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The Squid was descending along the rocky-like path. Popping out from the right corner, a small wooden table holding a glass bottle, without any cork on its top and less than 1/4 of liquid present inside the bottle. It had a tag attached to it.
"… what's this smell…?" He grimaced. "Yuk! If there is one thing I don't want to have is a stomach ache…!"
He slid a bit faster than before. Suddenly, he stopped immediately and expanded his eyes. He rushed over the wall, now frowning and opening his ears…
"… voices! I can't hear them from here, though…" He forced his head and eyes. "… sigh… I don't like this…"
Going away from the wall, he continued the path as he turned around corners and accelerated on downhills. Sometimes he would glance at the left border, showing rocky walls with some occasional lanterns attached to it.
"Arrr! Ya lily livered scallywag! What I be havin' t' do, in order t' take off th' sea ou' o' yer ears?!"
"Slow down... I be still dreamin' about them fine lasses on a lonely isle, arrr..."
Hun held himself, almost beginning to roll down on the slight slope.
"Oooooh, ya horn swogglin` landlubber! Do I be havin' t' make ye keel haul th' plank, in order t' avast yersef from loadin' t' th' gunwales?! I be sea sick an' tired o' sproutin' lies t' th' Buccaneer, ye know!"
"I couldna resist that Grog... 't be th' best one I had in me whole life..."
Two shadows were appearing from the right corner, growing more and more.
"Th-they are coming!" Hun trembled. "Wh-what should I do?!"
Two Stingling men walked out of the corner: the one on the right was thin, sporting a beard, a red bandana on his head and wearing simple pirate clothing. The man on the left was fat, smiling and almost closing his eyes, wearing also regular pirate clothing, which had some faint stains on the shirt.
"Shi'er me timbers!" The thin Stingling dropped his jaw. "I knew I ortin' ta had come in here alone!" He looked at the other man, preparing his fists…
"Weren`t ye in disadvantage or somethin'...?" He received a punch on the top of his head. "Yeouch!"
"You lad o' a Biscuit Eater! Always ready t' spout th' stupidest questions!" The thin Stingling shook his head, spitting on the floor.
Hun frowned.
"Hey you! You are holding Mirii prisoner, don't you?!" He growled too.
"Get yersef useful an' shoot down that scurvy squid!" His hand took off a goo sword with a golden handle.
"Aye, aye…" The fat Stingling grabbed a vintage gun and pointed it at the Squid.
The gun was waving a bit around… Hun began sliding towards the two foes.
PUM!
A goo projectile was flying over the Squid, passing above him and landing on the floor.
PUM!
Another projectile landed on the right side.
PUM!
This projectile hit the wall…
"Aaaarrrrrrr! Why I be havin' t' do this all by myself?!" The thinner man rose his guard, growling like mad. "Have at ye, Squid!"
Hun jumped in midair, spinning on himself: the man swung his sword, hitting him on the tip of his head! Hun jumped backwards, while the man's sword flew backwards, landing and bouncing on the floor.
PUM!
"Ouch!" Goo covered Hun's face.
With his right eye closed, he charged at the fat man. Once he was nearby, he sprung from the floor and performed a spin.
SPLAT!
A small, yet fat Stingray flew away while leaving a large dark-green stain behind. The other pirate reached his fallen sword, picking it up again.
"You think ye achieved somethin' from takin' th' lad's ou'?! Yo-ho-ho-ho! I be a first-class gentleman o` fortune!" He swung his sword around. "I be goin' t' throw ye t' th' sharks, worthless chunk o' squid rings!"
Hun snorted, as he was barely hold himself from rushing forward. The pirate shouted a battle cry, as he was the one rushing at the Squid! Hun bended on himself… jumping right when the man swung his weapon on his previous position!
The Stingling rose his head, watching the Squid falling over his head while spinning.
SPLAT!
The sword sunk inside the large ink stain, while Hun was watching the small Stingray moving in the air, standing next to the spot.
