"We could just jump so hard, that the island would flipped!" Issac explained, legs crossed in his thinking position.  "And then we could right the gravity up, or maybe the world would come sinking down!"  He thought about the best way to go about plan number 57, but was beginning to see that Sasayaki was losing interest.  "It's brilliant, right?  RIGHT!?"

The ground rumbled below them, mischief likely on it's way.  "Finalllly" Sasayaki moaned, reeling up and getting ready to intercept whatever was on its way.  "It's going to be a biiiiiig oneeee."  Suddenly, the earth gave way, dropping Issac down, still in his thinking pose, and on top of the hardheaded man that was so impolitely hurled towards him.  Sasayaki anchored the ground with her tail and wrapped them both, swinging the two into the ground with a thud.  "Annnnd captured," she finished.

"Hey," Issac breathed, stroking the cool chain, "looks like those fishing lessons weren't a waste after all!"  Issac turned around as the chain loosened, sitting on the man's hips and looking down at his traumatized face, his eyes bloodshot and staring into distance like he had seen things beyond this island.  "Hey," Issac introduced himself, "how hard do you think it would be to flip and island?"

"Ohhhhh. Myyyyy. God.  Will you get off this damn flipping plan," Sasayaki screeched.

The man cranked his head to the two, eagerly debating the merits of Issac's new plan.  "What the hell is wrong with you.  Do you have annnnny..  ANNNNYYY IDEA who I am!"

Sasayaki and Issac shared a look.  "Someone that doesn't know what soap is?"  Sasayaki guessed, causing Issac to reel up an courious finger that matched his 'Ohhhhh' face.

The man stood up, shaking the two off, and finding his composure.  He was unremarkable at first sight, his face scuffed from the journey and his hair curled in ever which way.  On his back he wore a turtle shell, with miniature versions clinging to his elbows and knees.  His eyes were angery, but glazed like an overworked toddler.  "I am Chozu, the great turtle warrior, and my defense impenetrable!  I am a proud member of the Crush Pirates, lead by the fiercest of warlord in all of the land!"

"So you guys sit around and talk about girls and stuff?" Issac wondered.  "Like, who is into who, and stuff like that?  I mean, I don't really have anyone that I am crushing on, but I think that could be fun!"

"Can we talk about things we love to cut?"  Sasayaki added, not quite as oblivious as Issac, but twice as cruel.

His frustrations escaped in a huff, Chozu taking a defensive stance.  "Crush as in smash, break, compresses, annihilate; all of things that I will soon be doing to you!  If that crazy man above was your captain, then I will be glad to show him how pathetic his crew is."

"He's right, and he is going to win," a stranger declared, almost uninterested in her own words.  She was sitting to the side, like Issac had been previously, but with a certain lack of care for anyone and anything around her.  On her shoulder rested a miniature bear, curled up and sleeping, its head snuggled against hers.  "You can try to beat him, but I'm never wrong," she sighed.  "So just run so I can watch the warlords fights, okay?"

"This bitch," Sasayaki hissed, giving her patented glare.

Issac stood up, smiling with a passion he hadn't felt since he left home.  "Thanks for the advice," he told the girl with a grin, "but I can't loose if the captain is testing me!  You might want to back away, though, because when I fight, just about anything can happen to anyone," he smiled, unsure of what surprises were in store.

"Finally," his trusted blade screamed, coiling in his hands and taking the proper position that was almost forgotten to her.  It had been months since they had fought for real, the other competitors seemingly incapacitated at the declaration of battle, but someone was able to stand before them, ready to feel their wraith once more.  "Shall we sing our song?" she asked.

"Only if he's ready to listen," Issac grinned, blood rushing through his legs as a raging beat infested the battlefield.

"Uhhhh, okay?" the girl quested from the sidelines, unsure of why the man still tried, and why he was still standing.  Slowly the beat pulsed through her, and she felt a sensation that had eluded her in all of the years that she had been alive.  She gazed at the man, STILL STANDING, and tried to remember what her captain once told her.  "Is this," she paused, fixated on the man, a bizarre aura surrounding him, "uncertainty?"