Skeleton Mafia cruised once again, leaving their first island behind. However, they almost forgot about the one thing when they left their island: the name of it. Gentlemen of various postures were sitting behind the table, facing each other. Some of their skeletal henchmen were also there, listening to what would the top brass say.

"So, what do you guys think? I think our very first island should be something humble because...lets face it, it's a small fry." asked Bowser, giving out a topic for a discussion for his colleagues.

"Hmmm...how about something simple like Island One?" suggested George, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his chair.

"That's a bit TOO bland for my taste!" complained Bowser before he continued thinking about the name of the island.

"How about The Isle of Salties? I mean, it represents the inhabitants on it quite well." advised Mad John, raising his finger.

"Hmmm…I will think about that." considered Bowser, but wasn't sure if the name was cool enough to be used. To him, it sounded more like a snark.

"I've got an idea! Rastplatz Island!" recommended Brane, saying the first thought of his out loud.

"What is this "Rastplatz" thing you're talking about?" asked Bowser as he squinted upon hearing the unknown word.

"Oh, that just means resting place, my friend." causally explained Brane.

"I must admit, I do like the ring of it. Therefore, this one it is!" complimented Bowser before letting out a chuckle.

"Alright then!" crowed Brane as he leaned back in his chair as well.

"So, now that we have done that, now what?" questioned George, wanting to hear more information from their "briefing".

"We continue our conquering, of course!" answered Bowser as simply as possible.

"There's one thing that's been kind of bothering me..." pointed out Brane, scratching his beard.

"What is it, Brane?" asked Bowser, turning his head towards his chef colleague.

"You know, as I have certain experience with vessels, I realized that we don't have a planned out path. After Suez, we are currently following our noses only. Perhaps we should set some kind of path in motion..." explained Brane while making gestures with his hands.

"Aye, that's a good point, laddeh." added Mosseau as he pointed towards Brane.

"John, get the map!" ordered Bowser, snapping with his fingers to give out a signal to him. Without hesitation, John brought up a map of the world on the table. One of the skeletons brought him a pencil, probably due the skeleton's prediction that Bowser might do something with it.

"Alright so, I'd suggest that we travel near the coasts of these countries, but not get too close with them as they would send their navy against us, right?" planned Bowser as he started sketching on the map. He started the sketch with a point near the coast of Yemen, to which he continued around Oman's coast. After reaching the edge of Oman's coastlines, he continued the path through the Indian ocean, that time keeping a much further distance from Pakistani and Indian borders. He thought that at that time it would safe to go further from the mainland along with the geographical size of India giving him some concerns. Then he got closer to Sri Lanka's coast, where he maneuvered through between Indonesia and Australia, transitioning from Indian ocean to Pacific ocean in the process. Bowser continued the path by going north, closing nearby Philippines. Upon looking that they were getting closer to United States of America as he continued sketching a path, he decided that they would conclude their main path a bit south from Japan while still keeping a relative distance from it.

"Only if we would be considered a threat but it is good that you considered that." said John, addressing and confirming Bowser's guess.

"I don't think it would have been a problem now, considering we still need those pesky ships, but once we get big...that could bring us some real trouble." continued Bowser, adding sketches of branching paths going south in the Indian ocean.

"I wonder if you realized that you just addressed one of the main concerns about our plan for takin' over islands." brought up George, quickly getting his boss' attention.

"Huh? What do you mean? asked Bowser, unsure what his colleague meant.

"By sailin' near the coasts, we have shorter distance to park and refuel." elaborated George, surprising the turtle conqueror with such fact.

"...Oh...oh right...I thought it was something that we wouldn't get lost so easily…." realized Bowser, scratching his head while thinking how he couldn't have thought about that sooner.

"Lucky for us, the region we are currently sailing nearby is stoked with fuel! We could just buy some of the barrels and not be concerned about fuel for some time." said John, giving out one of his advices.

"Or steal it. We could save money with that." suggested George, knowing his experience with money.

"But we have loads of money, thanks to Kornjača!" countered Brane, trying to reassure that they could do it in a way without breaking laws.

"You never know what is gonna happen with money." cautioned George as he tipped his hat. "Besides, what's the oil price for now?"

"It's a bit higher than the last year but I think it wouldn't give us trouble if we bought a couple of barrels." answered John out of his head, not entirely sure if he was correct.

"Hmm, I see." said George.

