The crowd went wild for the next event in The Pirate Games. Seats ran in a large circle, much like a coliseum, and they were all filled. In the center of this arena like section of Arcadia, was a giant sized sphere of water. Illuminated red and blue lines ran throughout this hovering ball, which made it look like some kind of sports court. Seven fishmen were swimming inside, feeling out the boundaries and from what Phin could tell, warming up. Six others were standing close by, each of them taking on different stretches. It seemed like Phin was the only one unprepared for what was about to happen.

	"And now for one of my personal favorites," A voice sounded barely excited. "Prepare to witness the brutal strength, devastating speed, and the unrivaled endurance of fishmen in this..." the voice paused. "THE FISHMAN BOWL." and with that, the crowd sent a quake of cheer through the island.

	 Phin looked back to the water floating in the air, now realizing the fishmen inside were the opposing team. He grimaced at his predicament. The only time Phin ever did anything against his will was for his crew, but he understood what was at stake. Especially now, with his Captain plastered on Den Den Screens all over the world. The man, for the short time that he'd been with the fairly new crew, seemed to have an awful lot a faith. After taking a moment to ponder it, Phin supposed this particular situation was in fact, now, for the crew. "Dammit," he cursed. 

	The voice, body-less, went on. "As this is in my top events, as you all know, The Fishman Bowl has a simple set of rules. Leaving ones boundary, marked by the glowing red and blue lines, whether it be intentional or by force, calls for automatic judgment. Anything else is allowed. Each player is allowed to use anything on their person from when they arrived." Suddenly, GM materialized in a flashy manner above the sphere. In times past, this spot was where the creator observed the game. A Judgement wheel appeared next to him. "The game is simple. Each player gets a metal ball." One appeared in his hand. It was red, heavy, and the size of a typical cannonball. He continued. "If a player is hit," he said as he launched the ball. It flew at an incredible speed and hit a hologram version of himself. The hologram blinked from his position and into a box above the sphere. "They are teleported to the penalty box for Judgement. And this is where it gets interesting, for those who are new. The wheel spins for thirty seconds, and only resets once it reaches its time. If another player of the same team is hit while their ally is in, the former is permanently out of the game and the ladder takes his place. If an opposing player of the penalized is hit, the former is back in play, and the ladder takes his place. If a ball is caught, the throwee takes the penalty spot. The Fishman Bowl is won when one team is left standing."

	Out of nowhere, Phin, along with the rest of his team, vanished from the ground and into the bowl. Fourteen red balls sank down from where GM stood. Seven went to each half of the dome. Each player took their stances at the rear of the borders, ready for the command. Phin floated patiently, observing the watery arena. Thick lines of red and blue separated the dome into fourteen cone like sections, to which each ball finally found towards the center of the dome. There was no time to form a strategy. 
 
	"BEGIN!" GM yelled, and the crowd went wild once again. 

	Every fishman, Phin included, darted for their respective balls. Red streaks flew inside the dome, some bouncing off the invisible wall of the sphere, sending splashes into the crowd. This amped them up even more. Other balls were caught while others made contact. The penalty box immediately cycled players, going so fast that the crowd could only see flash poses of those hit, until one fishman remained. At that point, the wheel had been spinning for five seconds. The event continued like nothing happened. It had to, or anyone of them could be next to face the wheel. Phin, twisting out of the way of an assailing ball, almost passed his given border. It was all much faster paced than he'd expected. 

	The ball he avoided smashed into the wall behind him, bouncing back and heading right for him. He caught it with ease, and the moment he did, the fishman who threw it took his teammates place at the box. The wheel ticked its final second as it happened.

	"Sea King fodder," GM judged. The wheel reset its thirty seconds, and the fishman vanished. The game went on.

	 Over the next thirty minutes, Phin's team slowly started to vanish until it was just him to face five enemies alone. One of them had used his karate to shoot tiny pellets as a distraction before hitting his targets with the red metal ball. He was undoubtedly the MVP of the Blue Team. The crowd screamed in anticipation. With no balls in his zone, Phin focused his attention on the dome in its entirety. One of the opposing players carried a bat, which he used to wail the balls at much greater speeds. Another held three balls, leaving him with one free hand. The MVP held one, but he was comfortable with his abilities. The others were scrambling to gather what they could, and when they did, they talked between one another on how to proceed. They witnessed the speed Phin had displayed throughout the match, and the only one not concerned was the strongest member of the team. Each of them approached the tips of their cone shaped boundaries. 

	Phin waited patiently as they all swam at the center. It would be a highly focused assault, but Phin had been saving his best move. They might have expected it if he revealed it any sooner. With all the confidence in the world, The Blue Team wound up and let loose everything they had. Phin took his boomerang in hand. He spun around, turning his back to the enemy. The tool started spinning, drawing water inwards and creating a funnel. When he whipped back to face them, the whirl pool followed. It snatched the metal spheres and gathered them at the center. He immediately spun the boomerang in the opposite direction. The balls dispersed into his former members territory. He forced the tool in the other direction again. Building up the momentum, Phin spun his body once more. Water forced its way inward as the lone fishman gained more spinning speed. When he built up enough power, he flung the six-sided tool. It arced horizontally across the arena, a maelstrom following its path. The weight of its pull tugged violently on each member of the opposing team. Within seconds, they all flew passed Phin as he caught the boomerang, maelstrom already faded.

	The crowd went silent, but only for a moment. Phin instantly went from underdog to favorite to the fans of The Pirate Games, evident through the roaring celebration. He looked to GM, no smile, no emotion, just a look. 

	"You've certainly redeemed yourself from that atrocity of a performance in the Battle of Bands." GM looked out to his viewers. He was stricken with anger, but it didn't show. On one hand, he was glad the crowd enjoyed the show, as it only reflected highly on him. On the other hand, the victor was under Bighead's wing. He looked at the screen, cursing the smiling fool. "You advance, Phin, of the Bighead Pirates." 

	Phin suddenly vanished from the coliseum. He would never know the fate of the fishmen he bested, and he didn't care.