# Ch.43: Ship to Gibraltar
In the water of the rising sun... (Not actually)
After doing the mandatory morning workout and having breakfast,
the nudist furry foxes were invited to the library.
F2: Oh, are we going to watch a movie?
Z: More or less, yes.
F6: Can I have that candy from the last time?
G: Sure thing.
Guy have her a bag of alegria.
F4: How about me?
F2: I also want that!
F3: I think some would be nice.
Everyone got a bag and sat down.
F5: What are we going to watch now?
J: Remember the first king?
F1: Of course, sir.
J: That was rhetorical! Anyways, he finally managed to lure in the emperor.
Now he will try to defeat him.
The projector turned on. It showed a room, dark and cold.
F4: I don't see much going on.
J: Have some patience! We are seeing through the king's eyes.
The emperor should arrive any moment now.
Five minutes later...
F5: Ugh, what is taking the emperor so long?
F3: Maybe he wanted to go to the restroom before?
F4: Oh, there he is!
J: *zzz*
Zack hit Jack with a newspaper.
J: Ah, I'm up... Oh, finally! *grabs popcorn*
The emperor went through the door. The king was waiting.
A helmet obscured his head, and he had a gun on his hand.
E11: Gallant! What have you done to the land!?
K306: What had to be done.
E11: You fool! You cretin! You just destroyed centuries of work!
K306: But for whom? Did you ever care about the proles?
E11: Ask that yourself! They way or living was destroyed!
Peace isn't free, and you decided to end it!
K306: Ha! What peace? I went for justice, and if you want some, bring it in.
E11: Ugh, gladly!
The doors closed, and so they started fighting.
Autocannon in hand, the king tried getting in some shots,
some grazed, but most were dodged.
E11: Is that third generation tech!? Where did you get it from!?
K306: Just some random blokes. Mind to keep going?
E11: YOU WILL TELL ME, TRAITOR!
The emperor quickly approached.
They kept going for a few minutes.
The king managed to get in some more grazing cuts and shots,
but not so much could be said for him, taking the emperor's fists head on.
Eventually, enough of his ribs were cracked that he could no longer stand up.
K306: *cough* ...For someone who looks like and old man, you have plenty of fight.
E11: *Grabs him by the collar (the shirt collar, he isn't a dog)*
Do not underestimate your superiors. Now, where did you get those guns from?
K306: I think there is another thing you may want to know.
Mainly that all those blades and shots were poisoned.
E11: WHAT!?
K306: Now, you may be noticing that a lot of your wounds aren't gone,
...And that the air is filled with about a dozen toxins.
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E11: Moron! This still isn't enough to kill me,
but you aren't surviving this one! What was your big plan?
K306: Don't worry about that... Someone else will finish the job.
Now how about you relax?
E11: No, how about I'm out!
E11 kicked the gates, but they didn't budge.
K306: ...Feeling weak? By the way... Could you bring me some water?
I am kind of bleeding out in here.
E11: Ugh, my head... Do you think the gods won't scan your soul after you die?
K306: I'm sure they figured it out... Do you have a rose?...
I would love to die with a rose...
And then Dale fell unconscious.
F6: *sleeping*
F1: *clap, clap, clap*
F5: Eh, I give it a six point five out of ten.
J: Did you get why fighting directly with an emperor is a bad idea?
F4: Yeah...
J: Now I must figure out how to catch his soul. Hmm...
How about I use a sponge?
G: Well, I don't quite understand how your soul magic works,
but that sounds rather sadistic.
J: A sponge it is, then!
The king's soul was placed inside a sponge.
Now, the moment nobody has been waiting for...
An emperor's mind being harassed by a pool of slime.
The master rules the grand chessboard. In the square of the king he sits,
moving the pieces to achieve an ineffable scheme inside the endless grid.
To those below him, he may be a god. To those above him,
he's just an arrogant kid.
A simple cloud appears to cast a shadow on him.
E11: Ugh, I really bungled up that one.
The cloud speaks.
Z: In three hundred years more than a thousand were lost.
State your defense.
E11: Who's there?
Z: It doesn't matter. You should answer.
E11: Um... Well, you must admit they were easier times back then.
Z: So is death.
E11: So extremist! W-what's wrong with having a simple life?
Z: That is physically impossible.
E11: W-well, how did I do it then!?
Z: Out of sight, out of mind. The problems didn't disappear.
E11: You must be kidding me! I ended crime! I made all the streets clean!
Nobody starved! What else could you possibly want!?
Z: It seems very clear that you did not understand, even in a thousand years.
E11: Y-you're just talking crazy! What kind of trial is this!?
Z: Your last one. Do you have any finishing remarks?
E11: Well, I just can't imagine that there's anything I missed.
Z: And would you be inclined to see?
E11: What? N-no way, people are just born-
Bad choice of words. Lightning struck him twice in a row,
which pretty much turned him into toast.
F6: *yawn* ...Did something happen? I fell asleep.
F5: Just the usual. Some king fought against an emperor,
and a kid was killed by lightning.
F6: Oh, alright. Can I have some more candy?
G: You already ate a lot. Any more would hurt your stomach.
F6: Awww.
F3: Why did you show us this?
J: Mainly so you could see how we do things. We ask stupid questions,
we get stupid answers, and they get killed. Also I gut them.
F4: That doesn't sound very fair...
J: Bah! They had literal centuries to stop being riffraff.
If they keep behaving like it after that, it is well deserved,
as I have limited patience and time.
F2: Wait, what about you, 'C'?
G: ...You just have to cut your losses after a while. Sorry for that.
F2: Well, I guess I can't blame you. *feeling down*
J: Now, I don't care about this child's memories,
so I will just do a quick hack on him and be back in a few hours.
See ya. *leaves*
F1: What are we going to do now?
Z: You should already know what to do.
G: Just find something interesting! We are mostly waiting around so you coul-
*Looking at screen* OH GOD WHAT IS THAT THING!?
Z: Those are some fifteen-metre waves. You should probably brace-
F4 grabbed the leg of a table bolted to the floor.
F4: I did it! What do I do now!?
Z: ...Within the next ten minutes.
F4: Oh.
Z: The weather seems so be worsening, so I will try submerging the ship.
F4: You can do that!?
Z: ...
Z: Stop asking such stupid things.
F3: I think that I will be going to the bathroom now.
Z: Go on. But bear in mind that I will be flooding the lower decks,
so do not go there.
After protecting everything in the decks that wouldn't survive being soaked,
The ship successfully submerged and went under the waves.
The foxes were still at the library.
F2: Now I can't see out of the window! How deep are we?
G: Five miles deep. That's seven and a half-
Z: One hundred metres. We are a hundred metres deep.
F6: So five miles are a hundred meters?
Z: ...
G: I was kidding!
Never trust imperial units. They have ruined at least one Martian mission.
Just kidding.