Watching the opponent fly off, Lina clicked her tongue. "It sounded like he was [i]avenging[/i] Melonberry." Throwing a short shadow punch at the air, she said, "Now I can't wait to give those guys a beating."

Letting out a sigh, she said, "But let's forget about them: we dealt with a bunch of them already and there's a festival so lets get going!"

In due time.

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The next few days, as the festival began, the Grog Crusaders were ready. Wit htier funding, they were not only able to keep their ship supplied and maintained, but a few other projects went underway as well unfortunately...

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The sun beamed over the bustling Great Horn Archipelago. As midday arrived the Four Color Festival continued to swell with festivities. Cheers resounded, great food and booze were consumed, explosions rang out...

Macario's fist punched out, waves of air striking down an incoming cannonball.

Above the crew under attack, the sails billowed black, emblazoned with a skull, a bottle neck hanging in its teeth and a keg painted behind it.

"I didn't put them up!" Lina insisted.

"But how didn't we notice!?" Macario growled, grabbing the helm again. With every cannonball hitting the water, he turned back to his small boat, worry clear on his face.

Looking through a spyglass, Lina took note of the different emblems on the flags of the pursuing ships: one was clearly the local Antler Kingdom, but the other was of a helmet emblazoned on a shield with a rapier: it was no Four Seasons country she recognized.

A whistling from above signaled a cannonball, but as Macario looked, there were in fact several. As they began to get picked off, one slipped through, crashing into the main deck near the bow. Lina grimaced.