From the very sea itself, the alien tents and rally points broke the water below it and raised its level upward. They sailed upwards through the valley. They came in hordes, forward, fast. Over the rocks and shallows, they raced on. They were a force of beings so massive that they changed the tides that they sailed on.
Brown bearded forms from futures that would never be, chest panels of long dead Puftosses covered ragged men from futures that could come to be. Smoothed leather head covers adorned with sea shells and human bones were worn by strange purple beings that came from planets of an entirely different galaxy. It was an army so vast that it was beyond imagining.
The aliens sailed upwards, through the valley floor and between the foothills of mountains. None in Rogueport had challenged their sailing, some sycophants ahd even joined the navy in the many hours it took for all of it to pass through. Soon, they would be between Rogueport and the pirates led by Captain Syrup who herself stood between Tatanga and Dinohattan. They were poised to devour the Kingdom of the Koopahari, a threat that had been allowed to grow in the shadows. While the kingdoms the threat of Delfino Isle from above, the WarioWare stores seeded a different, more direct fear, one immediate in their hearts. Word had reached the city by now and the citizens were swarming, some in fear, some creating makeshift militias and others appealing to the generals of their forces.
Like locusts, the aliens swarmed over the sea. They devoured everything in their path. All that held life was destroyed in their advance. Nothing was spared in their desire to snuff out Sarasaland's one hope for reason and justice. For it was known, if the Koopahari were to fal, what hope would Toadstool or Muda have?
The armour was lifted and Syrup sailed forward, leading the front. Her and Cractus warship stayed menacingly by the wall, being loaded with impressive firepower that could drum out legions of beings' ears before it even burned their bodies. The Wolfenboss and all of Syrup's pirates followed her from behind.
Anonster let off of a battle cry that echoed off the steep rock faces on either side of him. Awabo and Shoot joined him as they dropped down along the funnel of water. "Follow your captain!" roared the Wolfenboss. "Earn your shields, boys!"
They forked around obstacles, sailed down en masse toward the mouth of Rogueport. Over rocks their sailbots leapt. Today there was no need to fish, the pirates' prey was before them. One million of them from planets that Syrup never knew existed and timelines that even the portal keepers could never have imagined of.
They could hear the thunderous sounds of paddles hitting the water in near unison. Blue turbaned aliens, atop sleek snowy Yukimarus, made their presence clear. Dozens broke the low tide and funneled past the wall of the dead, the two powerful warships coming within sight. Then, hundreds of sailboats and Yukimarus were in full flight. The raiders leaned forward on their mounts, their eyes fiercely scanning for any pirate blood.
Syrup settled herself just before the wall of Rogueport as the rest of her pirates arrived. They formed quickly around their captain and quieted their racing hearts. They listened carefully to her words over the overwhelming alien juggernaut.
"This is where we hold them!" declared Syrup.
The pirates watched as the River Twygz shook, moved and undulated. The water heaved forward, alive with forms dressed in loose silk and cloth. The aliens carried curved swords and strange guns, their ivory handled pistols tucked into holsters of gold. Raiders whipped their slave shipped sailboats forward with ferocity while others reached into wicker quivers that held arrows brought all the way from the nexus of the timeline.
"This is where they die!" cried Syrup. "Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time!"
The air quickly grew heavy with smells of leather, iron and sweat. Syrup and her pirates did not move. Only their breath could be heard against each other's backs.
A snow-white alien raider slowed his sailboat before the pirates, just as the rest of Tatanga's war machine followed suit. At that, the golden shields of Syrup and her pirates revealed themselves to the sun. The raider, an alien known as Aerodent, sailed forth on the orders of his master. Tatanga had visited his planet years ago and rescued him from a race war. He never thought of the irony of the intentions of his master for Sarasaland. He would never realize he had become what he hated.
"Pirates!" bellowed Aerodent's voice. "Lay down your weapons!"
In the sky appeared the slow arc of Anonster's spear, it settled quickly in the chest of Aerodent. He toppled from his sailboat, but he was dead before he even fell into the depths of the water. He was little more now but a soul for Luigi to claim.
"Pirates… come and get them!" yelled Syrup, to whatever extent her lungs would allow her.
With that defiance of the Gods themselves, Syrup had started what many spoke of, but what very few had the heart for. War had begun. The citizens of Rogueport first heard first heard it faintly, a rising within the ranks of the aliens, and then it evolved to a low rumbling. Strange horns and calls lifted from the aliens, as if to warn Rogueport of the apocalypse that would follow.
"Sailboat to sailboat!" cried the Wolfenboss and the pirates' snapped to a perfect oak and bronze wall of defense. Beneath the hammered bronze shields, the pirates' eyes locked forward toward their howling enemies. The front row of sailboats lowered their poison tipped lances of cornel wood and ash. They were eight feet from hand to razor tipped edge. This stand of men appeared unworldly, as if it were some metal beast that lay coiled, ready to attack.
The forces of the alien raiders dropped down to the last open space and funneled straight towards Syrup and her pirates.
"Hold!" boomed the Wolfenboss.
The pirates braced for battle.
Aliens from a thousand different planets. Thousands of men gathered by secret recruitment drives of WarioWare stores across nations. Underworld forces assembled across the ruins of Mekanos. Men from the long distant pasts and futures with technology lost and not yet created rescued from alternate timelines by Tatanga. Men from the far distant future who could kill their own ancestors in the coming battle kidnapped by Tatanga. A hundred nations practically thundered forward at the pirates' line. This was the threat of the Kerog's finest.
"Give them nothing!" cried Syrup.
The aliens began to close in on the pirates.