JohnWillStab walked up onto the deck, it was getting dark when the crew began placing oil lanterns around the ship, so far they managed to sail far enough to make the city no longer visible, though the ship was by no means fast.

JohnWillStab marched up to a nearby table and sat down clutching his head with both hands.

"Up..."

"Down..."

"Up..."

"Down..."

JohnWillStab's thoughts were overtaken by the feeling of weak nausea.

"I would have never expected sea sickness..." John sighed feeling the ship rock back and forth.

"Yo!" Alex exclaimed walking onto the deck.

He was dressed in what looked like pirate clothes with a striped shirt and white shorts.

"It is I, Alex-Blondbeard," he laughed whipping Thal out.

"I'm not saying it..." Thal said bitterly.

"Come on, buddy!"

"No!"

"Please?"

"NEVER!"

Alex let out a sigh.

"And this is Thal! The great demon sabre!" Alex exclaimed bringing Thal out and showing off his new form.

Thal was now a fancy Saber, The number of gems stayed the same, but the blade got longer and thinner, plus the guard changed slightly.

"Wait, Thal can transform?!" asked John.

"My mass and composition have to stay the same, but other than that I'm free to shape this sword..." Thal replied.

Somewhere in the ship, a loud explosion rang out.

"NOT AGAIN!" cried the captain running downstairs.

"DON'T LEAVE THE STEERING WHEEL!" exclaimed John running after him.

Alex remained on the surface and looked around the sky which was quickly becoming ridden with clouds.

"Guys... I think this may be bad..." He said as his face suddenly became illuminated by a flash of lightning before the sound of the pitter-patter of rain began.

"Greg! No!" cried the captain, the body of a male harpy lay before him, a large slash to the throat and a bullet hole to the chest.

"What's going on?!" asked John running after him.

The captain didn't reply for a bit,

"If I tell them there's a killer on board there's no way they'd agree to sail to Arlepia! But this might be my only shot!" thought the captain.

"Ehhh..."

"Well... you see..."

"Uhm..."

JohnWillStab waited for an answer.

"I-it was a suicide!" he exclaimed finally.

JohnWillStab glanced over to the body.

"So the man slit his throat and shot himself?" asked John with a raised eyebrow.

"Precisely!" exclaimed the captain.

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"Guys!" the sound of Alex's voice called out from the deck brought John and the captain back to reality, they rushed over and saw Alex pointing up to the mast.

"There's somebody hanging up there!" he exclaimed pointing at the man struggling with the rope around his throat.

The captain tried letting the rope down but thanks to the flash of lightning he was able to see that he wasn't hanging by a rope but rather by his own intestines.

"What the hell's going on?!" demanded JohnWillStab.

"This... may not be a suicide..." said the captain apologetically.

"YOU DON'T THINK!?" exclaimed John.

"Look, I'm sure this is just a once- well... twice-off thing!" assured the captain.

That's when JohnWillStab saw it, from the water a humanoid lept onto the deck, with blade-like claws it pounced at the hanging man tearing him to shreds.

The sickening sound of crunching and snapping accompanied by the sensation of blood and rainwater mixing on their faces ensured the captain would send his breakfast off on a journey over the edge of the ship.

"At least it's better than seasickness..." said JohnWillStab grabbing his daggers.

"I had to get a random crappy dagger since my old one was destroyed by Arthur..."

JohnWillStab focused in on the creature and used manoeuvre to swap places before slicing down.

Much to his surprise, the monster did the same, appearing behind John.

With the speed you'd expect from a video game character John planted his fist behind him only to feel a pair of daggers dice his hand.

With his feet he kicked himself away from the creature, landing on the deck, he tried to pull off a fancy landing where he'd roll just before hitting the ground, but he broke his other hand instead.

"Alright!" he looked over to his hand which was torn to shreds.

"Looks like I may be a little under-powered for the enemy..." John sighed.

"YOU THINK?!" demanded the captain as he grabbed him and Alex by the collars and dragged them below deck.

As he ran, the captain screamed as loud as he could.

"Everyone! go to room A-One!" he exclaimed.

Moments later both he and all the remaining people headed into the designated room.

Ponytail man, John, Alex, Jordan, the captain, Grim, NoPissBottles and three more crew members.

"Is this it?" asked the captain.

Another person ran in, they kicked the door open and leapt onto the floor, covering their eyes and ears.

"The others! Everyone in the storage room is dead! Torn to shreds!" he exclaimed.

Quickly the captain shut the door.

