Far away from the concerns of the smug and the edgy, Captain Pierrot was loaded to bear with ill-gotten swag. With five bottles of expensive champagne under each arm and a sack filled with expensive jewellery slung over his back, Pierrot rattled loudly with every step. With the clientèle and employees of the Akiyama Host Club in chains behind them, a squad of Lubbers cheered and cajoled their way out of the club. Once outside, both the Lubbers and their captives shimmered brightly and disappeared. Pierrot and his haul came and went shortly after.

On the top deck of [i]The Albatross[/i], Pierrot, the Lubber Patrol, and their haul whirled back to reality. Both Pierrot's loot and the Lubbers' captives were led belowdecks with little fuss or ceremony. There was a pregnant pause aboard [i]The Albatross[/i], as everyone looked to Pierrot for [i]something[/i] to report.

[b][color=indianred]"WE GOT T'PLATINUMSCHLAGER!"[/color][/b] Pierrot roared, holding up a gleaming silver bottle. Pierrot's crew burst into wild applause, and fine stolen alcohol was passed around to all those present.

[b][h1][center]2 of 5 Black Map Pieces collected.[/center][/h1][/b]

 [b][color=indianred]"SKIPPER,"[/color][/b] Pierrot called to the cheerfully-quaffing Skipper, [b][color=indianred]"Bring us round to t'next piece, sharpish!"[/color][/b]
 
 [color=lightblue][i]"Next piece's out at, wossname, [b]religious[/b] place,"[/i][/color] Skipper grumbled, [color=slategray][i]"S'like a temple or summat!"[/i][/color]
 [color=green]"Well, woss der priests look like?"[/color] asked a burly, piggish crewman.
 [color=lightblue][i]"Dey's all bald an' wearin' [b]orange[/b] clothes!"[/i][/color]
 [color=blue]"That could be [i]anyone[/i],"[/color] cried a monstrously corpulent crewman. [color=blue]"how do we know they aren't Time Monks or Brothers of Blood?!"[/color]
 A worried murmur rose up around the assembly. Captain Pierrot fired a frighteningly loud shot into the air, catching their attention.
 [color=indianred][b]"QUIT YER TREMBLIN', YE QUIVERIN' DOGS! Time Monks ain't been on this planet fer five-hunnert years, an' I'll be keelhauled if they came round again!"[/b][/color]
 
 [b][color=indianred]"So,"[/color][/b] Pierrot mewled in a patronizing tone, [b][color=indianred]"since yer all [i]struck stiff[/i] by these bloody priests, we'll SPIN T' WHEEL soon as we get there!"[/color][/b]
 
 
 The Buddhist Temple of District A was a picturesque island of nature in a sea of commercial goods. The exquisite architecture of the temple's top was sullied only by the gigantic pirate ship eclipsing it. Aboard [i]The Albatross[/i], a wheel was spinning. A crowd of pirates chanted and cheered loudly as each peg on the wheel clacked against a novelty-sized pointer. Whichever peg it stopped at would spell a special doom for the hapless monks below.