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Why hadn't they done this before?

Last poddrop would have been much more tolerable parading around pretending to be pirates than just waiting for people to appear and guide them around the ship. Besides, there was a pretty good crew now, of course they wouldn't need a Wunderkind or and Overlord's help to do that all the time! They could introduce themselves in the coms later if they felt like it and leave all this free time that barely anyone used for the sensoriums. It wasn't like anyone they knew would wake up anyway...

As they had planned, they had spent the last hour with Pram outside to keep guard, not knowing what she'd been doing, engaged in a pirate battle. There was a huge ocean spanning as far as the eye could see, with two large pirate boats stuck in the middle, swaying around with each large wave. Both ships had taken damage, and Lash's deck had a few holes on it, but were still standing. Each one had sails with the colors of their occupant's; Lash's was a dark purple, her flag sporting Black Hole's symbol, with a metal figurehead of Flak as her bow. Zetta's sails were in dark red and black, a live buzzsaw as his figurehead, his pirate symbol (pirate and crossbones with flaming hair on top) flew as the highest flag on the ship . Rows of cannons waited below for her word as the Netherworld's hell-penguins struggled to keep up with her crazy demands of firing every few minutes. Sometimes she would violently take a Prinny and shove it into a new cannonball hole that had appeared to stop the water.

Dressed in what could never pass for proper pirate attire, Lash raised her cutlass, as she held on to the nearby rope, pointing her sword at the other ship before lowering it.

"Fire!"

Another row of cannonballs flew into the sky, accompanied with a prinny or two into the water to attack the ship below. Most of it was falling short of her target's ship, but causing large splashes of water to get sent to the other side. Lash was taunting him, really. The Wunderkind had never done a traditional ship battle, but her crew of Prinnies we getting ordered around like no one's business as she probably abused fake pirate words that would make Drake get angry with her.

"Arrr! Don't want t' give up yet? Next time I won't miss and you're ship will sinking into t' ocean! I'll be releasing my secret weapon!"

Terrible abuse.

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That would be Zetta, who darted forward with a flick of the wrist at speeds much more in keeping with human norms than he normally exhibited. He slashed for her shirt, aiming to lop off a good patch of it over her midriff.

Seriously, he was playing fair for her. If anyone saw this he would never live it down.

"Hey!" She had a feeling he wasn't playing at his full power, but if he had been, this battle wouldn't be much about swords and more about everything around them exploding...more. Exploding more.

The Ranger instincts kicked in and as fast as Zetta had been (depowered or not) cutting up the clothing, she had also moved away with a few backflips, as she grabbed a rope near the helmsprinny.

"You'll never take me alive!" She taunted, pushing herself forward with a running start, one hand still holding on to the rope, while the other had the sword forward.

In one swoop, she managed to finally take the hat off his head...and put it on hers.

"Tee he-- Har har!"

Of course he wasn't playing at his full power! That wouldn't have been fun at all!

"So, it be a hat fight ye do be wantin', wench?" Zetta sneered (or tried to, he was really enjoying himself too much to act effectively). "Then so be it! Hat at you!"

He leaped for her, sword lashing out to strike at her, or in other words, a perfectly parryable slash.

Which was something Lash could appreciate (not that she'd say) considering her skills with a sword were definitely not as good as the Overlord's powered or not. The attack was parried, and they both held the blades close to each other.

"Who are you call wench?" She yelled back, forgoing any pirate talk. As proof of how terrible she was, she kicked another prinny down the ship. "I'll slash you into tiny pieces!"

Or his clothing, probably.

"I'm calling YOU wench, wench!" Zetta, in time-honored shipboard tradition, seized a belaying pin from the railing and yanked it free, giving him a weapon with which to parry her sword. Then he ducked lightly forward to lop off a section of sleeve.

"Land lover!" she called back, forgetting the correction he had given her before the sleeve was sliced up "HEY!"

Oh that did it. With the fury of...well.. a wunderkind, she sidestepped to the left suddenly, rolled on the deck (Ranger training okay), and got behind him...only to do the same to his sleeve.

"How do you like that?!"

