Sancho made a grimace at Hamel when the first mate asked to finish his soup for him. Sancho pushed the plate towards him with the back of his hand and said coldly "Go ahead." The chef shot him another nasty look "My soup ain't good enough for you, pretty boy?!" The cook accused Sancho this time, and Sancho scoffed. "You already asked that. And I said I had already eaten."

"Lies!" The chef shouted. "You don't think my food is very good!"

"Fine, you caught me. I think the food was bad, the soup didn't taste very nice, your ingredients are low quality, and the bread was stale. A rock and seawater would be a tastier meal than that." Sancho spoke, no malice in his voice, simply as if he was stating a fact, the patrons of the pub looked at him. "... Did he just say that?" Someone said.

"T-To Cormac?!" Another patron said, as the Chef went into the back of the resturant, shouting angrily. "Say what to who? His food was bad, and he pushed me to tell him."

"Y-Yo really shouldn't have done that, son.." An elderly man said, as he got up from his chair and left the building, the entire tavern was cleaned out in the next ten seconds. "... Hell's going on here?" Sancho asked, as he heard the cocking of a gun, and quickly dove next to the corner. The rain of bullets flew past him, as Cormac came out, his greasy white shirt covered his beergut, with several stains on it, he wore an eyepatch he had not worn before, and now he had a bandanna on his head instead of the hairnet he wore before. He also donned a black jacket a couple of sizes too small - no way was he able to close it over his rather big gut. [Mad Chef Cormac, 1st Mate of the DOOM Pirates 4th Division]

"Ya think you can come into my resturant, and disrespect my food like that?! Do you know how much spit I've put into the soup!?"

"Somehow, I think that was the problem with the soup!" Sancho shouted back, hearing the chef reload his musket, he stood up, only to be met with his four duckfoot pistol barrels being fired at him, just in time, Sancho managed to make a shield out of the golden material coming out of his forearms, the wool created a hard enough surface to block teh bullets. 

"What the hell?!" Cormac asked, as Sancho looked at Hamel. "Let's get out of here." He told him, as he threw the circle of wool at Cormac, the two of them heading out of the tavern, to where Samehana was, [i]sitting[/i] on a pirate. There were [i]worse[/i] scenarios they could've found her in.

"Great, you're here. Things seem to be getting messier now."

The door was kicked open as Cormac kicked it off the hinghes, now he was donning a musket and a meat cleaver. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT, BOY!" He shouted at Sancho, whom looked at him with tired eyes. "Men, what the hell are you doing! Mess these kids up, or the captain's gonna tan your hides!" he shouted, and suddenly, the men Samehana had disciplined stood up, and got urged to draw their swords. "Cormac! We called in the other two squads, they're coming down the hill now, we'll outnumber them!" The man said as Cormac smiled sadistically.

"Good. You three shitheads are gonna feel the WRATH OF THE DOOM PIRATES FOURTH DIVISION"

"Oh great. [i]Pirates.[/i] Well, guys, we were waiting for this to happen." Sancho said, looking at his crewmates.