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(That would be in reference to the huge 'TIME SKIP' in Sorain's previous post. Apparently, we've been on the boat for a few weeks, getting chummy with the pirates. Kudos to Sorain for skipping all that nonsense @@ Now Altoli gets to play fetch with the rudder XD)

((its time, tsuki. Me and you attack the leaders head qurters. Inside there are 3 pirates guarding his door and then hes inside. feel free to take out some pirates on the way. Everyone else, pwn There are 50 pirates outside the guards for the captain, please keep count on how many you kill in your post))

Sorain could feel the boat slowing down. Sorain allowed his block on his chakra to die and let his natural chakra as a ninja flow into him. Sorain reached to the floor and grabbed a pirate cutlace and then turned to look up at Tsuki. He nodded to her once then started the attack,"Alright! Take em down!" He said, although he did not say it loudly he had some force in his voice for sure. Sorain mearly ran past the pirates that were so drunk that they could not stand, It would have been a waist of time to bother with them. He would trust there deaths to Vykin and the others. Right now the main focus was getting passed the close to fifty pirates that were sober enough to realize what was going on. Sorain jumped into the air and grabbed a hanging rope and swung from one side of the ship almost to the other end. Landing himself in the middle of four of the fifty. Sorain brought his blade up and made his first slash across the pirates chest. The blood splattered like a hose. Sorain for a moment puased. The thrill of kill, not something that he had felt in a long time. He could already feel the thought taking over.

Sorain smiled to himself, "Yea" He said under his breath. Sorain dropped the sword all together and pulled out two senbon per hand. Swipping once at the pirates neck he slit his through clean, Sorain twisted his body, using the lubricant of the first pirates blood to help him move. Grabbing the third pirate by the wrist Sorain lifted his hand into the air and brought his right foot crashing into the back of the pirates leg, throwing him to the floor. Sorain reached his right hand into the air and brought it down with enough force to drive the senbon through the pirates skull. Sorain looked up and then to the rest of the them. The fight had started.

(( Ok. That I can do. ))

Tsukiyamoru nodded once in return, sliding down a rope from the Crows Nest to the deck, drawing her sword as she landed lightly on the deck. Darting past the drunken forms, she caught up with him quickly, making a rope of water so latch onto the same beam that Sorain had used, swinging across, rolling when she landed. She was greeted by a burly man, her eyes flashing as she dodged around his grab attempt, slashing down his spine, watching him twitch violently as he hid the deck. She stepped to the side of a slash and spun around, moving smoothly through the next man that approached her, his stomach spilling his guts out onto the dark deck, making a rather satisfying thump when he hit it shortly after.

Glancing to Sorain, she seemed herself, with maybe a flicker of difference that passed over her eyes. Then she moved forward, a sphere of water forming next to her shoulder. It froze over and shot out to a group of pirates starting forward, suddenly shattering in the middle of them, thousands upon thousands of needles shooting through their midst. Their crimson life force streamed out of them as they hit the deck, continuing to move forward. Her sword was poised and ready to move at anyone elses attack to her, for the moment in the clear since she took out that group of four ahead of her.

As the fighting broke out on the boat, Vykin casually kept on sipping her drink. She took this time to look at all of the people that were on this boat. She wondered if this was the best approach. They were completely destroying all of the crew, which was going to leave them with an unmanned vessel. If they could get a loyal crew for the remainder of the mission, guaranteeing their lives would be spared as an incentive to help them out. If it was absolutely necessary, they could kill them on their way off of the boat, but otherwise the shinobi didn't really think it was necessarily the best idea. One of the drunken sailors came stumbling by her, so she simply stuck out a leg, causing the man to wash overboard. Either he would die from drowning in his drunken stupor or Al down there could have some fun with him, but overall, she didn't see the need to participate in the manslaughter that was happening on the deck. So screw this, she was going to go for the big girl on this ship. The captain was the female named Polly Devron, concurrent with the information that had been given to them, and boy was she sex-hungry. It wasn't hard to guess that she was a bi-sexual, and because of this nature, she had filled her ship up with the hottest guys and girls around. Vykin's armblade was a little bit of a turnoff with her, but after she began to explain was other uses that it could have, Polly was intrigued and admitted her on the ship. Good thing Sai didn't have to get on the ship. His ugly a** wouldn't have gotten even close to boarding.

