Launcher carefully grabbed Chaka's unconscious form and, after clearing the foam from her mouth, placed her mask back on. Never before had all the men become so instantly disinterested and disappointed, but this was the situation they found themselves in. The dodgeball queen walked Chaka through the rest of the crew to take their seats back. One perverted crew member attempted to get in closer and swipe the mask back off from Chaka, but was sent flying across the horizon for his troubles. Mag Launcher wouldn't let any of the fools take advantage while Chaka was out cold.

Meanwhile, whispers swept over the Buccaneers in tides. Whispers of how apart from the captain, only one of the officers was left. If the Red Rums or the Krunches listened in, they'd pick up on all the doubts this enemy crew had begun to have in their team. Only two left, while the opposition had so many remaining? It seemed like a hopeless battle now! Ah, but the morale began to improve when someone brought up how most of those who had won were injured and exhausted to the point that continuing would be a guaranteed win for the Buccaneers. Besides, they still have Bullet Bill, and nobody could possibly beat him, right? Yeah!

Speak of the devil, Bill stood up to address everyone. [color=darkslategray]"I think I speak fer er'ebody when I say this's bin a [i]fantastic[/i] display a'skill n'sportsmanship. Yer up on us, but I'm confidant we'll pull together in the final quarter, as they say. Tzar, yer up. Make it a goodin' one."[/color]

The final of the Buccaneer lieutenants previously introduced stood up, a tattered white marine's chef uniform adorning his torso. A falcon stood firm upon his shoulder, regal and proud. This man, Tzar, stood just as proud and regal as his avian companion as he descended the bleachers. His long braid swayed back and forth with each footstep, keeping time like a metronome. Once at the forefront, he spun round on his heel and, in a deep Russian accent, addressed everyone. 

[color=greenyellow]"Thank you, captain. I am Howie Tzar, and I shall be your final obstacle, for nobody can defeat me in my chosen contest. There is nothing more proud than the-OOOOW STOP IT! WHAT THE HELL, FRANKIE?! LET GO!"[/color] In the middle of his speech, the falcon on his shoulder, Frankie, had mistaken Tzar's long ear for a grub, and had latched on with its razor sharp beak. The man flailed and stumbled about like a loon, desperately trying to pull his companion off.

[hider=Character Box][center][b][color=greenyellow][h3]"Crimson Blade" Howie Tzar[/h3]
Chef of the Buccaneer Pirates
Not as cool as he thinks he is. Likes birds. They don't like him.[/color][/b]
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After a few good moments of tugging on Frankie, the bird finally let go once it saw a real grub in the hedge maze, and took off after it. Tzar opted to breathe a few seconds, and bandage his now bleeding head. [color=greenyellow]"Yes, well, as I was saying, none can best me in the eating contest! Rules are simple: My assistant cooks will be constantly wheeling out raw ingredients and foodstuffs. I and my competitor will have to design food on the spot, and immediately feed it to our competitor, so we are constantly designing food for the opponent. If either of us takes a break lasting longer than ten seconds, that person loses. If someone passes out, that someone loses. If we run out of food, the one who ate the least loses. If you throw up, you lose. I plan to out eat every single one of you. Now then, who shall be my first victim?"[/color]

Immediately all of the Krunch pirates turned to look at their captain. Runch straightened back his hat, stood up, and casually strolled down the bleachers. [color=turquoise]"Since my fellow captain already got to show off, it's only fair that I take my turn, right? Besides, an eating contest... Well, that just tickles my mustache pink. And with me, I guarantee nobody will be running out of food anytime soon."[/color] To demonstrate, he casually dropped a few pellets of cereal to the ground in front of Tzar. [color=turquoise]"Shall we begin?"[/color]

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[color=orangered]"I can't make that sort of deal. You see, I'm no filthy pirate."[/color] The man took a moment to light up a cigar retrieved from his jacket, took a few puffs, then blew out a fancy smoke cloud in the form of a seagull. [color=orangered]"The name is Captain Lance Pike, and this is my marine base. Everything and everyone around you here are all marine owned."[/color]

He took a moment to take another few puffs of his cigar, probably to dull the pain of his shredded leg. [color=orangered]"Everything was dandy, being stationed here right at the entrance to the Grand Line. Right out of the gate about 25% of pirates would have to come here to my base, so it's been a great job taking out rookies before they can cause too much trouble. Everything was dandy up until about a month ago when we got a new shipment of weapons, which included a... Special experimental weapon. That blasted [i]cannon.[/i]"[/color]

Pike slammed his fist into the floor, cracking the rock. His knuckles barely looked bruised. [color=orangered]"It introduced itself as 'Bullet' Bill, the 'captain.' It's a god forsaken weapon, and nothing more. A cannon, serial number AR-34, but with special properties. I don't understand how exactly, but the higher ups were able to 'feed' the cannon a devil fruit. The hito hito no mi. As a result, it came to life with a human form, and a will of its own. It was supposed to be my best weapon, heavy artillery that can aim itself, reload itself, prioritize targets and follow orders... But that last bit it took issue with. It decided that the marines don't treat it 'fair.' Like a god damn hunk of iron has any fucking rights. It led a mutiny, took my crew stationed here, and turned them into pirates for fun. So no, I will not follow you out to sea for pirating once you help me. I will stay at my goddamn station, as I was ordered to, and continue to intercept and arrest pirate scum that enters the Grand Line. But I'll let you and your crew go without any more trouble. Won't even report to the higher ups that you were ever here."[/color]

Pike had finished his cigar, putting it out by rubbing it against the bit of rock floor he had punched. He then looked back up to Dirk with a terrifying, positively menacing grin, and held out his hand. [color=orangered]"Deal?"[/color]