"CHHHRRahh, nah Ma, I don't wanna dah stick....CHHHHNYah....Ma, I said I'd stop touching it-NOT THE STICK NOT THE STICK AHHH!"
Remmy jerked awake, the world rocking before his eyes.
"Ahhhhchrist, got drunk too much again." he mumbled, rubbing his crusted up eyes. He tried to stand, but landed on his ass in a quick hurry. His curses scared away sea-gulls that began nesting near him.
"Damn, must of been REALL'eh drunk." he said, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Christ, since when did we put a skylight in the bar?"
Dave steadily go to his feet, and looked out to see the wide expanses of the sea.
"Ahhh, always good to see mah lass when I awake. Nothing get's a day started then a look at-" he began, a content tone in his voice, but he stopped as he began to slowly rotate. Looking down, he saw that the whole floor seemed to be moving with him.
Looking out again, he saw he had made a 180 turn, and saw the shore several miles away.
"....YOU CAST ME OFF!?!?" Remmy roared, falling back into the giant cask he was in.

Meanwhile, at the Sam Cave...

Sam ran into the clearing where Falx was. "'Sup!" he greeted.
"Hello," Falx replied, reaching for a weapon.
"No no no, there's no need for that!" Sam said, stil grinning. "I just came to say hello! Might I inquire, what business has a bloodthirsty being like yourself down by the west coast?"
"Honestly, I could ask the same thing..." Falx muttered.

Falx stared at this strange man who had apparently decided to greet him. Apparently a death blade ninja, yet seemingly not involved in the conflict that was occurring between them and the pirates.

He considered his options. This man looked strong, and a match between them would probably not end well for Falx. So avoiding conflict was probably the best option for now, and if that was impossible then remaining in the shade of this tree was essential. He didn't bother to get up from the tree he was still sitting back against.

"...Aren't you supposed to be over there?" Falx indicated the shore with a slight nod. "You do know that you're under attack, right?"

Neosage:

OOC

Xandus turned around to see Remmy, treading water near the ship. Xandus picked up a glass of canadian ale and threw it at Remmy's head.

"Remmy, ya bastard!" said Xandus "You finally woke up!"

Xandus threw a rope to Remmy, which he grabbed onto and began climbed.

"Hurry up Remmy, we've got a meeting with some folks on another ship." said Xandus "Also, get Grimmie to wake up once you're aboard."

Xandus walked onto the unknown ship. A man who appeared to be the captain approached him.

"Hello there captain." said Xandus "What brings ye to these waters?"

"What? Oh, right! Damn it! Thanks! Maybe I'll kill you next time, eh?" Sam said to Falx in one short breath, then ran off in the direction of the shore. When he arrived, he greeted his underlings and set to work killing pirates and pinjas indiscriminately.
"Aaaw, this is no fun..." he moaned, stabbing a pirate in the throat with a sword then throwing his corpse at an oncoming pinja. "I wanna kill someone strong!" he glanced over and noticed someone killing ninjas with as much ease as he was pirates. "Ah, you'll do!" he said gleefully, and marched towards this new opponent, carving a path of bodies along the way.

"We are here to liberate the peasants from their rich oppressors!" Cyrus yelled back at the man they called Xandus.

"What does that even mean?" yelled a man I assumed was his first mate.

"It means, we rob the rich, and give to the poor. Like Robin Hood. Anyway, I have no intention of fighting other pirates. And, I saw those shadow people attack you. Should we team up? It would be... mutually beneficial."

IN!!!

"sounds good to me" Adrian say's agreeing with the newcomer, while polishing off his goggles and handguns.

"ninja blood doesn't come off easily" Adrian quietly mutters to himself.

Falx lay back for a while. That man had seemed stronger then anyone he had expected to find here. He might cause an imbalance in the two teams...

Still, the pirates were sure to have brought along some of their elite members as well. That ought to balance it out somewhat. And this needs to be perfectly balanced, or else there could potentially be survivors of this war.

Falx had no option thus far but to observe the war. He walked on a little further, and saw a battle going on at the beach. Apparently one of the pirate ships had landed, which seemed a disastrous mistake. The pirates from that ship were getting slaughtered, and when a new ninja arrived that looked very like the man he had just seen, matters just got worse.

Honestly, more coordination is needed if they hope to have a chance at reclaiming these shores. Don't they plan?

Falx watched for a little longer, before returning to the path and continuing along his way. He was already concentrating, for with individual members of that sort of strength, this would be harder to balance then anticipated.

He was going to arrive at the early evening, as his estimate. The pirates had reclaimed the sea of the coast, the ninjas were going to keep the land of the coast, and he would be able to watch matters more closely from then on...

