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. The mink’s ears perked up at the sounds of his crew mates calling to both him and Jackal, even with the rushing waters splashing around the sides of their small rowboat. The severity of the situation had caught up with the mink, whose eyes widened at everything going on around them, and forcing the mink to retract his blade before lifting it up over his head once more. Looking back to Jackal and then back to the ship they were heading towards, Itim ignored everything that his crew mates were saying to him as none of their words processed through the mink’s mind. At the great speed that they were going at, Itim took a deep, nervous breath in and out, like a bull who was ready to charge, before swinging his arm and thus the sword forward, directly to the side of the large vessel of which the other members of the crew were standing on. Itim’s sword unhinged from its locks, each section of the blade unfastening from the one below to reveal the chain held within all in mid air, a loud sharp schwing sound echoing around the area only to be followed by the loud sound of a thud in the side of the ship. Itim’s fanged mouth smirked upon seeing him hit his mark, and prompted the large mink to ultimately tug and pull at the handle of the sword to pull off what he needed it to do.

Jackal, whose ears had not picked up anything up until this point as the sound of splashing waves had become the only thing echoing inside them, had his eyes turned wide by the actions of his fellow crew mate. The monk kept kicking his feet against the ocean beneath him, even as his eyes followed the chain that was now lodged into the starboard side of the much larger boat. Nothing of the mad hound’s actions made sense. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?! WE CAN’T STOP NOW!” The scarred man called out to the mink in the midst of all the commotion surrounding them at this point. Letting a loud gruff at Jackal, Itim looked back for only a moment at his monk friend before returning it to the ship in front of them. “WHO SAID WE’RE STOPPING, LITTLE MAN?”

The tip of the sword had impaled the side of the ship at a diagonal manner, a feat just precise and strong enough to allow Itim the ability to begin lifting the rowboat currently manned by both the mink and Jackal. The small vessel would soon quiet of loud, rushing and splashing waves, where only creaking and loud winds could be heard replacing the sounds of water as Itim lifted the rowboat into the air. The chain within his blade would snap straight with loud clinks of metal, and Itim could be heard grunting as his arms flexed to propel the boat upwards and sideways with the momentum that had been built by the boat’s increased speed by the two of the earlier.

Without having much to say on the matter, Jackal gritted his teeth to point that a crackle sound escaped in between those ivories. The aura that had up until this point been coating him in the animalistic features dissipated, fading away as if they’d never been there in the first place while the man himself frantically made his back towards the boat, grabbing onto whatever support his hands could manage to latch onto. The monk was finding himself lying with half his body onto the tiller as the other was left dangling on the side of the small boat as they took off. It was thus that the two members of the Cheeky Pirates found themselves being propelled across the air, one hanging on by a thread while the other steered the boat with all his might. Like being tied by the end of a rope, the chain kept the two boats connected as it lifted them into the skies and began moving in a crescent pathway, ever upwards as it did. With the combined momentum and strength to keep the boat in check, the boat moved from one side of the much larger vessel, towards the front, passed the stern and was quickly approaching the other side. “HUAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!” As if their approach wasn’t eye-catching enough, the sound of two grown men screaming out from the top of their lungs in unison, filling the atmosphere as Itim stared back at the monk for a moment, finding that Jackal was still being able to hold on. Almost as if on queue, the two pirates gaze switched to that of the crew that they were so gracefully circling, both of them realising that they had to act if they didn’t want to find themselves as two blood red specks at the side of the Cheeky Pirates’ ship.

Timing with the rowboat’s path around the ship, Itim flicked the chain back and unlocked its grip from the side of the boat, only to flick it once more in similar fashion to before in order to fling and grapple the deck of the boat with his blade. The blade extended and hit in swift timing, the same thud noise landing just near the crew mates on board which perked Itim’s ears up once more. With the sound of success, Itim yanked himself forward towards the point that his blade had met the ship, and pulled himself off of the flying rowboat destined to break into millions of splinters elsewhere. While he could have had the chance to signal to Jackal to grab onto him so that both of them would arrive in the same fashion, the thought had obviously slipped Itim’s mind, as the mink paid no attention to the monk just on the other end of the small, flying vessel. “GET OUT THE WAY LITTLE PEOPLE!” Itim cried out as he flew through the air. Suddenly finding himself being left alone on the doomed vessel that had brought them here, Jackal’s eye couldn’t possibly turn any wider, mouth gaping in unison but obviously being too shocked to even usher anything, as he witnessed the mink making his way on towards the larger boat. They were on bad terms, sure, but this was a whole other level of cruel. Gritting his teeth as the monk kept flying off further and further away from the others, Jackal opened his hands to let go of the boat before stomping his legs into the open air surrounding him… then another… and another. Somehow, the monk was maneuvering across the skies with one step at the time, the world around him spinning as he wasn’t even sure if he “walking” upright or from another direction entirely. Using the momentum at hand, Jackal found himself being lounged across the air and towards the boat before he was no longer able to hold his balance. Head spinning, the world around his shaking, the monk’s arms reached out to grab onto anything at this point. He was in luck. Jackal’s hands found themselves latching onto what felt a sturdy but furry framework, not realising until moments later that he was grabbing onto the back of the same mink that had left him moments earlier.

“Y-oOU FHHYWHACCKKING LEFT MEEEH!!” Jackal screamed out and into the sensitive ears of the mink, being all too delirious from the wild ride. “EH. GET OFF ME.” Itim screamed as he momentarily let go of the handle of his blade. Twisting and turning mid air, Itim tried to reach for the monk that grabbed onto his back, causing the two to rocket through the air and towards the deck. His furry arms tried ever so hard to reach over his shoulders, but the monk’s size seemed just small enough to evade the gauntlets that tried to grab him so. All that the Cheeky Pirate crew members could see was the two spinning through the air as a blur of orange and black passed over their heads to wherever fate decided to be their landing spot.