"Anyway, after we get more ships, we should expand downwards, capturing any island that crosses our path!...unless they're being owned by certain countries….are there any?" continued Bowser, pointing with his finger on the map before taking a glance at John, thinking that he knows the answer.

"Correct. Both by current and former superpowers." affirmed John, confirming Bowser's thoughts.

"Darn! I guess even with islands we ought to be cautious...I didn't have to worry about such stuff back in my own kingdom!" grumbled Bowser as he angrily crossed his arms.

"Well, if there's anythin' that you could get outta this, is that not only can you function as a conqueror here, but you can apply the things you've learned in your world." reassured George, upbringing his boss' mood.

"Bwahahaha! That is delightful to imagine! I can't wait to try it out!" laughed Bowser, already imagining it.

"Fuck em up, Bows!" cheered Mosseau, raising one of his self made chainsaw-on-a-pole weaponry.

"I think we ought to stop soon. I have heard from Scrongus and Krongus that we are getting out of fuel. Assuming we are around here, I would say our best stopping point would be Muscat. It's not too far away and it is still at the safe distance of our path. If we went further north, we would be in quite a storm." explained John, circling around the Middle East with his finger on the map.

"Oh, ye better believe it, Bows." added Mosseau, implying that there's a lot more reasons for Bowser to not cross his way there.

"I do see what you mean, John. Not only it looks like we would be dangerously closer to these two rather large countries' borders, we would also be stuck in a dead end." agreed Bowser, looking at the sea between Saudi Arabia and Iran. "I think we should be all set now, don't you agree?"

"I suppose so." nodded George, fixing his hat.

"For now, yeah mate." agreed John, to which Brane followed his words as well.

"Aye." approved Mosseau.

"Alright then! I shall give orders!" said Bowser before he stormed to the bridge, where the minions by the name of Scrongus and Krongus still were in the command of navigating the vessel. Same as before, Krongus was guiding the ship while Scrongus was in charge of the systems. However, it was rather quiet around them, not exactly a common occurrence when these two are around.

"...You know, we haven't argued in a while." commented Krongus as he glanced towards his colleague operating the systems.

"Yeah, I'm busy if you haven't noticed." snarked Scrongus while doing his thing.

"I could counter that back but I've been busy guiding this ship all the time." said Krongus, not in the mood to get into arguing. Silence followed his remark as they continued doing their jobs.

"...You know what this boat truly lacks?" asked Krongus, breaking the silence in the process.

"What? A sofa?" questioned Scrongus while giving out his idea.

"No, why would we even need a sofa?" questioned Krongus.

"I mean, we have the TV." answered Scrongus, referring to that cathode-ray tube television they have on the ship that they use to watch football and rarely anything else, thanks to a certain Scot.

"Yes, yes, but would there be enough sofas for everyone on board?" asked Krongus once again, taking the consideration of the crew.

"Extend the sofa then!" suggested Scrongus in a persuasive yet annoyed tone.

"I don't think there would be enough place. Anyway, what we truly need is a dartboard." continued Krongus with his suggestion.

"Why would we need that?" asked Scrongus, questioning the viability of such item.

"We have plenty of card games, but not much other activities. I suggest we get that that screams "perfect, bravo!" upon hitting the bullseye." explained Krongus as he was already imagining scoring ten bullseyes in a row.

"Yeah, but what would happen if a dart hits right into one of us? Wouldn't we be busted if our head shatters?" Scrongus raised a point.

"Scrongus, my man, I don't think anyone has enough physical strength to completely destroy our heads with a mere dart." answered Krongus in a rather calm but still somewhat condescending way.

"Counterpoint: our boss." disputed Scrongus, to which his colleague agreed upon hearing that.

"Oh yeah, right…." sighed Krongus, repositioning his hat as he imagined Bowser yelling on top of his lungs while accidentally destroying the entire wall with a single dart throw. "Having a dartboard would also be nice for just throwing darts at pictures of people you despise with every single fiber of your body, just like we did it in the old days."

"Ain't that overdone though?" commented Scrongus, possibly due to his experience.

"Perhaps, but a reminder of our days in Brooklyn would be nice." remembered Krongus, thinking about the times when they were still with flesh on their bone.

"Yeah, of things before they went to shit." reminded Scrongus, ending Krongus' nostalgia in the process. Suddenly, the sound of slammed doors was heard as the cause of it appeared in front of their eyes: their Don Bowser.

"YOU TWO!" shouted Bowser as both of them stood still, waiting for the order.