"Little help?" Remmy cried, as he grabbed onto the rope as he floated by it. Getting no answer, he scaled it up by himself, tipping himself over into the boat.
"Damn bloody pirate, ships me out on a wee dingy then just let's me crawl aboard..." he mumbled, stomping to the lower decks.
He quickly located the room of deck-hands and kicked the door down, roaring as he went: "GRIMMIE! GET YAR LAZY ASS OFF AND ABOOT!"

Grimmie yelled, "GAH! THE HELL!? ARE WE BEING ATTACKED"!!!!?!?!!?!?!?

He stared at Remmy, "Dont look at me like that you swine.."...

"Indeed, an alliance would be useful for both of us." said Xandus "I look forward to working for you, Cyrus."

"So, what are you doing around these odd lands?" asked Cyrus

Xandus pointed his robotic finger to an island in the distance.

"The Brethren Court has sent me and my men on a mission to kill some merciless and cruel ninjas knows as the Death's Blade ninjas." said Xandus

Suddenly, a door opened, and Xandus turned around to see a space pirate come out.

"Ah, Cap'n Edmund!" said Xandus "You're just in time, I'd like you to meet Cyrus."

RagnorakTres:

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RagnorakTres:
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eeh... Rag? D00d?

"I'll look at yah any way I please, boy." Remmy replied, slaming the door shut. He then made his way back on deck.
"Ay, Xandus. What yah want me to be doing now, oh Captain?"

Grimmie jumped out of bed, Grumbling some in-coherent words... "Stupid.. Remmy.. Ass.."...
He walked over to the door and slammed it open, But closing it softly...
He followed Remmy up to the deck...

"Hey, you aren't captain Edmund!" said Xandus, looking at Remmy "What are you doing in his cabin?"

"I was stealin' some rum from his cabinet, sir." said Remmy, drinking a bottle of rum

"Well, where is Edmund?" said Xandus "We need him to meet our new allies."

"He's down in the bar cap'n, drinking with the others."

Xandus walked down to the bar. He opened the door, and his crew sitting about, drinking rum.

"So..." said Edmund "A pirate walks into a bar and has a steering wheel in his crouch..."

"EDMUND!" yelled Xandus "Get yourself and the rest of the crew on deck now!"

Cyrus sailed off after the conversation with Xandus. He couldn't stop thinking about him, and how strange he was. A man. Made of metal! The idea sounded like something out of Jules Verne. But, it was always good to have allies. Fogarty saw an island, on it a port. The ship pulled in, and the crew disembarked. Cyrus looked out on the village. In it, he spotted a large, ornate carriage, being escorted by several samurai. The samurai resembled lizards, but he guessed that was just par for the course here.

"Men, that must be a local land lord. This village is poor. Time to spread the wealth."

At that, Cyrus' men attacked the carriage, overrunning it easily. Inside, they found gold, silver and other valuables.

"Good job men! Now, go into town, and redistribute it among the villagers!"

Cyrus' main flaw in his plan was that he never accompanied his men, instead going back to the ship. The pirates proceeded to go into town, sell all of the loot, and get piss drunk.

Falx arrived just as it got dark. He had little need for sleep right now, as he could survive on very little. He merely slept because he liked the sensation.

Surprisingly, the battle between the ship that had landed and the ninjas occupying the area was still going on. He watched from a distance as they killed each other in a surprisingly even match.

As he watched, he became interested in a particular clash that was taking place betwee the man he had seen earlier, and a pirate. Both of them were moving with immense speeds, and the battle seemed pretty even, with the contest appearing to be who made the first mistake. All the other combatants were giving them space, and Falx grew more interested. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to watch some of the fighting styles used here.

He leaned against a wall, the shade causing him to blur at the edges, and watched.

Sam attacked with clinical precision, first slashing at the pirate's throat, then attempting to stab him in the chest, then leaping to a small distance away and throwing electrified knives at him, but all to no avail. The pirate wasn't faring any better though, and they were fighting on mostly equal ground. Sam glanced over and noticed the man he'd met in that clearing earlier.
"Oh, hey Falx!" he yelled, ducking under the pirate's sword swing, then punching him in the stomach. Hmmm... If I were to die now, I wouldn't get to fight Falx, and that would be a real shame... Sam thought. I'd better finish this guy off.
Sam jumped straight up into the air, and landed on the ground a few feet away from his opponent. He started making hand signs, while muttering under his breath. "Earth style; Bull, tiger, dog, horse, pig..." He straightened up, cut his thumb with a throwing knife and drew a circle with a japanese character inside on the ground. "Summoning: Runaway Train no Jutsu!" A train appeared, flying out of the circle Sam had drawn. It plowed through ninjas and pirates, killing them indiscriminately, before smashing into Sam's opponent before he had time to react.
"Ah, that was easy!" Sam said, and returned to murdering anonymous pirate grunts, a smile on his face.

