Loud chomps could be heard between the sighs as the balloon savored a piece of meat. Spittle seemed to fly everywhere in the room, a huge puddle had already formed below the table, it looked much like a river with lines of tributaries that seemed to flow in separate directions.

On the bed sat a third man, looking at the two with a bemused expression.

Yes, it was exactly the trio, whose journey we had been following so far. (A/N well who do you think I can write about here?)

{Lore}

My head ached as I looked at the two people I had resolved to travel with, my eyes swam with a stream of fake tears as I imagined the amount of s.h.i.+t the two guys would get me into, 'so much trouble…' I thought sadly as I forced myself to think happy thoughts.

My mind filled with an unnecessary amount of memories from my past life, a world seemed to open up above me, a galaxy of stars that seemed to gleam with the brightness of a million numbers. Everything around me seemed to be composed as a line of falling numbers - each number telling a story that most resembled the history of the world. This world I called my datascape and as long as I was here time remained stagnated.

My body turned blue as I looked at the world around me, the gra.s.s seemed to compose of only a single line of code - one line of code that represented its entirety.

The stars glimmered as I sighed. I finally understood, the skies above, they were where I stored all the information that I had obtained, in this life and my previous one, and now I could use it all! Not pa.s.sively as I had been doing - aim a.s.sists and the like, but as legitimate software that I could now download onto any canvas!!

I could create anything, provided of course the material composition was fulfilled! I was a programmer in my own little game world!!

As I finally calmed down, I felt a deep resonance with the world around me - this was my home. In here, I could be as I wanted - the Weeb I was!

The euphoria of my break through finally left me as my mind was again brought to its calm state, like an undisturbed pool, without any ripples, I was at peace. I was excited no denying it, but I was calm about, you know what I mean? (how would you y'all haven't gone on an adventure since that one time you jumped off your crib! Wait was that only me?.... Moving on!)

The world finally returned to normal, a breath I didn't know I was holding was released and my hair fluttered in an invisible breeze. (A/N Anime style!)

As I rose from the table I finally looked at the newest addition to my pirate crew ( yes, I decided to recruit him, no, I do not want to tell you of the night long conversation. I'm sleepy, I want to sleep…) Though he reminded me of a Sebas. with his unruly grey hair and beard, all other characteristics that he possessed though reminded me of an annoying d.i.c.k. (Hence my disbelief at that otherwise disturbingly uncanny resemblence)

The p.r.i.c.k smiled at me provocatively as he too rose from the bed, his bony frame had by now gotten quite filled up, though it was at the cost of what seemed like a century of savings unconsciously contributed by the resident rich of Minnon.

The fatty too had used this opportunity to fill his abyss like stomach, and now we were all ready to go, (I had two crew members how cool was that… stop it inner weeb, go back to that dark cave from whence you came!! namely my datas.p.a.ce where no one would see me)

"I feel like a common bandit…" I said grumpily as I stared at the ones who had forced me onto the accursed path of Banditry, the aggressors at least had the courtesy to look guilty, so I supposed that....

'You know what screw it. Anymore thinking and I'll probably gain premature wrinkles' I thought as I walked on trying to steer the crew towards the pier, "Don't screw up anything , low profile, low profile!" I whispered to them, in an attempt, I confess to brainwash them into adopting a low profile.

The fresh cry of seagulls, mingling with the not so fresh cry of the merchants rang in the morning air as we walked on towards the blacksmiths, who was right on the root to the port where I had docked my boat.

An important looking police officer walked up to us, an amiable-old man look to him as he began, "You folks aren't from around here are ya? Beware the thieves aroun' 'ere they are a roguish lot who've gotten more active these past few days..... Been stealing stuff from the rich left right and centre! No respect for law an' order ai tell ya! Anywho, if you folks so come across 'em, just keep in mind, not all of Minnon are like tha'.

Anyway merry day gentlemen, have a nice journey, and hope your stay in Minnon don't get ruinn'" And with those guilt inducing words the officer was off, complaining about the state of affairs and the pompousness of the rich 'sn.o.bs' for being unable to 'keep their pockets to 'emselves!'.

A line of sweat - all from how hot the day was, I wasn't automatically afraid of the police man. No way!! - ran down my spine as we got into the recently visited store. I had prepared enough money to buy a few weapons so I got in confidently.

"I want an Axe, give me the heaviest axe you got old man!" he told the smith. The pudgy man sighed as he got up from his stool, "'ere ya go that's 5000 belli.." he said lazily handing over the axe before settling down to sleep on his stool. (How the man did that baffled me)

As we walked out of the shop, a huge BOOM was heard in the distant pier ringing loudly in the air, foreshadowing to the chaos that would shortly engulf the Island.........