Victor, who has been quiet since telling his story, also turns to look at the ship. He does not recognize the flag. Judging by the others' reactions, they were not expecting this either.
"Have... any of you seen this ship before?" he asks.
Tbh I never really hated his minigames in the original, but they did make them better in the remake.(At the mention of a boat approaching, Ira panics a bit and starts to shift into the orange dragon form he had earlier, but once he sees that the boat is definitely not Cleo's ship, he stops.)
Not one I've seen, no. (Ira tells Victor.) Hope they're friendly...
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here.""I... I guess I'd better greet these newcomers." Melvin gulps.
He goes to the bow, the front, and calls to the other ship.
"You there! Who goes there? State your business!"
Very good kitty"Don't drop the anchor yet," says Melvin. "We may need to run away. But sure, bring in the sails."
He turns his attention back to the other ship. "We're slowing down for ya! Please state your business!"
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Very good kitty"I...—wait a minute..." That seal on the sails...not only has Ezekiel seen it before, he knows it well. He approaches the side of the Zenpance, bewildered as to why one of Kharland's ships looks to be trying to accost them.
"That's one of Kharland's," he hisses in warning to the rest of the crew, gripping the hilt of his sword. They might be after the Egg, or one of the crew...or perhaps even him.
"Cous," Melvin looks at Duane fearfully. "You know where this ship is from? What do they want with us?"
Very good kittyAt this point, the crew's ship has been brought closer into the wind, and they're continuing to slow down. Tom holds the wheel steady, watching the other ship carefully for any indications of intent. He'd really rather not lose this ship, particularly while he was steering it, but really under any circumstances.
Tom wondered if they had rowboats onboard, just in case.
I need to update these things more oftenThere is only a single row of currently closed gunports, Sven will notice. He'll also notice the ship's name painted in relatively small lettering, just above the gunports - Flower of Kharland.
At almost the same moment the Zenpance lowers its sails, the Flower of Kharland does likewise. Two crew members stride over to the side of the ship as Melvin calls for them to explain their business. One is a young human woman, pale and scruffily dressed, with a wild tangle of bright red hair emerging from under her only well-kept piece of clothing - a rather oversized tricorn hat, the Kharlandic royal seal emblazoned on it, that may as well scream to observers, "I'M THE CAPTAIN, DONCHAKNOW?" Her companion, a much darker-skinned, much tidier, but similarly youthful human male, moves in almost perfect lockstep with his captain. The two of them pore over the motley crew on the decrepit boat next to them, the woman with an excited gleam in her grey eyes, the man with a much more deadpan expression.
The two share a few hushed sentences, far too quiet for someone an entire boat away to hear. Then the captain turns to Melvin and calls back to him:
"Sennen, Princess of Kharland! We were wondering, d'you have any idea why everyone and their mother seems to be coming here?"
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!(A princess? What do they want? Are they gonna hurt us?) Before that train of thought fully consumed him, he shook his head and tried to face the newcomers with something that's supposed to resemble defiance. (… I have Mr. Splooshy now. H-He'll protect me…)
If I don't clash, I don't change. The world ends at my borders, and the best moments slip away.Sven is momentarily suprised by the woman on board saying she's a princess, considering his earlier observation. However, he quickly shakes himself out of this headspace and goes back to scanning the ship. When he reads the ship's name, he turns to the crew and asks...
Does the "Flower of Kharland" ring a bell to any of you?
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Gabrielle, almost unconsciously, genuflects upon the appearance of the princess.
Congratulations, Gabby. You look like a goddamn idiot, she thinks, catching herself and getting back up.
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside"Ahhhhh, the runaway princess." Ezekiel smiles, relaxing himself and pulling his hand from off his hilt. As far as he was aware, she was barely affiliated with Kharland, though it is something of a surprise to see her out this far away from her home. Then again, he could just keep missing her in his own local waters...the sea is like that sometimes, often guaranteeing many potentially interesting stories are not to occur, perhaps to prevent overcrowding in the market of stories and rumors.
"It's nothing of much note," Ezekiel answers, now pressing himself against the railing, "just the transference of some gold to pay off a debt our captain owed another." He mock-scans the horizon to help convey his next 'point': "As for any other vessels, I cannot say..."
(Ira nervously looks around as Ezekiel gestures around the horizon. Fortunately, he doesn't see Cleo's ship as Zeke says this.)
(But at this point, Cleo's boat is in hot pursuit.)
And you said the boat looks like an old, run-down looking one? (Cleo asks Esmeralda.)
Uh huh. (Esmeralda says.)
And we're heading toward Aetate, right? (Cleo asks the frilled lizard navigator.) We aren't going the wrong direction again?
Yep. Not looking at the map while half-asleep again... (Fernando says.)
(Cleo sighs.) They're almost certainly going to beat us to the egg piece again...I just hope we can actually catch them before they leave...
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."

Sven, seeing the ship, decides to sprint to the side of the boat to get a better look at it. He's looking for, primarily, how armed the ship is, and where its name is written.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.