Mm...hello? Anyone?

[so much pained grunting]

Ugh. Damn, there's benders and then there's benders. I'm not doin' that again.

Oi, Booya...ugh. Hazmats. Crew. Guys. Where are all o' ya? Head count, roll call, whatever. This island swallowed me up for a few days and I need to know everybody's okay.

Any sign of our guys yet? We ain't leavin' Deesuko Ballia without good news.

[he has officially woken up in an alley somewhere, well sated but suffering the world's worst hangover ever. Ever.]

[On the deck of the Booyakasha II after he had been missing for several weeks, the figure of a sleeping blue-masked turtle had appeared on the deck. His journal was by him, wide open. The turtle let out a tiny groan before cracking his eyes open. As soon as he saw the journal, they opened up wide and he shot up. He looked around with stunned eyes and a realization soon hit him.]

I'm... ack?

[He was back. Back in this crazy pirate world...

At the worst possible time.]

No... not now. Not right now! [He picked up the journal.] This si the worst possible time! I need to be home! I can't...!

[He stopped, gritting his teeth in frustration. This was the worst possible time. The absolute worst. With no other way to let it out, he slammed the journal shut and just tossed it to the side before walking to the railing and gripping it tightly.]

[Things just cut into the continuous sound of a dragon growling and gurbling. It's the dragon equivalent of a major run-on sentence.

A brief break leads to several glottal stops, ending in a sad whine.




On the deck of the Booyakasha II, the Night Fury looks frustrated. His human is on the floor beside him, practically flopped on his face.]

 So, let me if see if I've got this right...

There's been a massive kidnapping, and we're all sailing the seas to find our way home, and pretending to play pirates. Kinda sounds like the plot to a bad kid's movie.

[Some chuckling, as she's shaking her head and tapping the paper.]

Not to mention this weird journal. I can't tell if it's a step backwards or forward with technology. But, whatever.

I get the idea that the only way I'm going home is on a ship. This would be the point where I ask for help, and you all offer, because you're so sweet and nice...

[Snort.]

... But let's make this fun. How about instead, you tell me which crews not to join? What are the worst ones out there?

Looking forward to hearing your responses. The name's Harmony.

Man, my brothers are so freaking lame.

What was the point of them coming here at all if they were all just gonna up and ditch me as soon as they got the chance, huh?!

Bah, who needs 'em.

Heh. So how's the race goin'? It's been pretty quiet, hope the rest o'ya haven't been sunk halfway through. Thought I mighta heard some news by now, but I guess if other crews' tokens have been as hard to find as ours, I shouldn't be surprised.

As for us, we're keepin' up. We ain't last. And we won't be last to Port Chance, lemme tell ya. What news on your ends, pirate crews?

He fell off the cloud!! He was...and I...and he...i-if anyone sees a man in the water or any area along the south waters underneath Quarzo Roza. He's ginger with a headband and he wears a black cloak. He goes by the name of Gaius.

If anyone sees or hears from him. Please PLEASE contact me or any member of HazMat.

[Moments later, one would find her hiding behind some barrels in the darkest corner of the galley, crying. It should be understandable though. She literally just watched her closest friend fall off a cloud and get swallowed by the sea. That's not something one could just get over.]

( Cut for narration )

I regret to inform everyone that the Royal Host Club is currently closed. There are currently no plans to reopen.

[His voice never falters. It remains calm and professional.]

For those who do not know me, my name is Kyouya Otori. I and [he pauses, considers, and chooses his words] a friend, Haruhi Fujioka, need to join a crew.

We also bring a golden retriever.

Neither of us are combatants, and we would prefer to avoid conflict with the Navy as much as possible.

Haruhi is a capable cook, and I am a competent one. I am also extremely qualified to manage expenses and budgets. I also have decent medical knowledge.

Thank you.

[A very irritated yet defeated Ranma makes it a point to come on the journal this morning to gripe.]

Oi, I have a word of advice for all'a you bachelors an' all around good guys out there.

Next time y'decide to do somethin' out of the kindness of yer heart? Just do it an' keep on goin' with yer life. Don't stop an' let somethin' grow outta it. While I'm at it, never get married, don't agree t'get married, an' if you absolutely, positively hafta, then get it done right away.

Trust me. It'll save you a lot of headaches later.

[Boy, he doesn't sound apologetic about recent going ons at all.]

[Something has been troubling Roxas, he has a question that he really wants to get a poll on.]

I was on Candy Mountain and there was a puddle made of chocolate.

I drank some of it, because it's chocolate.

Then a turtle told me I'm weird.

Is that weird?

- Roxas

(By the way - It was delicious.)

All right, I got a couple questions for the rest of ya - for those who've been sailin' around a lot and seen everything. We got to this rainbow wall, and word has it the candy place is on the other side. Do we really gotta sing to get past it? Lemme know if it works, otherwise we sailed a long way for nothin'.

