Chester made his way over to where the treasure must be, he started digging once Lina patted him on the back, shoveling away enough dirt to make a heap as large as himself - still not finding anything. He jumped up from the hole and turned to Lina. "Your turn." He said, giving her the shovel, as she looked confused, almost a little insulted. "Hey, just because I'm the strongest doesn't mean I should do all the work." He stated, bluntly. Lina reluctantly agreed, there was no arguing with her captain. 

Chester sat down and dug into his pocket, where he had a small bottle of whiskey. He uncorked and let out a satisfied sigh. Until he heard footsteps behind him. They were loud - heavy. He turned around, to see a medium-built man come walking, he was a little shorter than Chester, about as wide over the shoulders. He stopped once he saw the sitting-drinker and Chester whistled at Lina. "We've got company. Villagers, may-" He cut himself off, once he saw the sword at the man's hip, and the four other men following him, all a lot more rugged looking than him. They sort of looked like pirates, but more so like local bandits, since there were no other ships in the 'port'.

"You the ones who arrived with the Marines?" one of the men asked, and Chester nodded. "Sadly, yes." He got up. "We're.. Traders, blackmailed into digging for treasure." He explained, and the rough man grinned. "You find it?" The man asked, and Chester looked back at Lina, whom was still digging. "Nope."

"Hey, Chester! I found the, uh, chest!" Lina said, her shovel hitting the hard wood.

"I guess we did." Chester said, holding up his finger to the presumed bandit, to indicate he needed one moment. "You okay with lifting that?" He asked Lina, whom yelled in protest "Jeez!" the pirate exclaimed, jumping down next to the girl, tossing up the chest, the chest landing on the grass with a loud thud. He also grabbed Lina before he leapt back up from the 8 foot hole he had made, placing Lina safely on the ground. She looked around and was a little worried, the men had now started moving towards them.

"You see, we're bandits..." One of the guys - not the first one Chester had seen, said.

"You wanna fight over this treasure?" Chester asked, and the bandit shrugged. "That's for the boss to decide." He said, as loud thuds were heard from behind the small crowd of bandits, they parted, letting the four-legged being pass. Huffing and puffing with each step, the creature - their boss, was unmistakably a bear, brown fur with gray accents, much larger than the average bear, a North Blue breed, if Chester recalled his Bestiary study correctly - which he very well might not.

The bear had a scar over his right eye, and wore a black vest on his torso, as he stopped walking, he stood on his back legs, grinning a nasty smile at the two pirates - the Bear certainly 10 feet tall. "Holy shit a bear!" Chester exclaimed, amazed. "DUDE!" He shouted, turning to Lina, a gleeful smile on his face. "A freaking Bear!" Lina was horrified.

And it only got worse when the Bear opened it's mouth, and spoke, in a semi-high pitched voice. "Hello." The bear articulated very well, like a noble.


Chester completely lost it. He started laughing hysterically, Lina, still horrified at the large animal. "Chester, stop it!" She shouted as the pirate snorted, holding his stomach. "I'm sorry Mr.Bear. What's your name" Chester asked, between fits of laughter.


"Tedbjorn Ursaring the Third." Bjorn the Bear said, his eyes narrowing as Chester started laughing manically again. "THE THIRD, LINA. THE THIRD!" 


Bjorn looked at him and snorted. The first man, the one Chester had seen first spoke up, his voice deeper than Bjorn's "Tedbjorn is our leader, and I am Bjork, his translator and Co-Leader. We're bandits, as you can tell, normally, we would take your treasure. But, you came with the Marines. So, for exchange of you not mentioning us to the Marines, we will let you leave this island, unharmed, and with the treasure in tow." Bjork promised, as Chester was drying the tears that had sprouted from his eyes from all the laughing.

"All right." was all he could say. "That sounds fair" He said, looking up, at the Vest-clad Bear, a Cutlas hanging from his waist in a leather strap, and then he started chuckling again. Bjorn looked at him and waved his fingers that were crossed against his arms, then he spoke. "Deal?"

Chester nodded. "Deal. Wanna shake on it?"  He asked, and Lina looked at him horrified, mouthing "No!"

The Bear shook his head, raising his right palm. "High-Five." He said and Chester smiled. "Even better!" As he walked towards the bear, leaving the treasure behind, drink in his left hand, he had to jump a few feet into the air to reach the bear's palm, their palm's collided with a fairly loud clash -for a handshake, and then another, much louder clap happened when the left Bear Paw swiped Chester from the side, the palm bigger than his head collided with his face, sending the pirate flying at incredibly speeds, tearing through four trees as he vanished out of sight, down towards the river that Lina and Chester had crossed.

"KUHAHA OF COURSE WE'RE GONNA TAKE THE TREASURE FROM SOME IDIOT TRADERS!" The bear laughed as his bandits charged at Lina.