The other pirate captain observed the Red Rums with a bright smile as his own men made the necessary preparations for them to properly meet. Boone and Bonesword each offered up their own questions, which he waved off, if only temporarily. [color=turquoise]"We'll save the conversation for when we're all comfy and I'm playing a good host, eh? Omnomnomnom!"[/color] One by one the Red Rums were crossing over, or carried over in the case of Dirk and Lilliana. Dirk tried to jump across, but was caught by Caesar, while Lilliana simply didn't have the strength to move herself after the amazing stunt she had pulled. That's when Slick made his dramatic entrance, completely misreading the situation. The pirate captain cocked his head while Slick swung through the air on his oil, blinded and seeing only red. Nobody from the Red Rums had stepped up to stop the crazy cook from going off the deep end, so someone else had to take matters into their own hands.

[color=black]"Nesting magpie!"[/color] Slick's tunnel vision, coupled with an excellent affinity for stealth, prevented him from properly seeing a series of knives and shuriken thrown from the shadows. Each one caught his clothing and pinned him down onto the deck of the ship, while a [url=https://www.karatemart.com/images/products/large/pirate-ninja-costume.jpg]figure clad entirely in black, but wearing a traditional pirate hat, eyepatch, and fake beard over his black facemask,[/url] landed atop Slick's back with a heavy pound. Using his left hand, the figure forced Slick's head down, while a hidden blade shot out of his right sleeve. The man held it against Slick's temple. [color=black]"Hostile subdued, cap'n."[/color]

[color=turquoise]"OMNOMNOMNOM! Such a spirited bunch you all are!"[/color] the captain laughed. [color=turquoise]"Let his mates handle him, eh Smith? Everyone, join me in the galley! I've prepared a feast the likes of which you've never tasted!"[/color] The captain waved everyone toward a cabin door leading deeper into his ship, while the one now known as "Smith" got up off of Slick. Feya pulled the ship chef up, clearing the knives and shuriken from his clothes and began lecturing him on the importance of paying attention to his surroundings, and the best way to do that was a proper diet for heightened senses and information processing and ohgodshewastalkingaboutthefoodpyramidagain.

Once inside the galley, the Red Rums were treated to the sight of a long table with multiple places set, enough to include everyone. At first glance it would appear that this captain had planned to bump into the others and invite them to lunch, but those who were especially observant would notice the places had been set only in the immediate present. What might have been stranger was that they had only empty bowls, spoons, and a large quantity of milk to go around. Were they... Were they supposed to be drinking milk from bowls, with spoons? Well regardless, one by one a number of the ship's own crew entered the galley with the Red Rums and took their seat. The first, of course, was the captain guiding them along and generally acting the good host.

[color=turquoise]"Welcome aboard the Guppy! Omnomnom! I'm the captain here. The name is Bartholomew K. Runch!"[/color]

[hider=Character Box][center][color=turquoise][b][h2]Bartholomew K. Runch "The Cereal Killer"[/h2]
Captain of the Krunch Krew
User of the Bori Bori no Mi, the Crunch Crunch Fruit
33 million berry bounty[/b][/color]
[img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/9710/f/2007/257/9/9/tengen_toppa_cap__n_crunch_by_vashperado.jpg[/img][/center][/hider]

[color=turquoise]"I'll get your lunch started, my lovely guests! Omnomnomnomnom!"[/color] The captain went around the table, milk jug in hand. At each bowl he produced a large quantity of cereal from his bare hand, before drowning it in milk. Each bowl seemed to be slightly different, whether it be texture, color, or something else. Once each bowl had been filled up, the captain took his seat at the head of the table. [color=turquoise]"Thanks to the power of the bori bori no mi, my body can produce any kind of cereal that I've ever personally eaten in my lifetime. Since I'm a cereal chef, it certainly suits me! Omnomnomnom! I've sized each of you up and gauged what kind of cereal you'd best enjoy. Please, dig in!"[/color]

Feya was cautious, bordering on the paranoid. Certainly this couldn't be part of a healthy lunchtime meal? However once she tried it she found it to not only be incredibly tasty, but also bursting with nutrition of vitamins! The same would go for each of the Red Rums to try their own bowls. Each one had been tailored to their exact tastes. This Runch guy had to be a master of his craft, to be able to size up their personal tastes after just a few seconds of looking them over!

