Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-26892768-20190425015908

Meanwhile, out at sea...

An absolutely massive portal snaps open, letting loose a torrent of rushing water and a rather peculiar ship. For one thing, the "ship" isn't all ship; rather than a bilge like a traditional ship, instead there's a hole, filled by a giant slug-like creature that uses the ship like a shell. The slug in question is massive - as one would expect - and has a distinct, dual-tone purple color, with the topside being a dark purple with light purple spots and the underbelly being light purple with dark purple spots. Painted on both sides of the creature is a white skull with stylized eye sockets to make it look angry, which reflects the expression of the slug itself, with its three eyes looking rather peeved at...pretty much everything, really. Maybe it has something to do with the strapped-on set of silverish metal teeth meant to make it more intimidating.

Onto the ship itself...it has two masts, each with one sail, with the mainmast having a sail that displays the same symbol that's painted on the side of the slug. In addition, there are several portholes along the hull, with the ones closest to the stern having bronze disks with several plates extending outward from them - like a flower - in place of a window. Oh, and there is a lot of cannons. Like, a lot of cannons. The captain of this ship clearly wanted it to be known that this ship is a force of destruction.

But the captain is not on deck right now. Instead, running around the deck in a panic are hunched, shadowy creatures with yellow eyes, red pants, and a red bandana. These silent minions are more commonly known as Tinkerbats, and naturally, they are very concerned about the fact that they just went through a portal that opened up right in front of them and, more importantly, put them who-knows how far away from their actual destination.

A group of Tinkerbats pull at the reins of the slug while a smaller group goes to starboard, carrying a large whip, but they're too late to redirect the ship; the portal's closed before they even have a chance.

The Tinkerbats pause, looking at each other. This is ''not good. ''With their route so far off-course, they'd take a while to get back on track, and it's not like the captain will believe them about the portal - I mean, who's ever heard of giant portals opening up in the middle of nowhere? - which means...

They need a scapegoat.

But before they can figure that out, the door to the captain's chambers flies open, and the Tinkerbats are quick to stand at attention, with the smaller group putting away the whip as their leader steps out from the shadows.

Purple high-heeled boots with thick soles clack against the deck, the boots leading straight to the flared ends of some rather fashionable purple pants with a loose belt around them; really, the only possible detractor is the humanoid lower jaw sewn into the waistband. Where's the rest of the skull? Woven expertly into the top the captain wears, purple fabric filling in for what would be eyes. Topping off this ensemble is a rather large purple pirate hat with a red brim and a cartoonish skull on it. The blue-skinned, purple-haired, red-eyed woman wearing all this stands confidently with a smirk on her face, letting out a loud, powerful laugh - if one were to put it into words, it'd be a "Ho ho ho!"

"Ah, rough waters this morning! A bit odd, considering the time of day, but if I were to guess, I'd say there's a storm brewing..." Risky's smirk grows wider. "A storm of vengeance!"

She lets out another laugh, then looks out into the crowd of Tinkerbats. To the untrained eye, it'd look like they just stand there and do nothing, but Risky, being very well versed in the Tinkerbat language, knows exactly how they're responding. Communication is key, after all. After a moment, she raises an eyebrow.

"...You're typically more enthusiastic with your cheers. Alright, how did you screw up?" More silence. Risky scoffs. "Don't try to play it off as nothing! I know you all very well by now; you can't hide things from your captain. But if you're worried that I'm going to be angry, you should relax some - after all, some pillaging of that fishing hole will get me right back into..."

She trails off as she looks into the horizon and sees the island. She's silent for a moment, and she snarls briefly before turning back to the Tinkerbats with a rather fake grin. The Tinkerbats knows it's fake. Risky knows that they know. The grin's only purpose is to provide some calm before the storm. "...you know what I was saying? About worrying about me being angry? Turns out you were justified after all! Because despite me telling you to set course for Scuttle Town - which we have done several times before - one of you was so incompetent that you went the wrong way!"

Risky has gone back into full-blown snarl territory now, and oh dear that sword is sharp. "So which one of you did it?"

There's a flurry of pointing fingers, no one pointing to the same target. Risky sighs.

"Alright...it seems there's some confusion here. I don't want to have to punish you all, but I will if I have to. Now, let me ask again - which one of you is responsible for this?"

The Tinkerbats all look around before their collective gaze settles on one Tinkerbat who is briefly distracted by it's reflection in a nearby cannon. They all point to said Tinkerbat.

That unfortunate Tinkerbat looks up to see Risky Boots stomping towards him, and briefly looks to his comrades with hurt in his eyes before facing the captain with fear.

"Larry!" Risky Boots picks up the Tinkerbat. "To your chambers, now! You get no rations this evening!"

Larry the unfortunate Tinkerbat is put back down, and looking sadly at his fellow Tinkerbats - who only offer the slightest of apologies - he heads off to his chambers.

And with that, Risky Boots sighs, rubbing her temples. "And now who knows how long it will be to get back on track...well, time to pull out the map."

Risky pulls out a rather large paper map, examining it from every angle and scrutinizing it, occasionally looking out at the island as she does so. Eventually she groans in frustration and puts away the map.

"Confound it all, we've somehow ended up in uncharted territory! It'll take hours to figure out where we are!" Risky Boots flops onto the railing, putting one arm over her eyes...but, after a moment, Risky stands up straight, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "...that being said...if this is uncharted territory, it's a chance to further my conquest, and my new ship could use a test run before we pit it against the genie brat..."

Risky looks out at the island before turning around and climbing up the ladder of the mainmast, looking down at her crew as she does so. "Set course for the uncharted island and ready the cannons! We may not get to Scuttle Town as planned, but that doesn't mean there won't be fire and ash this morning! Make me proud, men!"

Risky then resumes climbing the ladder. "If there's anyone living on that rock, they'll soon learn to fear the name of Captain Risky Boots..."