"Boss! What do you need us for?" both of them asked.

"We shall set course to Muscat! Is that clear?!" declared Bowser, raising his fist in the air.

"Yes, boss!" affirmed both of them, giving a salute to him. After giving out his order, Bowser stormed back to the main room of the ship, where the briefings took place.

"The path is set to Muscat. We shall arrive at our destination in few hours." said Krongus as he tightened the grip on the steering wheel, redirecting the path of the ship towards the Sultanate of Oman.

Few hours have passed as the vessels of the Skeleton Mafia were halfway to their destination. However, they still couldn't see the coast, regardless of efforts of the skeleton with binoculars on the deck. He kept observing left and right, but all he could find was the horizon filled with the calm yet clear sea that they continued to traverse. Small waves gently rocked the ships while they went forward, seeking a place to refuel. There were some other skeletons, guarding both cars on the capital ship while also accompanying the skeleton with binoculars. Sky above them had a few clouds, but they were the only thing in vastness of blueness. Suddenly, during his observation with binoculars, the skeleton spotted something shiny on the horizon. Due to immense reflectivity of the object, the skeleton couldn't identify it at the first glance. The reflected sun rays shined right in his eye socket, however because an average skeleton lacked actual organic eyes, he didn't have to worry about being blind.

"Ey, boys! There's some gleaming thing on horizon!" reported the skeleton as he lowered his binoculars. Even without the binoculars, the object still reflected quite a decent amount of light to be seen by the naked eye.

"What did you find, mang?" asked one of the skeletons that guarded the cars, also seeing the gleam. The skeleton with binoculars took another look with his item of choice as Skeleton Mafia's ships arrived closer to the thing. Upon the second, closer look, the skeleton found out that the source of reflection was none other than a low profile but lengthy golden luxury yacht. The vessel of unknown affiliation idled in the calm sea, being swayed by the small waves.

"We got a boat, boys!" announced the skeleton with binoculars, fixing his view on the reflective yacht.

"Should I tell the boss?" asked the skeleton in charge of guarding.

"Sure, my man." approved the binocular skeleton. After receiving the information, the guarding skeleton rushed inside, going to the main room where Bowser and his colleagues were sitting behind a table with a map on it. Upon opening the doors, the attention of his colleagues and higher ups turned towards him.

"Boss! We have something to report!" said the skeleton as he saluted his boss.

"What is it? Better be something good!" demanded Bowser, waiting for him to spill it out.

"There's a boat in front of us." reported the skeleton, causing somewhat confusion among his amigos on whether or not that information is any sort of relevant.

"What kind of boat is it? Is it perhaps some warship?" asked Bowser, thinking that he hasn't told the full story.

"No, it's a yacht. A golden one, at that." added the skeleton, raising not only Bowser's interest, but other's as well.

"A yacht, huh...Let me see. Gentlemen, lets go outside!" said Bowser before he stood up along with others and left the main room, going outside to see the yacht. As all of them reached deck, the shape of the yacht became clearer.

"Bah! That guy is flexing on us!" condemned Bowser as he squinted at the boat, possibly due the amount of light reflected.

"Yeah, it be like that with these fellas at times." added Mad John. The light was not as strong to him due to his black glasses.

"I still question the significance of this. It's just some guy chillin' on the boat." remarked George upon seeing the yacht.

"It's a little bit of kitsch, if I may say. I prefer ships to have more of a natural feeling to them." commented Brane, comparing the yacht with Skeleton Mafia's vessels.

"Aye've got an idea, lads." Mosseau suddenly suggested, posturing with pure confidence.

"Oh dear...what it is goin' to be?" sighed George, already knowing how will a conversation with him continue.

"Say it, Mosseau!" demanded Bowser, curious about the thing the fellow Scot could say.

"Throw the fucker in the sea and then we take the boat for ourselves!" Gwahahaha!" advised Mosseau, letting out a laugh. His colleagues were flooded with many thoughts of doubt about his plan.

"Ain't that pi-" Brane attempted to ask a question, but he quickly received a glare from his friend in a trash can.

"Do not speak of that cursed activity! It's not piracy if we ain't pirates!" countered Mosseau with the verbal embodiment of absolute disgust coming out of his mouth after hearing implications of his "favorite" type of people. However, the suggestion that he gave did cause Bowser to think of something.

