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A little girl sat sulking in a box.
"If...if only I used that money to buy the ticket..." a certain noble lamented over her decision to donate to a certain orphanage.
"Aren't you a noble or something? Can't you go like 'in the name of my whatever family, let me on the ship!'" Dominic asked.
"I won't abuse my family name like that!" Issabell retorted.
"What a goody-two-shoes.Pfft" Dominic replied.
"What kind of reaction is that?! And..you...take responsibility!" she demanded.
"yada yada whatever" Dominic replied.
The girl who is being used to cover the erotic part of the novel continued to sulk at a corner.
"Cleanse!" she casted.
"Oh, are you a priest?" Dominic asked, curious.
"No, but all spells can be learned you know...shut up!" the (probably) stupid noble girl pouted.
"Whatever then" Dominic replied.
"..." a momment of silence passed as the two who had nothing to do could only blankly stare into space.
"KRAKEN ITS A KRAKEN ATTACK!" the crew members screamed, as Dominic could feel the box moving below his feet.
"Lets go" Dominic said, as he opened the cover and leapt out.
However, the girl refused to come along.
"My...my legs..."
"its numb" she said with an embarassed face.
Dominic pulled her up.
The ship rocked and turned sideways, as kraken attempted to collapse the ship.
"Danger level 20! Fire the missles!"
"The turrets have been destroyed!"
"SHIT"
"EVACUATE"
"All passengers, please leave the premises immediately!" the announcement was made, as Dominic could see crowds of people sailing away on rubber boats.
Walking slowly in the collapsing ship, Dominic couldn't see a single person in need of help.
"Guess the information broker was wrong?" he wondered.
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"What are you doing?! Get out now!" Issabell warned him, as Dominic saw everyone getting onto rubber boats and floating away.
"Alright, that's the last..."
"There are still 2 people on the boat?! Who are they?!"
"None of our concern, they didn't pay insurance, let's get out of here!"
"No...Wait..." Issabell could only sulk as she watched the rubber boats move away, powered by the magic of its passengers.
"This is all your fault!" blamed the noble girl born with a silver spoon.
The ship tilted at an angle, as the Kraken was fully intent on dragging its new plaything down with it.
Krakens- giant fucking squids.
Closing her eyes and begging for forgiveness on all her wrong doings, Issabell crouched and huddled herself. Perhaps praying for some divine intervention. But in reality, she was chanting an ultimate spell.
Dominic still had to resuce this Issac something from the sea. Thus the boat proved to be useful.
There was a loud bang. Distrubting her silenet chant.
And when she opened her eyes, the kraken was gone.
"Looks like we got a free ship" Dominic commented on the situation.
"Alright then, I'm the captain now" he declared, and ran up to the control room.
"Eh?"
Leaving the confused noble aside, Dominic set out on the journey to find the treasure rescue some guy named Issac in the great sea of Galiol.
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