98 Vol 2. pt. 35 Patch 6.0: The Second Round (1/2)
”Damn it. This never would have happened with the Divine Brigade. Those bastards would all be dead or begging for mercy,” Fenrir says, sitting slumped over next to Oleander as the rest of the crew prepares for reaching the isle.
”Well, you wanted to just skip the fighting stuff for fishing this time around. If we did what we've always done, we wouldn't be having a problem right now,” Oleander explains.
”I know, but aren't you bored of that?”
”I'm split. I still enjoy it, but that just might be the sadist in me talking. Cor lets me take care of all of my sadistic desires out on him, so I've been fine without doing the usual stuff.”
”Maybe I'm just getting too old for games. All I want to do is just laze around with all of you and fish, but here I am, trying to take on some OP twinks and a longship belonging to one of the game's most powerful factions. What kind of idiot am I? There's no way that any of that would ever work without some serious training and plotting.”
Rock walks up to Fenrir and nuzzles her head against his hands. She's getting better at walking without one of her paws – she isn't stumbling around so much anymore.
Fenrir can't resist petting her head when she does this.
”It was stupid, but it's fine. We used to be in the Divine Brigade, and the Divine Brigade was always able to pull victories out of their asses somehow. Are you forgetting how many times we've been accused of hacking just because we did something stupidly awesome that never should have worked?” Oleander asks.
”You're right,” Fenrir says.
”Besides, there weren't any NPCs on those ships, right? So, everybody who died will be back in a day – well, a couple of days in-game. Plus, they all said that they had rebirth counters to spare when we asked during the meeting.”
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”Yeah, but they lost their ships and gear. That sucks. I would be so pissed and depressed if we lost The Shoebill,” Fenrir says, taking one hand away from Rock's head to pet the deck, but Rock gently bites onto his straying hand to try and bring it back to her head. ”So needy,” Fenrir tells her and returns to petting her with both hands.
”Let's just take things one step at a time for now, alright? We'll win, save Nell, and be the awesome guys that people always accuse of cheating! It'll be just like old days.”
”I swear, I keep on trying to get out, but then I keep on getting pulled back. It must be destiny.”
”Prrrooobably! Anyways, go up there and get ready for fishing. We should be there soon,” Oleander says, leaning over to pat Fenrir on the back.
”Thanks, Olly. Oh, feeling better?” Fenrir asks as he stands up.
”Yup! I can feel my Mana coming back to me, so I'm not so tired anymore.”
”Good. Take it easy,” Fenrir says, walking back to the ship's bow where all of the fishing supplies are. ”Cannons loaded still?” he asks.
”Yeah. Ready if we get into a fight,” Serra answers.
”Feeling better?” Cassiel asks.
”I am, thanks. Just going to take things one step at a time for now so that I don't get caught up in my feelings and make mistakes. We're at enough of a disadvantage without me screwing things up and getting us in even more trouble,” Fenrir answers.
The designated isle comes into view. It's a small one, so getting behind it won't take long. Fenrir, Cassiel, Corwin, and Serra get their rods ready and set up with lures as lures supposedly work best for catching their target.
The closer they get, the more shipwrecks they encounter. Beached vessels that have clearly been abandoned for some time can be found along the beaches of the isle, and fresh debris floats in the water.
”They must have been fighting on the way here,” Cassiel tells Serra.
”Yeah. I wonder if anybody comes and tries to take stuff from sunken ships,” Serra says.
”I don't see why they couldn't. There are potions and spells to increase your ability to breathe underwater, and as long as you have a plan to deal with anything that might try attacking you, it should be fine.”
”I want to try it sometime.”
”I'll look around and see if I can find anything for us to do it after the tournament. Coral reefs might be extinct in real life, but here, the ocean is full of them. I bet you'd like it.”
”Like what?” Fenrir asks, now standing behind the girls.
”Plundering booty,” Serra answers in a deadpan voice.
”Sounds about right. Anyways, we'll be there soon. Let's get ready on the cannons just in case. We'll switch back to our rods once we're in the clear.”