[u][b]MEANWHILE[/b][/u]

	"Can you believe those guys?"  Penne complained from bow of the boat, which took the shape of the held end end of the spoon.  The whole vessel faintly resembled a bowl afloat in the ocean, with tan warped boards filling it.  Penne rested her hands against the deck and looked out.  "As if I would tell some dirty looking fleet where my groom to be was, let alone join them."  She twirled her finger on a loose noodle, plucking it out for a taste, the delight of flavor dripping down her lips.  "And those Marines!?  Get some cooler names!"

	"I knowwww," Ramen dragged, more bubbly than her trickster sister.  She sad atop the lookout, swinging her feet back and forth as she gripped the railing, one wrong move away from dropping down.  "Those were the wrooong colors for them.  And wear a size that accctually fits you."  She imagined how she would dress the rugged men, when she sensed the ships course change.  "Ummmmm, where are we going??"

	Penne smirked as an underling emerged from the deck, a massive fork in hand.  "Miss Penne, we picked up some information from the Sweet alliance.  They've agreed to a ceasefire with the Pasta Alliance.  It seems they are having trouble with our friends as well.  Sheila is also on the move with her fleet, and she is closing in on their meeting.  Seems she's figured out a way to track them after meeting with those pirates."

	"Pennnnnne," Ramen whined.  "If we agree to that then it will spoil our dinnnnners."

	Penne ignored her, knowing the deal had already been made long ago; the show was only for Ramen.  "Put on something nice, sis, it's about time you meet the wedding party."