Laughter and merriment echoed through the blazing meadow as Malakaus danced and spun around many coming lads and lasses, occasionally hitting one with his fist as they tried to gut him. The euphoric dance would at some times turn into a very heated battle, skirmishes between the skits, only to change into a new challenge faster than Malakaus could remember them. Soon he found himself on a great throne, and underneath him was Numidium, the Brass God. He controled the mountain-sized creature as he tore through the country side, crushing enemies beneath his feet and destroying their ramparts with blasts from his many weapons. He relished in the destruction until he was suddenly awaken, his first instict was to start swinging. This made him clock a fellow pirate in the jaw, knocking him out. [b]"Ah shit. What?"[/b]

Rubbing his head, Malakaus looked around. It seemed that he somehow found himself on the poop deck surrounded by unconscious pirates. Some had bruises on their faces suggesting that he punched them, others simply seem to be asleep. Malakaus was about to leave when he decided that he'd help himself to some of his fellow men of merriment and riffled through their pockets. As he was looking through his loot, he found a note directed towards him. Apparently the caption wanted to see him. [b]"Oh? What about?"[/b] Malakaus stored his loot away in his personal chest and headed off towards the captain's cabin. Before he did leave, he took the time to put on his armed pants and gauntlets, and strapped his wazatashi to his belt. Just in case.