As Zypha made her way on top of the entrance, she managed to sneak past un-noticed. She could now overhear some conversations that the pirates were having, though. "Oh come on, Jim! I thought ya liked my jaguar!" One of the pirates said, who stood beside a jaguar. "Not when it SHITS on my FOOT." A second pirate barked back at him, who was facing him. The two men with the other jaguar who were sitting on the ground, at the campfire, were simply singing and drinking ale, and just didn't care. The two pirates who were standing and guarding the entrance very well weren't saying a single word, keeping their eyes on their immediate surroundings.

The man was getting more and more annoyed with Alan's attitude. He hopped up and down in frustration, and unsheathed his blade. He pointed it at Alan's neck. "Yer lucky da boss doesn't want us to kill ya! If it were up to me, you'd be dead already!" He roared. The last pirate who was leaning against the cave wall and reading the newspaper looked up at the pirate who was with Alan for a moment, to see what the fuss was about. He shrugged and returned back to reading his newspaper.