Cyrus awoke the next morning to an almost empty ship. The only ones on-board were himself, Fogarty and a rookie named Cairne.

"Where is the rest of the crew?" Cyrus asked them.

"Still ashore, most likely passed out in the gutter." Fogarty told him, regretfully.

"I'll get them, sir." Cairne told Cyrus.

Cairne went ashore, looking for his lost ship mates. On a beach, he saw a rather interesting fight between a fellow pirate and a ninja. Not recognizing him, Cairne moved on. He found most of his shipmates passed out in an ally.

"Oi! Wake up!' Cairne shouted.

Just then, he noticed the pirates were not sleeping. They were DEAD *bu-bu-BAHHHH*

Falx was surprised. He was some distance away from the battle, in the shade of a wall, and merging with the shadows and yet this man had been able to see him. It was uncanny.

Falx hadn't heard what the man had shouted at him. He somehow made out his own name being mentioned, which also surprised him since this stranger had never been told his name. He glared at him, and then relaxed. These apparent advantages of his could be easily be manipulated.

Still, he should be left alone for now. The war was still going on, and once this attack was repelled, which was happening right now as the pirates there were now being annihilated, the pirates could start a more organized attack, and the war could continue. Then Falx could start his balancing of the two teams.

He turned his attention to the other side of the wall he was leaning against. A group of drunk pirates had apparently turned up on the other side of it, and were shouting away. It was possible he supposed that the landing of that ship was merely a diversion to allow more pirates to land elsewhere, and this seemed to fit with the theory. The drunkenness of the pirates did not.

They still seemed unnoticed save for by Falx though, so he decided to leave them for now, and see how the next attack from whichever team played out...

Remmy, after taking another swig of his rum, stumbled into the bar and right into Xandus.
"Heeeeeeeeeey hey hey hey hey CAPTAINnnnnn......when are we going to do something fun, huh? When are we, like, going to attack something? Or kill something? Or murder someone? Or burn them, or drown them, or poison them, or cut them, or insult them, or insult their mother while cutting her with a poisoned blade, or pillage something, or shit on someone's parade, or shit on someone, or bully someone, or tease someone, or rape someone (or thing), or slap someone, or stab them in their still beating hearts, or...or...dress them up!"

Xandus blinked, trying not to tear up from Remmy's breath. "What was that last one? Dress-up?" he asked with a chuckle.
Remmy grabbed Xandus' vest (cause Pirate's wear vests, don't cha know) and shoved his face into his, his blood shot eyes an inch away from Xandus'...metallic one?
"Let me ask you something, Tin-Can Captain. If you woke up in a drunken haze, stumbling around in what appears to be an oddly lit corridor, only to find that it was in fact a run-way for the Little Miss Pretty Pageant, and as you stare out at the way-too-interested male judges and whorish-mothers who prep up their kids to make up for their own failures, you start to get a slow sinking feeling. AND WOULD YOU NOT, after slowly staring down to find yourself not in the stylish-yet-practical vest and leather pants, but instead the hottest selection from Hua Yuan's Cute-Ballerina Whore tween-clothes line,
WOULD NOT A SMALL PART OF YOUR SOUL BE CRUSHED?!?

Adrian looks among the dead crew member's, picking jewelry and other valuables from there corpse's

"nice ring, you ain't going to need this anymore." Adrian say's jokingly picking a small golden ring from a pirate corpse.

"Any idea who killed them?" Adrian yells at Xandus.

Cairne ran back to his ship as fast as he could.

"Admiral, we have a big problem!" Cairne shouted to Cyrus.

"Yes, what? Spill it! Where is our crew?" Cyrus demanded.

"That's what I was going to tell you. Right now, we're the entire crew. Everyone else is dead!" Cairne reported to him.

"God dammit. How did it happen?" Fogarty asked.

"I don't know. Maybe you guys should come and check it out." Cairne proposed.

At that, the three men left the ship. At the site, they saw the crew of the Kraken Slayer scavenging the dead men.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Those are our men!" Fogarty yelled to a man in goggles.

"And your point is?" Adrian say's jokingly to man questioning him, still gazing at the ring.

small, made of gold, amazing craftsmanship, probably fetch a few hundred piece's of silver Adrian thinks to himself.

"His point, is that those rings and gold rightfully belong to us." Cyrus says as he steps out behind Fogarty. "And, as such, belong to the people of this village. Did you mug our men while they were redistributing this gold?"

"I didn't mug them." Adrian say's still chuckling in exicetment about the wealth he was uncovering. "Every one was dead when we got here, I figured they wouldn't be needing this jewelery up in cloud city."

"He's right sir. These guys weren't here before." Cairne confirms the man in the goggles story.