[color=turquoise]"Let's not be rude to our guests. Everyone, introduce yourselves! Omnomnom!"[/color] Runch waved at each of his crew at the table. The first to speak up was the man who had earlier subdued Slick. A most peculiar man dressed entirely in black cloth, hiding every one of his physical features, yet he wore such a paper-thin disguise. Surely that eyepatch, hat, and beard wouldn't be fooling anybody, right? Well, there were plenty of idiots in the world...

[color=black]"Smith Smithson Smithington. The third."[/color] He spoke quickly and efficiently. Though his eyes remained hidden (one of them twice over!) the Red Rums couldn't help but feel he was glaring at them all. He already had three empty bowls at his place. When did he have the time to eat all of that?!

[hider=Character Box][center][color=black][b][h2]"Flying" Smith Smithson Smithington III[/h2]
First mate of the Krunch Krew
Master of Ninja Arts[/b][/color]
[img]https://www.karatemart.com/images/products/large/pirate-ninja-costume.jpg[/img][/center][/hider]

[color=orange]"Hachirou,"[/color] spoke the next, a tall, well built and muscular man with chiseled features. His long black hair looked more like a mane, and he wore only a simple open vest with his pants, opting to go not only shirtless, but also barefoot. A machete hung from his side. As he introduced himself the man was performing squats with weights on his shoulders. Feya immediately took notice.

[hider=Character Box][center][color=orange][b][h2]Hachirou H. Hachirou "The Beast King"[/h2]
Navigator of the Krunch Krew
User of the Neko Neko no Mi: Model Lion, the Cat Cat Fruit: Lion[/b][/color]
[img]https://img00.deviantart.net/e497/i/2017/268/e/c/raider_of_the_storm_by_monpuasajr-dbol14n.jpg[/img][/center][/hider]

[color=brown]"Heeeey now!"[/color] shouted a rather annoying man, clearly the most drunk in the room by a longshot. He was quite muscular, but more toned and slim than Hachirou, with a bit of a nerdy appearance with his short blue trimmed hair and bookish glasses. rather than milk, his cereal was filled with booze, yet he had another bottle of booze in his left hand. He swayed as he introduced himself, slurring not just his words, but his very movements. [color=brown]"Ish my tuuurn. Wutong *hic* Ken. M.D. Pleashooor to meet yoush."[/color] M.D.? Let's hope nobody was hurt bad enough to need medical attention on his watch...

[hider=Character Box][center][color=brown][b][h2]Wutong "Malpractice" Ken[/h2]
Doctor of the Krunch Krew
Master of Drunken Boxing[/b][/color]
[img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/3866/f/2010/292/a/a/bt___drunken_fighter_korn_by_orb01-d3135af.jpg[/img][/center][/hider]

And that seemed to be everyone present. So why was captain Runch, and the others, looking expectantly up above them? Those who followed the Krunch Krew's line of sight would inevitably see some sort of hammock situated across the ceiling. Swaying in the hammock was a small mammal, a honey badger. Now why a honey badger would have been swinging in a hammock was unusual enough, but this particular honey badger had to take its peculiarities to another level, for it wore a cowboy hat, had two revolvers strapped to his side, and was enjoying a bowl of the captain's cereal.

[color=olive]"Oh fine, y'all're just gonna keep starin' at me I might's well break the silence. Can' just let a badger eat in peace, canya? Joanne Schrodinger. Call me Jo or I'll pop a cap in your ass you'll never see comin'."[/color]

[hider=Character Box][center][color=olive][b][h2]Joanne Schrodinger "Trickshot Jo"[/h2]
Sharpshooter of the Krunch Krew
Strong Independent Black Woman Who Don't Need No Man[/b][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/3L61Paf.png[/img][/center][/hider]