"Hmmmm….On one hand, another ship in our arsenal would be excellent, but on other hand, I have yet to see the use of such ship." pondered Bowser, thinking on both the reason and execution of the plan.

"The reconnaissance, Bows! Yachts are fast as twats having their asses burned, it is a-" elaborated Mosseau before the turned towards the other skeletons, suddenly being filled with anger. "If anyone of ye jests about anything related to gold, Aye'll throw ye with me bare hands and FUCK ye!"

"Oh...uh...okay?" blabbered one of the skeletons upon hearing Mosseau's threat before the Scottish twatface turned back with the same confident and cheery expression on his skeletal face that he had at the time of his suggestion.

"...Anyway, what do ye say, Bows?" asked Mosseau for feedback.

"Gwahahaha! We will flex on that guy!" approved Bowser with a laugh only a villain could be able to do. "So!...Who is going to volunteer to be the first front offense on that yacht?"

"Wait, we haven't planned anything about it." warned Mad John, but the plan was already set in motion.

"Nothing about that boat screams danger to me! One or two boneheads will do!" boasted Bowser, just before one of the skeletons raised their arm.

"Ey, boss! You've got yourself a candidate!" offered the skeleton that was in charge of guarding the cars.

"Bwahaha! That's the spirit! It should be easy!" praised Bowser as the skeleton approached his boss, but not before George stopped him.

"Before any of you do somethin' stupid, I'd suggest arming yourself." advised George, pointing at the bridge of the ship.

"Got that!" said the skeleton before he went inside, searching for the weapons depot. After some time, he returned from the depot with a M1911 single action semi automatic pistol.

"What do you think of this, boys?" asked the skeleton as he was checking out the gun.

"Serviceable." answered George, somewhat approving his choice.

"Just good enough! Anyway, are you ready?" asked Bowser before the skeleton managed to fully reach him, standing near him.

"Always ready, boss!" affirmed the skeleton, giving out a salute to his boss. Bowser grabbed him and positioned him as if he was about to throw a spear. After adjusting the angle, Bowser threw the skeleton in the air with relative ease. He was sent flying towards the unassuming yacht, which kept idling despite Skeleton Mafia's ships coming closer to it.

"….The hell did you just do?" scolded George, being completely baffled by the action performed by his boss. His colleagues shared the same sentiment, with exception of Mosseau, who was cheering for the thrown skeleton.

"Just watch, George….Just watch." said Bowser as he chuckled, predicting that they would secure the boat with a mere single skeleton.

As the skeleton was still traversing through the air due to the throw, he saw that the yacht had a pool on it. Inside the pool, there was a man with black, white and golden clothing lying on a gold floating chair, sipping some kind of golden cocktail. He also had sunglasses over his glasses. Despite the descending skeleton over his head, the man didn't seem to care about it.

The skeleton that was once in charge of guarding the cars landed right in the pool next to the man in the floating chair, causing a rather big splash. While the water didn't land on the man's face, the landing did caught some interest as the man raised his sunglasses in order to get a better look at what happened. It was also revealed that the man had a set of upper golden teeth with "ZENI" written on them. Just right after the landing, the skeleton grabbed the edge of the pool, trying to pull himself out of it.

"Nuh uh, motherfucker!" jeered the man on a floating chair upon the sight of the skeleton as he pulled out a golden Uzi from his pocket. The skeleton didn't even get on land fully and he already received a salvo of continuous fire from the man's Uzi.

"OH NO, MY BONES!" yelled the skeleton, thinking that he was done for. He pulled himself on land just before he would sink underwater and then noticed something odd about the projectiles fired right in his back: it was money, with the man's face on it. The man on the money was happily holding more money. "Oh hey, money!"

"That ain't gonna do it. How about this?!" smirked the man as he pulled out another golden Uzi. However, as he fired the salvos of ammunition, the skeleton was met with unfortunate reality that his ribs were completely obliterated by actual bullets. He checked his body to see what happened, only to realize that certain bones were missing.

"...FUCK YOU, BASTARD!" shouted the skeleton in anger as he turned towards the man, pulling out his pistol as an attempt to shoot him, only to be met with a rafale of money right in his face, distracting him in the process. Thanks to the distraction, he managed to completely miss the man as the bullet landed right in water. Suddenly, two of man's henchmen in blue with golden yen symbols on their clothes, who used to be inside the yacht, arrived right behind skeleton's back, one hitting his head with severe force. The impact of the henchman's fist made skeleton's head spin around like a carousel as the other henchman bum rushed him right into the fence of the yacht before he delivered an uppercut, sending the skeleton back in the sea. After skeleton's head stopped spinning, he regained the visibility and decided to swim back to the vessels of Skeleton Mafia in shock. The man with golden teeth laughed hard at the misfortune of the skeleton.

