Hey there, loyal readers, sorry for the long wait… been very busy for me lately. But you've waited patiently and not flamed me, so here's your reward.

Ewan: I still think that it's strange for you to control our destinies… It just bugs me. And what are you gonna put me through this chapter?

You just wait and see, Ewan…

points to a ship, erm, fleet of ships, on the horizon

Chapter Three: Shipping and Manhandling

Ewan was standing on at the stern of the ship, looking out at the horizon. He glanced toward the rising sun, and then sighed contentedly. He loved the adventure they were embarking on. He was still puzzled about the blank continents that they passed, but he decided to let it go. Because if even Ewan truly understood why such strange occurrences, well, occurred, this story would be no fun.

Ewan then chuckled softly as Ross came staggering onto the deck, and leaned over the side, being violently seasick. He then looked to the front of the ship, and beyond the front of the ship he sighted land.

"Land Ho!" Ewan shouted.

Soon, the party of friends had gathered on the decks of the ship, and the ship had sailed into a port called Badon, only to float haplessly into the center of a massive pirate territory war. Ships fired ballistae at each other on the sea, while on land, hundreds upon hundreds of pirates clashed in the streets, and there was mass carnage. The port's defense force, a thousand generic lance-wielding soldiers, charged into the massive pirate war, and all of them were slain, but no one really cared, because: A) They're generic soldier clones, who all speak the same way and have the same grizzled beard, B) You can never run out of them, because they are unlimited, and C) That's what they deserved for charging into a bunch of axe-wielding, sea-loving, rum-happy pirates while wielding slim spears. The only casualty that resulted from the suicide of generic soldiers was a pirate called One-Eyed Bob, who got his name from killing about 50 generic soldiers, and then picking up a lance to see what the heck it was, and poking himself in the eye with it.

But that's not the point of the story.

The point is that when you accidentally sail into a pirate territory war that involves six different pirate armadas, it's pretty tricky surviving if you have little or no combat skill. Luckily, our heroes had faced the Demon King and survived, which is WAY more difficult than destroying every pirate and berserker of every band. Ewan was able to help Lute and Knoll destroy enough pirate ships in the harbor to clear a path to land. But as they pulled next to a burning ship, about 40 pirates tried to swing over on ropes. But Colm started throwing knives, and severed the ropes. Some pirates started somersaulting in midair, and others face-planted against the ship's hull.

After some extreme navigation, Ewan and his friends landed in the port and made a base out of the dock. For a while, everyone just pulled out their best weapons and watched the fight. Suddenly, a pirate with a massive gray beard came running up.

"Ahoy, there, landlubbers! Will you help me? My captain was filleted by the enemy, and I need yer help to defeat the others."

Ewan said, "What is your name, sir?"

The grizzled old sailor then replied, "I am First Mate Fargus, and my crew needs your help."

Another sailor came charging up, this one a young boy, no more than 19 years old.

"Captain, the other pirates are allying themselves with each other to kill our crew. We need to find a safe spot!"

"Aye, good work, thank you very much, Dart. We'll hold this dock here. They won't knock old Fargus into the ocean without a good clean lickin'! Avast! Prepare yourselves.

Thousands of pirates charged the docks, and somehow, the 15 men of Fargus' crew fended them off. The bodies continually piled up, higher and higher, until the crew could hide from enemy archers behind a wall of dead. Ewan and his friends joined in the slaughter. Franz, Amelia, and Eirika would charge through groups of pirates, and Knoll, Neimi, Lute, and L'Arachel fired magic into the enemy ranks. Eventually, the battle was over, and the last crew standing was the crew of the new captain, Fargus.

"Thank ye, boy, for saving my ship, my crew, and my reputation. If you ever need to get somewhere across the sea, look no further than the crew of the Davros!"

Ewan thanked his new friends on the pirate crew, and Ewan and Company set off into the…erm, sunrise, because the battle lasted so long.

Hey everyone, sorry, this is pretty much a filler chapter. Yes, I think generic soldiers are pointless and irritating, but it's fun on a map with billions of them. Sorry for the long time to post, been busy for two weeks. Please review on the way out. Thank you.

Shadow General