There could be no doubt about it. The Buccaneer Pirates were feeling the weight, the tension, of these games pressing down hard on them now. Few ever even made it to Howie Tzar's cooking challenge, much less made it passed. Now these two crews stood before them, assembled together, ready to take on the single final challenge the Buccaneers could offer. But once they remembered what the challenge was, who would be holding it, a wave of relief swept across the whole crew. Nobody could beat their captain.

"You're all that's left, captain Bill! Take'em down!"

"Blast them off the island, captain Bill!" 

Everyone roared in cheer and applause, which only rose in volume and intensity as the portly man stood up. He ignored the cheers, watching as a couple men struggled to roll Tzar away in his rotund state, observing as the mobile cooking stations wheeled away, leaving only an open dirt path. He waddled down the stands onto the dirt, and began stretching out his limbs. Runch called out, taking his own seat back once again, [color=turquoise]"Aren't you going to have your men setup your challenge?"[/color]

Bill straightened himself out, then dug his heel into the dirt. He walked a wide circle, dragging his foot the whole way so as to make a perfectly circular ring. [color=darkslategray]"No need!"[/color] he called back, digging a line straight down the middle. [color=darkslategray]"I don'need no fancy setup 'r stage."[/color] He stood on one side of the line, within the circle, and widened his stance. His little stubby legs reached a surprisingly considerable distance, and he thrust each arm out in a practiced motion. Bill's eyes met and locked onto Feya's. [color=darkslategray]"Good t'ave me first challenger. Sorry t'say ye won't be me last. Ever sumo wrestled b'fore? Don' matter, rules're simple. Push the opponent outta tha ring ta win. Any methods're allowed in my ring. Best two outta three. Ready?"[/color]