“Can you hear it, Sasa?” Isaac asked, knowing full well that his companion was too gassed from her task.  I searched the town, looking beyond the walls to see what their song had done, the freedom it gave.  “From here on out, their only excuse is their own,” he said with a smile, handing on the top of the ship while his ride worked valiantly to escape the island.  Normally, he’d attempt to help out, but something about the pair made him believe they could handle the chaos.

	Roars of cannons fired to their side, each shot closing in as the fishman pushed them to sea.  “Look at that fight,” he remarked, wondering how far the ships were willing to come.  Men ran towards their ship with new determination as Klank continued to build, but it didn’t seem like that could run as fast as the old man could build.  “Sasa, look at gramps build.  Crushing it.”

	Just as he thought he had his fill, he sensed the first ship leaving dock, a rugged old marine vessel with two men leading the charge.  “Wiggs and Bedge!  I knew you guys had more fight in you!”  He lied back to the top of the mast as the cannon fire got closer and took it all in, always finding a strange delight when things went insane, and he would have to remember ever bit of it to tell Sasayaki when she woke up.  “What. A. Day.”