"Get the furniture over here!" he exclaimed gesturing towards the dresser by the door.

Jordan and Alex did as instructed and dragged the large dresser over to the door.

The captain broke away from the door allowing them to block it.

"Alright, men!... a-and woman... one woman, ehhhh... we're in a bit of trouble..." the captain began.

"MOST OF US ARE DEAD!" Grim exclaimed.

"Yes, though that's not exactly out of the norm for us..." the captain shrugged.

NoPissBottles finally snapped, he stood up, grabbed his mace and pointed it at the captain.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room as the ship rocked.

"Alright! Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on or I'm breaking that door open and finding out myself!" exclaimed the aggravated human.

Through the window, a monstrous face bathed in blood and gore appeared.

It smashed the glass with its hand and grabbed NoPissBottles by the throat with both hands as it started pulling him out.

NoPissBottles resisted as much as he could by grabbing onto the metal window frame but the creature was too powerful.

"Ach!" NoPissBottles let out a dry choking sound as the monster deprived him of air and buried its nails into his skin.

JohnWillStab tossed his dagger at the creature, it was able to deflect one, but the other finally stabbed into its arm causing it to let go of NoPissBottles and return to the water with a splash.

"The wardrobe! Push it over the window!" JohnWillStab exclaimed gesturing to Jordan who did as John instructed.

NoPissBottles fell to the ground and gasped heavily.

"What the fuck was that!?" he demanded.

"Fuck if I know..." John replied looking over to the captain who shook his head.

"Guys..." Alex began.

"What now?" asked John.

"I need to take a piss..." Alex replied.

Everyone stood silent.

"He's not pissing in this room, that's for damn sure!" exclaimed NoPissBottles still wielding his mace and pointing it at people like a revolver in a cowboy movie.

"No, no, this... this might be our chance, we are low on food and water!" exclaimed the captain earning a dirty look from everyone including Alex.

"What?!" asked the captain looking around the room.

"Wait... they didn't think I mean-"

"I DIDN'T MEAN THE PISS! WE HAVE SUPPLIES TO LAST US WEEKS JUST BELOW US!" exclaimed the captain.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's just bust a hole in the ground!" suggested NoPissBottles.

"Good luck! This ship is built to resist anything short of a lightning strike!" laughed the captain.

NoPissBottle grinned, "Is that so?" he asked lifting his arm before bringing the mace down onto the wooden floor making all the dust and dirt to fly off the ground but otherwise causing nothing more than a slight jitter in the floor and sending a reverb back up his hand.

Everyone in the room except John coughed and sneezed because of the dust in the air.

"Nice, dumbass..." Jordan complained wiping his nose with his sleeve.

"At least I'm trying to come up with something, asshole!" exclaimed NoPissBottles.

"Yeah, something stupid! We need to figure out a way to get the food-" Jordan was interrupted by Alex "And take a piss".

"-As soon as possible or we'll die here!" he exclaimed.

NoPissBottles let out a pissed off sigh.

"You know what! Fine! What do you suggest!?" he demanded crossing his arms and leaning in towards Alex.

"Let's draw hairs!" exclaimed JohnWillStab.

Everyone remained silent.

JohnWillStab plucked a few hairs from his head, each one was of varying length.

"Everyone plucks one hair at random!" exclaimed John holding out his closed fist full of hairs.

"Wait, is longer better or shorter?" asked Alex.

"The shortest hair goes to find food and stuff," John explained.

"I hope it's me because I really need to take a piss!" thought Alex.

"Fine..." Jordan said walking up to John.

He grabbed a single hair from his fist.

He held it out and showed that it was medium length.

"Looks like I'm not going to be the one to go... too bad... I bet sea monsters are weak to fire..." thought Jordan.

Next came up the four crew-members.

Each one pulled out medium or long hairs, most breathed sighs of relief at the sight.

The captain came up next.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I really don't want to go! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" thought the captain as he grabbed John by the ponytail and pulled out one long strand of hair.

"Ow! What the fuck, man!?" John demanded.

"I got a long one!" exclaimed the captain.

Alex walked up to JohnWillStab and with the tips of his fingers plucked out a single eyebrow hair.

"WHAT THE FUCK, ALEX!?"

"I'M SORRY! I REALLY NEED TO TAKE A PISS!" Alex exclaimed.

"WE WOULD HAVE LET YOU GO WITH WHOEVER DREW THE SHORT HAIR ANYWAY!" John exclaimed.

"Oh..."