"Our boy is busted!" reported the binoculars skeleton, shocked at the defeat of his colleague.

"WHAT?! HOW?!" shouted Bowser in complete surprise as the events completely destroyed his prediction.

"I told you all." sassed George, crossing his arms in disapproval. John and Brane seemed to be surprised by the turn the events took while Mosseau was mildly upset.

"Eh, he was an amateur! Allow for the professionals to take place!" boasted one of the skeletons that brought a Tommy gun from the depot. "Send me in, boss!"

Bowser followed the request of his minion as he repeated the sequence of throwing the boneful man on the yacht. As the skeletal lad traversed through air, he aimed his Tommy gun downwards, towards the man with a pair of golden teeth. Putting his skeletal finger on the trigger, the skeleton was ready to fire at any moment.

"Council President, it appears that another one is coming!" reported one of the henchmen upon seeing the thrown skeleton.

"Another mofo? Hahahaha! Let them get their asses kicked!" laughed their boss while still remaining seated in his floating chair, but having both Uzis ready. Upon reaching the right range as he was still traversing through air, the skeleton fired with his Tommy gun, unleashing salvos and salvos upon the personnel on yacht. In exhange, the man fired both of his golden Uzis at him, commencing in a bullet storm. Whereas bullets from Tommy gun hit only some areas of the floating chair and one of the henchmen's foot, the projectiles from Uzis, while money missed everything, the bullets hit the skeleton's left right on the mark, destroying it in the process. Another unfortunate fact for the skeleton was that his boss missed the mark on the yacht, making the skeleton plunge right into the ocean instead.

"YOWZA!" yelled one of the henchmen after receiving an injury right in his foot.

"Yo, go get him some aid ASAP!" ordered the man on the floating chair before he approached the edge of the pool, leaving it in the process. He still kept the Uzis in his hands, just in case for future attacks. The henchman took the injured colleague back inside in order to seek for first aid for his foot.

"The our second boy is busted!" reported the skeleton upon seeing the failure with binoculars. George just sighed while Brane and John anticipated such event. Mosseau was mildly disappointed that time.

"….GROOAH! Looks like I have to take matters in MY OWN HANDS!" fumed Bowser, before he stepped near the bridge of the ship before he faced straight at the yacht. Then he sprinted towards it, but not before stopping at the near edge. When he got just the right amount of boost, he leaped in the air, dedicating himself to land on the yacht.

Meanwhile on the yacht, one of the henchmen returned to the man after taking his colleague inside for some aid. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a big black spot in the sky, descending right towards them.

"Big boy is coming!" warned the henchman, pointing at the black spot.

"Hold your ass tight now! Shit's about to go down!" advised the man as he held on a fence for the incoming landing.

Bowser slammed on the ship with his fists as he landed on the yacht, suddenly making it raise for nearly 90 degrees in the air. The henchman was sent flying towards the sea while everyone inside was met with their heads hitting the ceiling of the vessel, causing various concussions. However, the man with glasses and golden teeth managed to hold on the fence, staying on the yacht once it returned to its original position. All of the water in the pool was spilled right into the ocean, completely emptying the pool. After the vessel stabilized itself, two of them looked each other in the eyes with confident smirks on their faces.

"Well, well, weeeeelllll….look who we got here! A necromancer turtle punk straight from my soup store interfering with my vacation!" taunted the man with glasses, crossing his arms with pride while having the biggest shit-eating grin possible, making the words "ZENI" especially visible.

"Excuse YOU, but I am not mere turtle and NOT A PUNK! You are about the face the one and the only!" countered Bowser, clenching his fists in frustration as he gave him a glare.

"Go on then! Let me hear all the bullshit you spout!" nagged the man in glamorous clothing.

"Listen very carefully! Veni, Vidi, Vici! Those are the words of Julius Caesar and let me tell you something... I AM BOWSER and I SHALL BECOME THE MOST INFLUENTIAL PERSON ON THIS PLANET! MY ACTIONS SHALL BE WRITTEN DOWN IN HISTORY! I WILL COME A CONQUEROR GREATER THAN ALEXANDER THAN GREAT! I WILL BECOME RICHER THAN SHEIKH! ENEMIES WILL TREMBLE IN FEAR WHEN THEY WILL HEAR MY NAME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Bowser introduced himself to the man with every single ounce of pride he had inside of him. Two of them quietly continued staring at each other, waiting for either of them to do a move.