"LUBBER!" he roared, to cover the fact that, well, he was just fine with this.

Then, a brilliant thought struck him. He darted backwards, then stomped down on the deck with a lot more force than he'd been using in his sword blows. Suddenly struck as if by a massive weight, the ship listed violently, tipping to the starboard until the deck was at a forty-degree angle or so. Prinnies and unrestrained items slid off into the briny deep, but Zetta sheathed his sword, gripped the belaying pin in his teeth, wrapped one hand in the rigging, then leaned back.

All just so he could splash water onto Lash. (More specifically, her white lacy shirt).

HA! What a cheap trick. And a bit dumb too, considering her CO powers.

"Least you forget, Overlo--Overpirate! I cannot fall from the tallest mountains. What makes you think something like this would cause anyway!" She did a swish to prove her point, wasting time and-

Abilities or not not, the water wasn't affected by her holding powers, and as the objects fell overboard, there was much water splashing around to cover the both of them. Zetta's hat fell off, now rendered useless with Lash's hair cascading behind her instead of the usual afro.

"Aww, this is exactly like right after Drake's used his CO powers." She shook her head, and the hair started to spike back up again.

"That attack did EXACTLY what it was supposed to, Lash," Zetta said smugly. After all, it wasn't her hair getting wet that he cared about. She might not have the twin torpedoes that a wet-T-shirt contest would demand, but size wasn't everything...

The ship rocked back upwards as the force of the stomp dissipated/

"You think putting a little bit of water over me is going to stop be from fighting? As if! WATCH THIS!"

She threw her rapier into the air right into the ship's middle bow, running along as it went, using the rocking motion to help herself jump into the air, before jumping on the sword itself, allowing her to prolong her movement. Up up up into the sky! Grabbing a rope, she took out her gun and shoot one of the Prinnis who were busy working on the top mast (wrong place at the wrong time), and took their sword.

With a clean slice, she cut and grabbed Zetta's flag, before falling right back down, waiting a second before grabbing her sword again (granting not looking as badass as she had hoped considering she had to tug a bit before it came out loose).

"Now I've got your flag."

Zetta watched all this thoughtfully, considering. As Lash hit the ground and bragged, he nodded as the plan in his head came together.

The Prinny she had shot fell out of the rigging at last. He grabbed it, tossed it in the direction of Lash's ship, then hopped up onto its flying body to ride it like a surfboard as it arced over the waves towards her mainsail. As it began to descend, he hopped lightly off it, letting the body crash into a swarm of Prinnies doing frantic damage control on-deck. Zetta himself caught the mainmast. This all looked graceful and effortless, but his velocity was such that the ship tilted violently as his momentum discharged into it. As it tipped, he almost casually ripped her flag free of its ties; then as the ship righted itself, he swung up, planted his feet on the mast, and kicked off.

One arcing jump later, he landed back on his own ship. "Trade you."

Oh ho ho ho! She should have expected that. With a grin, she shook her head.

"It seems we are evenly matched," she replied with perhaps a little bit too much flourish. She took his flag and with her thumb, made a flicking motion, except her thumb was really (well you know, sensoriusm and all) on fire, lighting it up before letting the ashes scatter in the air. She pointed her sword at him again.

"There can only be one way to solve this! We must duel to the death!"

Okay, okay. Slight exaggeration. She pointed to a log floating much ahead of them. "The first to fall will be condemned to death by the sharks (get really wet)" Without waiting for his approval, she jumped off the boat, landing on top of one of the beast's mentioned, before propelling herself enough to land on that little piece of wood.

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He dipped her flag into a puddle of water, then tossed it up against the cabin so it smacked flat and spread-out. Before it could fall he punched it so hard the water burst out of it in a shockwave. The salt left behind made the now-dry flag stiff and brittle. He promptly folded it into a replacement hat for himself, propped it on his head, then hopped down to the log himself.

With a really, really overdramatic sching! he drew his sword.

She had to laugh at that.

"Nice hat," she told him, also drawing out her sword dramatically (although not as overly) and clacked hers at his, grinning.

"One will stand. One will fall."

She just had no idea how their fun would get interrupted soon.

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