Most of the enemy crew hadn't yet seen the results, as they were still hiding like cowards from their own doctor. It took a few seconds after hearing the referees' decrees for the first of the pirates to even risk taking a peak from out under the seats. "I don't believe it," he muttered, inspiring others to follow suit and take their own look. Whispers took over the hall, growing rapidly into a worried chattering. Clearly that had begun to lose faith in their ability to keep control over this competition.

"They beat Mr. Sledge! It may have been a tie, but they beat him!"

"I'm not feeling so great about this whole thing. Our officers have faced off against five different pirate crews in these contests before and never lost!"

"Maybe we should just go back to the mar-" That pirate had been suddenly punched across the face by Bullet Bill, and sent flying into the wall.

[color=darkslategray]"We don' go back, ye'hear?! None'f us."[/color] In that instant the man had regained control of his men, who nodded and gulped. [color=darkslategray]"We chose these contests over a big fight fer a reason, remember? Now quit yer moanin'! If we win, we win! If we lose, we lose! Dere's no shame init!"[/color]

[color=orangered]"Ever since you took over these men, they've all gotten soft!"[/color] bellowed a voice from behind the door. It kicked open, revealing the cigar-chomping man with the tiger striped coat, carrying Greave over his shoulder. Greave was still unconscious from his boxing match with Hachirou, while his savior was visibly angry. Veins bulged throughout his face, and his skin was darkening to be almost as orange as the tiger skin he wore.

Bill shifted his attention. [color=darkslategray]"If'n ye think yer still top sea dog here, ye can prove it. Finish the rest o'the challengers, an' I'll step down for ye."[/color] The top-heavy man merely shrugged, like this sort of thing was perfectly normal.

The other man's eye twitched, then narrowed. [color=orangered]"Fine,"[/color] he growled. [color=orangered]"Catch!"[/color] He rolled Greave off his shoulder and down his arm, catching the unconscious man by the top of his pants. Then he wound up his arm, and hurled Greave across the hall up to Bill, who caught Greave in both arms and set him down gently. A few of the pirates crept up closer to get a better look.

"Look at that! Yeah, that lion man is seriously scary!"

"No kidding, Greave is the best swimmer here but he looks like he almost drowned!"

[color=orangered]"Hey! Focus! Setup my arena!"[/color] The cigar man barked, and the underlings jumped to attention.

"Right away, capta-errr, first mate!" A dozen pirates ran around the hall, clearing the climbing ropes and debris from previous matches, setting up chalk lines, and getting out two nets which were placed on opposite ends. Once everything was said and done, the hall had been made up to look like a field for...

[color=orangered]"Football is my game! And the name is Lance. Lance Pike. Who's up to kick a ball around?"[/color]

[hider=Character Box][center][b][color=orangered][h3]Lance "Spear Leg" Pike[/h3]
First mate of the Buccaneer Pirates
Formerly captain. Holds a grudge. Likes to smoke.[/color][/b]
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One of the pirates rolled a cannonball across the floor, here Pike stopped it by placing his foot on top. He shed his tiger striped coat, which was grabbed out of the air by one of the Buccaneers before it hit the ground, and crossed his arms. [color=orangered]"Rules are simple, and similar to the dodgeball game. One on one, this cannonball is our game ball. First to kick it into the opponent's goal three times wins, and of course absolutely no use of hands whatsoever."[/color]

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[color=darkgoldenrod]"State your name, soldier! State your na-"[/color] And that's as much as Dirk could hear before the den den mushi was, very cruelly, tossed out the window. Oh well, it would be fine, wouldn't it? Snails can survive in water just fine, right? Right.

Just as Dirk turned to talk to Smith, the ninja seemed to already be standing right behind him. The pirates he had been fighting? All on the ground, unconscious. Except for one guy. He was hanging from the bookcase by his underwear, but the pain was so excruciating that he couldn't talk. His face had gone deep purple, so that was pretty hilarious.

[color=black]"The marines are coming? Crap. Well hopefully they'll take longer to get here than it'll take to register this island on your captain's log pose."[/color] Smith wandered over to where the tattered and vandalized marine flag hung up on the wall. He began taking it down and folding it up. [color=black]"I guess if not, we'll just have to fight them off, right? Maybe these assholes will even help to save their own skins, heheheheheh."[/color]

Once he finished folding up the flag, he slipped it into his pockets and gestured for the door. [color=black]"They've got more men leftover and patrolling than I thought. If we don't get moving fast, someone else is going to discover we've been here. Maybe someone who isn't a total moron who will raise the alarm before fighting us. We should move."[/color]