"...PFFFFT HAHAHA, your name AIN'T SHIT compared who youse talking to right now!" laughed off the man, further irritating the turtle conqueror.

"WHAT?! How DARE you say that, you PUNK!" growled Bowser, angrily pointing at him, to which the man laughed even harder.

"Richer than Sheikh, you say? Well, let me tell you that you're face to face with Kaneo Motherfuckin' Takarada, bitch! I can both shit out fat bucks and clean my own ass with them at the same time!" introduced Kaneo Takarada himself to Bowser, suddenly bringing up plenty of his own bucks in his hands, proudly showing them to his opponent. If letters could materialize out of nowhere, there would be big red kanji standing right behind him, spelling his name and his status.

"You sure….love to flex, don't you?" commented Bowser, being completely dumbfounded by the statements of his opponent.

"I'm spitting straight facts at you, man! Dosh is what keeps Osaka going! But I do have a question for you, reptilian fuckhead. What makes you wanna tread on the property of Takarada?!" asked Takarada in the same pompous tone as before.

"That is quite simple, chump! This boat is now mine, whether you like it or not!" answered Bowser as he tried to counter the pride of Takarada.

"Ooooh, we playing those games, aren't we? Too bad, you ain't gonna get it, even if my own body is reduced to atoms!" retaliated Kaneo Takarada, peaking Bowser's irritation in the process. However, the ships of Skeleton Mafia flanked Takarada's yacht on both sides. On the capital ship, every skeleton pointed their Tommy gun at him. George was aiming with his Silver Coyote, prepared to pull the trigger at any time. John prepared his sniper rifle and even allowed some skeletons to use M2 Brownings from Bendigo. Brane had his own Zastava M70 assault rifle prepared. Mosseau already had his Vickers guns revved up, eagerly waiting to unleash the unholy bullet storm on the tycoon. The skeleton that lost all of his ribs thanks to him was also on the deck of that ship, giving him two middle fingers. On the other ship, every skeleton had their own Tommy gun aimed at him as well.

"Say that again, punk." dared Bowser with a nearly psychopathic grin on his face.

"Mofo, you deaf or somethin'? I ain't givin' you SHIT. Not even THAT!" taunted Takarada despite being at the risk of being turned into Swiss cheese.

"You don't have much choice. Surrender now and gives us the boat or you will be busted!" warned Bowser, staring right in his smug eyes.

"...Say, since this is my own turf, I decide the rules of this fight!" Takarada suddenly decided, surprising everyone around him.

"HEY, WHO ALLOWED YOU TO-" roared Bowser with all of his fury.

"I DID, DUMBASS! My soil, my rules, plain and simple. If you don't like that, then sod off from my boat, mate!" declared Takarada as he stomped with his foot. His prideful expression remained through out the entire time.

"….Hmpf….What rules do you propose, you insufferable glamour hog?" asked Bowser, trying to keep some level of composure as he realized that all the rage he would lash out would only make his opponent more provocative.

"We 1v1 on this boat, boy! No interference from others! First one who falls off from the boat or gets knocked the fuck out is the one that needs to piss off!" boastfully explained Takarada as he took advantage of the situation.

"Ohohoho, we are gonna duke it out then? So be it!" chuckled Bowser, already prepared to dish out some beatings.

"That's right! We start now, amigo!" declared Takarada, immediately pointing both of his Uzis right at him and firing them simultaneously, unleashing salvos of bullets and money at him. Bowser, as if he predicted such action, ducked and hid in his shell as he started spinning around, deflecting both bullets and money everywhere. Takarada stopped firing as soon as both Uzis ran out of ammo. The turtle conqueror stopped spinning and stood up to see the current situation. His shell had few scratches on it due to bullets.

"Not so lucky, are you?!" taunted Bowser before he tried to jump directly near him, only to be distracted by the money thrown right in his face.

"Ya think!" countered Takarada, using the time frame of Bowser being distracted to rush inside of his yacht in order to get some ammo. However, Bowser already spotted him and dashed off to the entrance.