"Alright. But, my point remains. That stuff is ours. Fork it over." Cyrus tells him.

Adrian walk's over towards Cyrus and hands him the ring.

"take it, I'll find more ring's later in life." Adrian lets out a small chuckle.

Falx had wandered away from the shore again, a little preoccupied with the events of the night before.

After he had heard enough of the drunken pirates behind him, he had left the shadows of the wall and expected them not to notice him. But in fact they had noticed him, which was a problem as in their drunken state they had all charged him without thinking. He was in no position to run away, and so had backed into the shadows of the wall again, and they had all charged into them and started waving their swords around in it.

Falx was not happy about this. He had intended to leave those pirates alone, but they had gone too far. Although the shadows were deep enough for him to evade harm effortlessly, disrupting the shadows was intolerable.

Falx had withdrawn his sickle and cut the throats of every last pirate that had entered, the shadows deep enough to give him a near unstoppable advantage. He had strewn then around the place, throwing their limp bodies out of the shadows that they had dared to disrupt.

He was considering whether this had been a mistake. It was very possible that he had offset the balance, and that wouldn't do at all. He may need to find and eradicate some of the ninjas come nightfall, which would admittedly be easier to predict then a load of drunken idiots.

He was currently sitting in a very dark bedroom in a local tavern. The man running the tavern had been unable to suitably accommodate for any other guests, with the inability to provide candles, or even windows, making it dark all day. But Falx could creep around in it without the owner even noticing thanks to that wonderful darkness. He decided that if at all possible, he would use this as an ambush point: the shadows reached pitch black in places, giving him a magnificent advantage.

The owner was blissfully unaware that Falx was even there, and Falx doubted he would care anyway. After all, who would mind their spare room being used for sleep in the day? It's not as if he'd be able to see any difference anyway, and Falx had no interest in his things. If he did, he wouldn't bother keeping the owner alive...

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Remmy, after taking another swig of his rum, stumbled into the bar and right into Xandus.
"Heeeeeeeeeey hey hey hey hey CAPTAINnnnnn......when are we going to do something fun, huh? When are we, like, going to attack something? Or kill something? Or murder someone? Or burn them, or drown them, or poison them, or cut them, or insult them, or insult their mother while cutting her with a poisoned blade, or pillage something, or shit on someone's parade, or shit on someone, or bully someone, or tease someone, or rape someone (or thing), or slap someone, or stab them in their still beating hearts, or...or...dress them up!"

Xandus blinked, trying not to tear up from Remmy's breath. "What was that last one? Dress-up?" he asked with a chuckle.
Remmy grabbed Xandus' vest (cause Pirate's wear vests, don't cha know) and shoved his face into his, his blood shot eyes an inch away from Xandus'...metallic one?
"Let me ask you something, Tin-Can Captain. If you woke up in a drunken haze, stumbling around in what appears to be an oddly lit corridor, only to find that it was in fact a run-way for the Little Miss Pretty Pageant, and as you stare out at the way-too-interested male judges and whorish-mothers who prep up their kids to make up for their own failures, you start to get a slow sinking feeling. AND WOULD YOU NOT, after slowly staring down to find yourself not in the stylish-yet-practical vest and leather pants, but instead the hottest selection from Hua Yuan's Cute-Ballerina Whore tween-clothes line,
WOULD NOT A SMALL PART OF YOUR SOUL BE CRUSHED?!?

Occ

"Aright, that's enough body looting for now." said Xandus "We've got ninjas to kill. Nasty, sneaky ninjas."

Xandus got his crew together and pulled out a map. He laid the map on a corpse and rolled it open. The map showed the entire eastern coast of Japan in stunning detail.

"Now, a little bird told me that the Death's Blade ninjas where last spotted here."

Xandus pointed his metal finger at a jungle on the map.

"That." said Xandus "Is where we are going."

"Uh, boss..." said Remmy "I'm not really comfertable going to a place called 'The Forbidden Jungle filled with Evil Serpents'."

"Oh, that's just a name." said Xandus, picking up his map "It's really filled with Evil Demons."

With the jewelry back, the Elysium crew investigated the bodies. Their throats had been cut, but the weapon they had been cut by eluded the men.

"They were each killed with one slice. Whoever did this was good." Fogarty reported.

"Must have been a ninja. Bastards are crawling all over this place." Cyrus told them.

"You know, I think I might know who killed them." Cairne tells them. "I saw a man, a ninja, fighting another man on the beach. The weapon he was using definitely could have done this."

"What did he look like?" Cyrus asked.

"Uhh, young. Younger than me. About 5 and a half feet tall. Long, black hair." Cairne tells them.'

"Fogarty, send for reinforcements. Five ships. Cairne, we are going to find this ninja."