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Somewhere to the South of this little mess, A large ironclad Naval Vessel made way toward the shores. A couple Marines stood at the bow dressed in the standard uniform. Each of their caps had the word 'MARINE' sprawled across the front in big black letters like some terrible catchphrase.
As the silence progressed on the rest of the ship, Conversation suddenly was made among the crewmen.
One of the Marines turned to his comrade with a curious expression. "Have you heard from the Admiral yet?" The man shook his head in reply. "I think he was in his quarters with the pirate listing last I heard, We're making a stop soon for his-"
"COLA! WHERE IS MY COLA?!" A voice bellowed from the gallery. The two officers became dead silent and straightened up, looking off into the blue ocean in front of them and observing the cool, damp wind an the soft roll of the ocean waves ...
"Hey, Hey dude? Did you not hear me? WHERE IS MY COLA." The Vice Admiral yelled at the row of his crew watching them scramble and bump into each other in the process of looking for the ever illusive case of the precious 'Koke-Cola'. One brave crew member turned to stare into his reflection in the Admirals sun glasses before he found words falling from his lips.
"Sir... We're out of your Soda."
The whole crew paused, Everyone stopped breathing and their eyes darkened in fear. This never happened before! What were they to do?! The luck would surely turn on them now, The ride had been so peaceful before this incident and now they were all going to DI-
"Well, Shit." Jan said, smoothing back some unruly strands of his inky black hair. His lanky form shifted a little to lean on the railing of his ship, raising up his glasses to look into the distance with honey- ...Rather, syrup colored eyes.
"See that nasty blob of land in the distance? Looks kinda like a zit?" The crew nodded reluctantly. "We stop there and get more Cola, Then we move on. You feel me?" They nodded again and when the Admiral smiled, a reassurance washed over the men. Another incident happily avoided...
"Now move this thing faster," Jan kicked the deck to make his point. "I need my Cola or I'll chuck every one of you sorry bastards off this vessel." Hearing an obedient 'Yes Sir!' Jan felt it was time to return to his quarters and continue those pirate bounty papers.
And by continue papers, He meant sleeping.
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