When Bowser entered the interior of the yacht, he saw that every single thing, from walls to even something like computers were painted in gold. Few of the unconscious henchmen were lying on the polished floor while the ceiling had some dents on it. The walls were accompanied by the glittering couches. At the end of the interior there was the bridge of the yacht, where the captain and other crew would maintain the control and navigation of the ship. The main source of light for the yacht were giant (relative to the vessel's size) windows, letting the sun rays lighten up the area. Despite all of that, Bowser couldn't find his adversary at first glance, even after many looks around. Suddenly, Takarada popped out behind one of the couches and threw another stash of his money right in Bowser's face along with the smoke grenade on the floor. The smoke from the grenade engulfed the interior of the yacht, allowing Takarada to sneak through out it in order to find bullets for his Uzi. He ran to the captain's cabin through out the white smoke, however Bowser already memorized the entire interior and dashed towards the assumed position of his adversary.

As soon as he entered the cabin, Takarada opened up the drawer near one of the computers, revealing magazines for his golden Uzi. He snatched one of them as quickly as possible, only to be met with a sudden grip on his shoulder. Startling him, he glanced behind to see the menacing shadowy figure of Bowser. Witnessing that his enemy had him cornered, he realized that he had done goofed up, but still tried to reload his Uzi, only for Bowser to grab him arm and smashing him right on the floor, causing Takarada to feel major damage through out his body. Despite being floored, Takarada attempted to replace the magazine for his Uzi, but his weapon of choice was soon torn out of his hand by Bowser, whom then lifted it in the air just so he could spite him.

"Hah! This one is mine!" taunted Bowser before he continued smashing Takarada on the floor like an angry gorilla throwing a fit while swinging some unfortunate predator that has accidentally provoked it. With each smash, the pain in Takarada's body exponentially multiplied, despite his pompous demeanor. However, it was beginning to crack as some level of fear appeared in Takarada due to how easy it was for Bowser to smash him around like a ragdoll.

Bowser temporarily stopped smashing him around and lifted him like a fisherman catching the biggest bass in the lake, glaring at his beaten with a boastful look in his eyes.

"I'll give you one more chance! Forfeit or I will throw you in the sea!" offered Bowser, possibly sparing him an unfortunate fate.

"I'd rather take an entire skyscraper up my asshole than give you anything of my property!" bragged Takarada as he laughed in Bowser's face, cementing what would happen to him next.

"...Suit yourself." casually said Bowser before he started spinning Takarada around like a turbine before throwing him out of the window, shattering it to pieces in the process. The smoke exited the yacht by going through the window, being visible to the skeletons on their own ships. His colleagues didn't see who was being thrown out, so they were unsure on the outcome. Bowser, still inside the yacht, decided to throw out Takarada's henchmen as the vision became clearer in it because of the leaking smoke. Although most of them were unconscious by the time they were thrown out, one of them managed to gain his consciousness back. Seeing the sight of a rather large bipedal turtle conqueror coming right for him made him tremble in terror, but that did nothing to help him avoid being thrown out by him. After removing every Takarada's personnel, Bowser rubbed his hands in triumph and stepped outside, making the last remaining smoke fully leave the yacht.

"Veni, vidi, vici!" he proclaimed as he triumphantly raised his fist in the air, receiving a massive applause and cheering from his colleagues.

"Ye did it! Ye absolute did it, ya crazy bastard!" praised Mosseau as he fired one of his Vickers machine guns in the air, startling a few of his boney friends.

"Well done!" complimented Mad John, giving him an applause.

"Jače!" shouted Brane, raising his arms like an excited football fan.

"Color me surprised. You did it once again." mused George upon seeing his boss stepping outside of the yacht.

"BWAHAHAHA! This is now MY property! With this, we shall become stronger! Now come, skeletons! You shall take command of this ship!" boastfully ordered Bowser as two of the Skeleton Mafia's ships approached it even closer, enabling skeletons to just hop on the yacht. Bowser then jumped on the capital ship and returned to his position, continuing their journey to their destination, now with an additional vessel. Meanwhile, being all beaten up, Kaneo Takarada was floating in the sea along with his henchmen. He observed the three ships going their way as he had a rather determined yet smug expression oh his face.

"Ya think you've won, you absolute bastard, but this was only the beginning!" forebode Takarada before he pulled out a golden (big shock, I know) waterproof phone and started a call. "Yo, homie! Pick me up there!"

