An annoyed groan escaped the gray-haired and shaggy-faced marine as he peaked around yet another corner in search for his target. Why had they sent him? Surely there were less competent rascals onboard this Warship that could do these pointless tasks, so why had he gotten stuck with the job of tracking down a kid barely half his age? The kid hadn't spent even a tenth of the time in the Marine ranks that he had and yet, that little sneak had managed to crawl his way all the way up to become a Lieutenant Junior Grade. Just thinking of it was enough to make the marine clench his fist. "Dedric Olari, the Lieutenant Junior Grade. Pfft, what a joke."

"Jealousy really doesn't suit you recruit." Dedric had heard the same comments before, people wondering just how he had managed to snag his title, and he always gave them the same answer. "I merely do as I get told, not my fault if that gets me places," A snide boyish grin stretched from ear to ear as Dedric walked up to the obviously cranky marine. "What did you want from me?"

"We seem to be unde-" That was as far as recruit Johannes got before something shook the boat, knocking him off his feet while Dedric stood firm as a pole.

"Attack?" Dedric asked mockingly, having a quick stretch. "Don't worry, I felt the first quake." He added before stepping over the sprawled out man and setting off towards the main deck.

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It didn't take long before Dedric found himself in the middle of a developing chaos, marines running everywhere, carrying gunpowder and cannonballs, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. Dedric threw a quick glance out to sea and almost immediately noticed the pirate ship. "Those are the scrapyard guys? Right?" He asked to nobody in particular as he waited for one of those oh so familiar voices to start barking orders.