Many minutes had gone by since Cerulean had sent the captain of the Grog Warriors into the drink. He had felt his powers leaving him as soon as he went underwater, the undertow grabbing him, and for a minute, the Captain felt something he had never felt before. Fear? No, that wasn't it. Chester wasn't afraid of dying, some kind of disappointment, more like it. But, soon, that passed as well, he didn't have enough energy to be disappointed. His thoughts went blank, and right before his lungs started filling with water, he saw a bright light and he felt his body move, and soon, he broke through the surface of the water. A fishing boat, just out of the harbor had caught him in their net, along with several fish. 

"That ain't no fish, George!"

"Are you sure, Gregory? I thunk it is."

"I dunn thunk it', George."

"I guess not, cut 'im lose, Gregory!" George replied, as Gregory grabbed a fishing knife and cut the net open, releasing the fish - and the pirate onto the deck. Chester began coughing, puking up water, as he reached towards the net - where his bottle still was, and he took a deep swig, before his eyes shut open and he spit the drink out.

"THE HELL?! IT'S JUST WATER?!" He cried out in a fit of rage, the booze once inside of the bottle had run out into the ocean, and the pirate ran towards the edge of the ship, trying to reach the water where he had been fished out off, as if to grab the booze, but the two fishermen held him back. "You have to turn the boat around, I have to kick Cerulean's ass!" Chester yelled, as he tore the two men from him, both of them fell backwards. "W-who are you? Why do you wanna fight Boss Cerulean?"

"..He ruined my [b]BOOZE![/b]"