"Uff… uff… I-I got lucky there…" He began sliding away, while continuing the path. "… Mirii… where are you…?" The top of his eyes "smiled", as he sniffed loudly.
The river was advancing silently, standing in the middle of a mushy terrain. Shy Moon beams were lighting its connection point with the sea, surrounded by a countless number of various Stingrays: Stinglings, Flyers and Smanties. Some of them were either sporting a black patch on their eye, a bandana or a black pirate cap.
A male Stingling was discussing in front of a Flyer holding three wooden crates on her back, while a female Smantie was just looking at both of them. "Chainy" step sounds were bombarding on their ears: the group turned in their direction, enlarging their eyes and immediately performed a salute.
One by one, other Stingrays posed in the exact same way as the first three, all pointing their sight at the walking man, holding Mirii on his shoulder. Captain Roy was followed by 4 Stinglings, which were grasping their Splattershot-like weapons… except one woman who was holding a long-muzzled weapon.
Mirii was shaking left and right, trying to turn her head behind…
"Bravo! Bravo!" A Smantie clapped his fins, while smiling widely.
A Stingling applauded right after. Then another one… then a Flyer began clapping and from there, everyone else was doing the same.
Way to go, Cap'n!
Yo-ho-ho! Th' Doubloons be all yours!
Whistles, cheers and claps were echoing throughout the cave exit!
You showed those Squids!
Captain Roy rose his left hand, waving sideways in front of everyone. Mirii was frowning a lot, pressing her fists on themselves…
Fer he`s a Jolly Roger Buccaneeeer,
Fer he`s a Jolly Roger Buccaneeeer,
Fer he`s a Jolly Roger Buccaneeeeeer…
Which nobody can keelhaul!
The tall man laughed, while the song lyrics were repeated more than once. Mirii's face went dark-red, gritting her teeth and covering her ears. Smoke were passing through the openings in between her fingers, while veins were jumping all over her forehead.
"Free Grog fer sea dogs an' land lubbers!" His large hands waved over the Stingrays in front of him.
The cheers blasted through the girl's ears. Her feet began kicking Roy's chest.
"CEASE THIS STUPIDITY AT ONCE!"
Suddenly, silence impacted over all the voices. The man's feet were now resting on the floor, before a wooden ramp. The eyes of at least a hundred, were now looking over Mirii…
The girl lowered her hands, breathing loudly and turning her head over each Stingray she could see.
"You fools! What you are seeing is nothing more than an illusion!" She took a loud breath. "You cannot defeat perfection! In fact, you all signed an official request for assisting the destruction of this obsolete, arrogant, idiotic and ludicrous cult you are ALL following!"
She panted loudly… as Roy's laugh blasted in her ears.
"You still dasn't understand th' situation ye be goin' t' get..." His hand brought the girl right in front of his eyes. "Do ye think we be jus' gonna squeeze yer brain an' then toss ye in th' cage?! Har har har!"
Mirii thrusted her fist on his right cheek: she yelped, shaking her hand off.
"You must be breaking the laws of biology!" She growled. "You cannot resists all my attacks like nothing!"
"Wanna know a fun fact?" The man twisted her backwards.
A ship was floating on the sea, at the end of the ramp. A chain was coming out from a hole, sinking through the sea.
"This Furner ye be seein'... 't nereheld any prisoners in its whole lifespan!" He grinned as much as he could. "Instead... 't only had gentleman o' fortunes, me an' shark food."
Mirii gasped.
"And b'lieve me... we be all waitin' t' be seein' our seapets playin' wi' the'r meat, before they start munchin' all o'er 't..." He turned behind, showing the girl in front of everyone. "AM I STARBOARD, ME HEARTIES?!"
A loud cheer exploded through the Stingrays' mouths!
Throw her now!
That`s our Buccaneer!
Get that wench-err, meat ou' o' th' ship!
More and more words were flying through the air. Mirii kept gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, as her eyes were getting watery… the captain burst in yet, another laughter. He was now stepping on the ramp, while leaving behind the humongous collection of voices and words rumbling the air.