain you are!" said Klunty.
Blackeye paid no mind. "Now that I got me a ship again, it's time to reassemble the Rival Fleet!"
"Oh yes, that. Well good luck finding the crew members..." she said passively.
"I be needin' no luck gettin' my Fleet back together! I've already gotten back the yella bellies!" It was when he said this that several crewmembers climbed up onto the deck.
"This here's Jacob, and here's Flotsam, and lets not ferget the most cowardly crew man... Blubber!"
Klunty peered closer. "Isn't that Captain Blubber?" she said.
"Captain? HAR! HAR! HAR!" said Blackeye. "Blubber was ne'er a captain. Simply snatched the hat from a dead Captain when the Salty Hippo crashed into the cove!"
"From the attack of 1998! I remember now..." said Klunty. "He stole the gold, then skiddadled to buy a Jet Ski..."
"Sorry," said Blubber amidst belches.
"Enough chit chat, lass -- if I kin even call ye that anymore," said the Dark Captain, staring at Klunty's horrible image. "You know what I came over here for, and you know I'll be coming back for ye, when I collect the others..."
It was then that the Rusty Bucket warmed up it's engines and jetted off into the unknown.
Klunty groaned furiously. Shrugging off the appearance of her greatest adversary, she continued her dastardly plan. The witch willed her immense brainwashed army to do her bidding.
"Go!" said Klunty, "beat the bird!!!"
Deep inside the locker room, Bottles had been trying to calm his son down, while Kazooie looked on.
"Now, now!" said Bottles in a stern voice. "Banjo is going to be fine!" The mole grabbed the boy's shoulders.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" wailed Goggles. "He's GOOOOOOONE!"
"Calm down now thick eyes!" said the smarmy Breegull, Banjo should be fine! Why else would they call this Banjo-Threeie?" She looked back at the door. "Hey, we should go back to the site of the accident and--"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Bottles stared at the bird. "You know, you're not really helping here... why don't you go yourself?"
"All right then, Amaze O' Gaze," she said and walked up to the exit.
BAAAAAAAAAMMMM. A huge pounding could be heard from the other side of the door.
"What--?" said Kazooie as the pounding and banging grew louder. Shouts and screaming could be heard outside, of angry Jinjos and Moles.
"They must really hate Banjo..." said the bird, unaware that the crowd was under Klunty's command. "We'd better find another way out of here..."