Oh no! I thought, being dragged away by a burly, very smelly man to man a horrible, decrepit ship by the name of The Floating Broccoli. Looking back, I can't fathom why I didn't fight back. Perhaps it was fear of the competitor I was supposed to face, a distant relative of Talderoy, given the title "Glacier". Well, before I could regain conciousness, I was there. Taking just one step on the darned vessel, my foot sank. Turns out, they took really bad care of the ship, to point of an infamous case of deck-rot. But I had other problems to face. The crew looked incredibly hostile, one even chewing on what I could only hope was a rat's carcass.

"What you looking at, Fishbelly?" said the rat man. "Perhaps you would be able to get that horrible little expression of your face, Newbie. Now swab the deck!"  it bellowed. Taking no more notice, I made a horrible decision. I punched the  man a well blow in the gut and made a run for it. Rushing, I pushed aside several boozing crewmates and charged. I almost got to the board, too, except a large group of  rogues boarding at the moment pointed thirteen pistols at my face.

 "Did you really think you could get away that easily from this boat? I guess we'll have to knock some sense into this recruit, huh?" asked a man taller than the rest, probably designated as a leader.

"Yeah!" bellowed back the crew.