Some O’clock, The Rumtown Docks. 

Chirashi had made his way onto the marine ship, Luckily no stragglers appeared to be remaining. His head shifted left and right as he wandered the hallways. Yes, This was good so far, [color=82ca9d]“Nothing to see here.”[/color] He muttered under his breathe, quickly turning a corner and dropping to the ground. Using his amazing Fishman agility he scurried along the wooden deck like a crab. [color=82ca9d]“Yes… It’s here!” [/color]He exclaimed in a hushed voice, quickly cupping his hands over his mouth. [color=82ca9d]“Shhh….”[/color] Chirashi spoke to himself. 

Yes, this was the treasure he’d been seeking! With shaky hand, he reached for the doorknob. Behind this door, this very wooden door that stood before him, was everything he could want! Yes! Behind this door! WAS THE MARINE KITCHEN THAT HOUSED EVERY RECIPE HE COULD THINK OF! (possibly.) -Warning ShipMayNotContainEveryRecipeYouCouldImagine- 

Yes! He grabbed the knob, throwing the door open and burst inside. [color=82ca9d]“HELLO RECIP-[/color]” He stopped himself as he came to the quick realization, This room was not empty. Inside the kitchen was an entire cheffery, Cheffary… cheffe… A bunch of cooks! [color=82ca9d]“Fffffffffffffffff-fish nuggets.”[/color] Chirashi grabbed a chef’s hat off the hook next to the door, placed it on his head and, with one quick turn of the heel, walked right back out the door. 
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“Good day Gents!”[/color] He nodded back to them as he walked away. 

“He’s tress-passing!” 
“Grab the guns!” 
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“I’m sure we could talk about this!” [/color]The fishman chef shouts as bullets whiz past him. 

“You’re under arrest!” 
“Stop resisting!” 
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“THIS IS CLEARLY A RACIAL THING ISN’T IT!?” [/color]He screams back.

“Dirty Fishmen, think they own everything!” One of the marines screams at him. 
“Jesus Doug…”
“Take a chill pill man...”
“Really.” 
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“Nope.” [/color]Chirashi leaps from the deck of the ship and into the ocean. [color=82ca9d]“I forgot for a second there. I can swim faster underwater… I’m a damned fishman.” [/color]He sighed, but looking back… [color=82ca9d]“But… Those recipes...”[/color]