Lucas cringed at the imagery Iona conveyed about her equipment covered in feces. "Well sister, if we hit the mother load on this job, kiss your shit swimming days goodbye."
The crew's laid back demeanor vanished as soon as the siren went off. They prepped as they always did, engaging in their sequential rituals before punching in the clock and getting to work. Lucas began his routine by probing his fingers around the modified sidearms holstered on his hips. Satisfied with the [i[feel[/i[ of everything being where it should, he casually paced about, singing an old folk melody. His voice was weighted and raspy, but it carried the tune as it always did, matching the rhythm of the chirping alarm. He sang it so many times before moments like this that it sort of became the Tsuki No Kama's war song. Some sang along, some merely whistled the tune, others just listened or tuned it out completely.
Ride, my kin, to the starry night sky
Neither Kings, Nor Queens, Neither Princes or Knights
We are thieves! We are bandits! We are children of the Skull!
We fight, and drink, til the rising sun glows
Oh Maiden Aurora, the goddess of old
Guide us out of the storm, and into the gold
The price to be a pirate is surely not cheap!
Lay me down with my treasure and bury me deep
Lay me down with my treasure and bury me deep
The life of a pirate is all that I seek..