As Vykin moved towards the captain's quarters, she smacked another man overboard with the broadside of her bladed arm as she calmly walked towards the captain's quarters. She kicked in the door as she walked inside, charging her blade up with chakra as she trotted down the stairs. As she got to the captain's room, she sliced through it with her chakra blade, walking through the hole that she had formed inside of it. As she entered the room, there was an extremely ornate bed taking up most of the left wall, able to fit at least four people easily. She was sleeping on the bed with her silken lingerie alongside her first mate, Ramirez, who appeared to not be wearing any clothes himself. Her forced entry caused both of them to stir as Vykin entered the room, saying, "How was the ******** got up and slid off of the bed as Ramirez merely rolled over. She said, "Well, I can always count on Ramirez for a great time... why else do you think that he's my first mate? However, you still haven't shown me what you could do with that device of yours Lyla."

Vykin smirked slightly as she said, "Oh... by the way, my name's now Lyla. It's Vykin. And I'll ******** show you what I can do with it..."

Vykin charged and slashed towards the woman with her chakra charged blade, but the woman seemed to... it wasn't a flicker, but it was almost like she moved away with an abnormal smoothness. The shinobi blinked, and narrowed her eyes. So, she was indeed gifted in the shinobi arts. Vykin wasn't completely sure. Half of the pirates she had met had been gifted with Wind and Water elemental chakra and lead their crews in this manner. But she wasn't sure about this Polly Devron. Now it was obvious that she was indeed a shinobi as well. Pirate-nin as Vykin labeled them. The kunoichi glared at her opponent as she reached towards the bed, grabbing one of the silken sheets and draping it over herself. What as her style... the shinobi wondered as she readied herself for another attack.

Sorain looked up to the stairs that lead to the captains qurters, noticing Vykin entering the captains area. "She better not...." He said outloud, narrowly ducking a slash that came from his right, some pirate trying to take advantage of Sorain not paying attention at the moment. If he knew anything about the Shinobi world he would know that he was doomed from the start, as if Sorain could be defeated in such close quarters, as Hyuuga he dominated close range. Sorain could not believe what had just happened. It was a feeling of releaif mixed with being pissed off. Pissed off because Vykin yet again disobeyed orders and deviated from the mission plain, at ease because now he had an excuse to not lead anymore. He already loathed the idea of being in charge, but there was no way in hell he was going to lead a group of ninja that were so under trained that they dont know how to follow orders. Vykin was the straw that broke the camels back. If she wanted to go all willy nilly and make up her own plans then so be it.

Sorain noticed Tsuki coming into the fight, he knew that she was going to go for the captain, but he decided not to say anything to her, he was not going to be given hardly anymore orders unless it was absolutely necessary, and since she already knew what she was supposed to do he would trust that she would do it. If she did not then that would just be another ninja that would go on his list of people to never trust in battle again.

Sorain then thought about how he planned to destroy this ship after the attack was over. That would give him and Sai something to do, blow s**t up. Perfect.

Sorain at that moment abandoned his quest to attack the leader. Vykin and Tsuki should be enough to handle it, if not then he would move into positon to help. But because Vykin insisted on deviating from the plan someone had to pick up her slack and make sure that no sailor were able to come to the captains aid.


Sorain seized the sailor taht attacked him by the arm and drove his knee into the mans chest. Then with a sharp upper cut Sorain almost tore the sailors jaw off, knocking him into the water with a splash, if he was not dead he was about to be. Sorain then turned and looked with a frustrainted face. he was sick of this already, he wanted to think about how pissed he was and yet he was battle. Which is why he was about to see to it these sailors died in the next few moments. "Scalding Hands!" Sorain yelled. His hands began to glow red, like red hot irons. Sorain weaved in and out of the sailors. His body hardly having time to compose after his rapid session of turning to mist and stricking many of the men dead.