Now, what was the other thing? Oh yeah. Heard about cloud islands. That for real?

We're waitin' on our crew to get back from the contest thing, so I got time to hang out and trade information. Heard about the new bounties, too. Looks like I got work to do to get the name of Gan Ning of the Bells out there, I've got two younger guys with bigger bounties than me!

[he's not jealous, really. Just full of ego, as usual...]

[Voice. Always with the voice. A very loud voice no less. And a bit panicked.]

Guys! GUYS!!! TURTLE OVERBOARD!

I repeat! Turtle. Over. Board!

We got a situation here! I went looking for Donnie, see? Because he was perfecting this tomato and garlic pizza sauce that had a hint of spice to it and it was going to be perfect and I went into his lab space and I SWEAR I was just going to ASK him how it was going and there I was looking over his things and I didn’t touch anything, I swear, and there I was and there he wasn’t so I have been all over the ship looking for him and guys... [That was all on one breath...sorry.]

Guys!

I CAN’T FIND DONNIE!

This is a major Failtastic, ultra horrific turns of events, dudes. I think he must have fallen overboard!

[whispered...] I’m freaking out, man. Where’s Donnie?

[The sound of the journal could be heard hitting the ground. Following it was the sounds of a worried five year old turtle tot. He sounded worried, but curious as he looked around the room with hammocks that he was in.]

Hello? Raphie? Mikey? Donnie? Sensei? [Silence] Hello? Hello?

[His voice at that point was barely a whisper. But what would follow was a soft whimper. Another one was then heard until several could be heard, none of which were held back. From where he was, the five year ld turtle curled up, hugging his knees as he buried his teary eyes into them, trying to keep quiet and failing.]

[ Her voice was weak. She had just woken up after a split second of searing pain to her side coupled with...the screaming of children? What?

Her pokemon were already outside trying to do damage control. They had left her cabin door wide open so she could witness first hand what exactly as going on. But since the pain was keeping her from getting out of bed. She decided to address the guys via her journal.

Though it would help knowing what was happening with the rest of the world as well.]

Guys...? I hear children screaming on board. Did...urgh...did something happen? Is everyone alright out there? Come on guys, no messing around. You all know I can't get up. Guys? Hello?

You guys know this place isn't making the best first impression on me, right?

[She certainly hopes that the journal works the way it's supposed to. Otherwise, she's going to be feeling rather silly.] Taking me from my friends in New York just so I can hunt for that stone doesn't exactly sound like a good deal.

And I'm really not a fan of pirates.

[Mona sighs.]

But... there's really no way out of this mess, huh.

[She did a little bit of research, at least.]

So. Hold up, wait. What the heck is the date here? Do they go by the usual calendar? Because it was just April, right? That whole lame April Fools thing...that never happened, seriously, anyone mentions it and I'm gonna have to introduce my fist to their face—

[Ahem.]

...Anyway.

Is it May yet?

[Voice]

Just a few weeks. Yeah. I can do this. No problem...



[Half an hour later...]
[Written]



[Shipmates, feel free to find the poor guy sprawled out by the table in the galley. Unfortunately, don't expect much response from him over the journal. Someone's going through sugar withdrawal.]

[there is a steady wup wup wup wup sound and a clatter. Donatello sounds slightly under duress as he talks]

Hello, um...citizens...

[yeah. Not quite sure how to address his fellow kidnapees en masse yet]

Would anyone know how to safely land a flying bicycle? We're getting pretty far out here.



[ooc: Expect replies from either Donatello or Michelangelo since a flying tandem bike requires two people and it was all Mikey's idea]

[ Here's a voice that no one's heard from a long time... ]

Um hey... so it's me Calvin. The uh, 'lizard with his tail on fire' as a person called me once. I'm... not sure what happened but my head hurts. Did I wander off somewhere and lose track of time? --If you're worried, no you don't have to, I think I'll be okay. I'm just a bit confused? I'm pretty sure I ended up walking forward but ended up back where I started...? That... doesn't make any sense I'm sorry. I'll try to figure this out. But hm. Some things are also just meant to not be understood, aren't they? [ The Mystery Dungeons come to mind... It's not like this was the first time he's whited out and ended up back somewhere. ]

So... There was something else I wanted to ask. What was it again? Oh yeah, hey could you guys maybe tell me about sea life and what you do best? I'm used to traveling, but I've usually kept grounded! But I want to be useful... These boats don't look built for my size, but there's gotta be something I can do. And I want to think of that first before joining up with anyone!

[ There's suddenly a swelling of pride in his voice, which previously sounded confused and somewhat unsure. ]

But don't you worry! I may be young, but I'm already a seasoned explorer! Water can't be that much more difficult than land! [ --Even if it is quite the element to deal with; especially for him. ]

[ ooc: I'll shortly be getting to my really old tags too from my previous post; I'm sorry for the hideously long wait everyone! School murdered me but now it's PIRATES TIME. ]