Hours passed once again as the confrontation with the flexing tycoon from Osaka was becoming a memory of another victory for Bowser and his organization. The city of Muscat appeared on their sight, making them navigate through the waters as quick as possible. After traversing for so much time, all three Skeleton Mafia's vessels docked in the port of Muscat as they waited for further orders.

"We're gonna take care of all! You fellas gotta stay a little low for now." requested Mad John as he invited Brane to join him.

"Understood! I wish you good luck!" approved Bowser as two of his men left the ship while he and his skeletal henchmen hid in the in their respective boats.

After some time, John and Brane managed to get the personnel of Muscat's port to refuel all of Skeleton Mafia's ships. During it, both of these refined gentlemen decided to take a little tour of Muscat as some kind of "self-assigned reward". Temporarily leaving the port, they went through the streets surrounded by radiantly white buildings, which had a rather block-like shape to them. Some of the buildings were more of a desert-like brown color, adding variety to the city. One of the buildings that stood out in the city was a white mosque with a noticeable blue cupola on the roof. Every building there had teal windows, which reflected sun rays all across the area. Some palm trees were planted in the streets as various cars passed them. Behind the city, there were tall rigid mountains, which blocked the wind. Both John and Brane were enjoying their little tour as they suddenly found a food stand with a huge chunk of juicy beef being cooked on a rotating spit. Both of them stepped towards the kebab person, taking some time to pick their food.

"Two kebabs, please." requested Mad John as the chef prepared two dishes quite quickly. He filled two breads with kebab meat and various amount of vegetables before giving them kebabs they wanted. John paid the price of kebabs and both of them thanked the chef before they went their own way, taking huge bites of kebab in the process.

"It is delicious!" praised John, enjoying every bite he took in kebab.

"We should absolutely add kebab on our menu in Kornjača!" happily suggested Brane as he continued eating his own kebab. Suddenly, as they finished eating their kebabs, they found a souvenir store filled with various clothing, pots and items originating from Oman itself. Out of curiosity, they decided to check it out to see anything cool in it. As they inspected, they found out all the neat Omani things in the souvenir store until John found something he thought of as strange: a world map with a path on it. However, there was a drawn area with crosses all over the place on it. The area took place in the Arabian sea, near Pakistan's coast. What truly caused some uneasy feelings inside of him was that the area was right on the spot where Bowser has drawn his own path of conquest. Brane joined in as well, observing the map, but he did not have any idea what it meant. Suddenly, another man approached them: an old bearded store owner.

"Are you, by chance, boat travelers?" asked the store owner, looking them right in their eyes with his weary eyes.

"I suppose we are." casually answered John, confirming suspicions of the store owner.

"...Do not cross that path, as it is cursed one." warned the store owner in a quite, yet ominous tone, escalating their curiosity in the process.

"Cursed? In what sense?" asked Brane.

"Many travelers disappeared on it as they crossed it….nobody knows what truly happened to them." spoke the store salesman, giving them reminiscence of various infamous zones where such things happened.

"...Interesting. I think we should tell that to our boys." said Mad John to Brane, thinking that it would be a good idea to warn the boss about such thing.

"..Yeah, you're right. Could be a bluff, though." doubted Brane. The store owner heard their talk, causing him to squint.

"Perhaps...perhaps not. Take caution, travelers..." warned the store owner one more time before they departed. Neither Brane nor John bought anything from the store, instead they were focused on the question of the zone in the Arabian sea, whether or not is it a threat to their organization.

Somewhere in the Arabian sea at night, a sole fishing boat traversed, facing the midnight storm of calamitous proportions. Lightnings were hitting the surface, enlightening the near pitch black sky for few moments. Feral waves kept hitting the vessel as it poured from the sky, nearly flooding the deck as it went on. Despite the storm, the fishing boat kept going on, riding the wild waves of the Arabian Sea.

"Come on, I have to make it home!" heaved the human captain of the fishing boat, clenching his teeth as he tightened the grip on the steering wheel as much as he could during his traversing of the waves. He just couldn't give up on his way home. Suddenly, the frequency of wild waves decreased, lashing out small waves instead. However, those waves were just an illusion of de-escalation as the captain of the fishing boat was faced with one of his worst fears imaginable: a single giant wave right in front of him. The captain's eyes widened from terror as the wave of destruction approached him closer. He tried to turn the ship away from the wave, but it already caught him. The ship was flipped on its head by the wave before it engulfed it with the sheer prowess of water, certifying the demise of captain. The storm, despite taking its victim, kept raging on.