...Huh!? Captain, look!
Huh? What?
-Strifebeard turns in his seat to see the group at the door-
-He hurriedly gets up and pulls his Wrecker Blade off his back, assuming a position Cloud might be all too familiar with-
You lot!? How did you escape your cage!?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-There's at least 6 armed men, not including Strifebeard, and a swabbie-
-He promptly swabs the fuck out of the room, though, so he doesn't count-
-If perfume still isn't loaded in Cloud's nose, he can tell that the crew definitely uses all that perfume for a reason-
-(they stink)-
-But he's otherwise human-
Phirohohoho! You think I'll surrender just like this? I'm the pirate Strifebeard! Worth 67,000,000 Beri! I've got my pride, and I'm not just going to give myself in to a few jailbreakers!
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-These are a long-ass flight of stairs.-
-After a long, exhausting ascension, the group find themselves in a vast, bustling champer-
-Many glass orbs and tubes line the upper levels of the chamber, all connected, all filled with sparking clouds, all ascending through the tubes, up into the ceiling.-
-Various monitors and dials and doohickeys dot the chamber, with gruff-looking pirates wearing, lab coats over their usual attire, hurriedly skitter about the facility, staring at gauges and meters and feverishly writing on notepads-
-On a raised platform in the center, is a broad-looking figure, staring at all the tubework, primarily concealed from where the group is standing-
Can't you deadweights work any faster!? Our output would be at least 30% more efficient and productive if you lot weren't so lazy!

THANK YE.......THANK.......YE.......
-His final breath leaves his lips, the trinket slides from his hand and clatters to the floor, and his head slumps.-
-And thus, the story of Dougal McArschloch, seventh son of Derby McArschloch, of the Highland McArschlochs, comes to a fitting end.-
edited 15th May '15 9:33:19 PM by MacDuffy