Hearing another splash into the water Altoli reacted as he was instructed. The man seemed to be a little less drunk then the others had been but still drunk no less. As Altoli bit down on the man's ankle as he had the others this one began to try and fight back. Kicking Alolti in the head repeatedly in fear in panic the man was only going to make things worse for himself. Getting very annoyed by the mans kicking Alolti quickly released the mans original foot biting down hard on his other leg that had been kicking his head. Using that over 100lbs of pressure his jaws were able to generate he tore the man's leg right off of the rest of his body causing him to bleed profusely. With this massive amount of blood that had collected in the water Altoli knew that actual sharks would eventually be drawn to the area. He didnt know what hed do when that happened but he didnt want to have to think about it for to long. The man was now trying to scream in pain as he leg was torn off but to no avail. Instead his lungs were filled with water and blood that quickly drowned him and his body sank down to the ocean floor. Spitting out the mans leg Altoli quickly resrufaced once again. He was getting bored with the helplessly drunk victims that were being thrown into the water. It didnt seem like they could swim much in their current state anyways so he wasnt completely needed in the water much anymore. Doing as he had done before he used his chackra to spring himself out of the water and onto the boats deck. Hearing noises he looked back down into the water and he had been right. The massive amount of blood surging through the water and the smell of raw meat had attracted sharks into the area. He figured theyd take care of the victims in the water now letting him to be able to take on the crew on deck. Turning around he saw a man half running at him with a arm held high with a sword in its hand. Altoli simply ran up to him and grabbed the raised arm preventing him from doing anything with the sword. Quickly afterwards Alotli went in close biting down into the drunken pirates neck tearing out a large chunk of it. The man was dead instantly hitting the wooden deck with a thud. Spitting out the chunk he felt there was still reminents left in his mouth. "Great...I'll be picking skin out of my teeth all morning." As he said this a second pirate came stumbling at him but this one was unarmed. Instead of getting his teeth bloody again he simply grabbed the man and threw him over board to the searching sharks below. The man didnt last very long in the water at all. Looking around at how well everyone seemed to be doing it seemed he wasnt needed much up on deck. He figured he could pick off random pirates but there went to many of them left that the others couldn't handle.

Before Seto knew of his teammates' paces of manslaughter, he was found with noone else to maim in his vicinity. So, Not wanting to let his transformation to to waste, he thrust his hands into the desk where he stood. Tiny strands of water began to creep about, filling in every nooks and cranny around and below him to around a five foot radius. As soon as Sorain and the others had finished the job, Seto would conduct the more productive side of his job: evidence destruction. By the time his proverbial land mine was set, Seto was prepared to sink the ship. All Sorain had to do was give the order, and the central core of the ship would shatter, leaving it to slowly sink at its own leisure.

Of course, a particular pirate who'd evaded death so far spied Seto in his preparations. Hoping to possibly save the day, or whatever was left of the day, He found his way behind Seto and unsheathed a cutlass, charging with a tell-tale cry of lethal intent. Leave it to a pirate to do something stupid in a time of crisis, and give his position away. Set didn't even have to glance in the victim's direction, let alone move at all to dispatch him. Just before the unfortunate man was within slashing range of the hulking ninja, he found his feet trapped in a familiar watery goo. Defiant in his doom, he struggled and shouted, trying to release himself as tiny droplets seeped up from the floorboards. Then, in an instant, he was silent as the loud squelching of a thousand needle-thin spines splayed him where he stood. The little death pins quickly retracted from the mans body and back into the floor as he fell with a wet splat into his own pool of blood. The man's body resembled a slab of wood fed to termites, riveted with uncountable, but small puncture wounds.