[Audio] ALL THE DRAMATICS! A cry for anarchy! This is war!

[fierybluebird]

Pirates of the world, RISE UP I say!

This world claims we do not belong here! The people of this world say we have no home, no place on these seas, in this world! I disagree! [Oh lord, Marco's going full steam here.] My world had no use for monsters like us either! My world made it a sin and a crime for some of us to even be born. Well, to hell with that, say I! ARE WE PIRATES OR ARE WE COWARDS?!

I FOR ONE, BEAR THE FLAG OF MY FATHER AND BROTHERS! LET US TAKE OVER THESE SEAS, AND CLAIM OUR PLACE IN A WORLD ONCE AND FOR ALL! LET US SHOW THE WORLD THAT WE WILL NOT BE DENIED OR IGNORED!

Let us show the world that this era is OURS!

[AND WITH THAT: he lets out a huge phoenix cry of victory.] SCRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

[We now return you to your daily journal entries of everything else completely different.]

Comments

[hiken]

Oi, shut the hell up! Don't encourage those jerks!

[theartofboom]

Why not? I like seeing your butt. It's pretty pinchable, y'know?

[hiken]

Is teasin' gonna get me my shorts back, Chandra!?

[theartofboom]

Well...I might have a solution. C'mere.

[hiken]

Gah! What kinda day is it when a captain can't trust their subordinates!?

[theartofboom]

I'm being serious. I actually have a solution. Trust me, you'll like it.

[hiken]

Like hell! I'll just wear my hat for the rest of the day at this rate!

[theartofboom]

[To prove her point, she waves a finger and Ace now has shorts.

They're made of mist...but they're shorts.]

[hiken]

[Ace stood still and his arms dropped.

He looked at his magic shorts. His expression turned vacant.]

.................

[theartofboom]

Did I lie? Solution.

[hiken]

[Ace's shoulders slumped and he stepped off of the railing, doing the sad Charlie Brown Christmas Special walk to the cabins.

He wanted a less nerdy way to get his shorts back....]

[theartofboom]

[Well, just for good measure, the mist gets colder the farther from Chandra he gets...]