Graveyard of a Madman Part 54

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The sun was over the horizon now, and the evening sun was looking as beautiful as ever. As hangovers dissipated, and spirits began to fly once again, the dancing commenced, and the laughter began! A wedding was to be had in honor of their allies and friends, Runagai Chio and Daro Daro Usagi! They stood on the beach, lighting torches that stuck up from the sands and a big, roaring fire in the middle of the coast. Around this, many of them danced! Knave went absolutely hysterical around the fire, and was joined by a spiritual and dazed Hakuryuu, who danced very close to the bonfire. As Jiro and Mary played their guitars, simply jamming out along with Thoosa, going no specific way, but not really caring where the music went. They smiled, and shared their drinks as they strummed their respective instruments, and enjoying the company of new musical enthusiasts.

Mountain Mike sat among them, a small distance away from them, as he took up a large part of sand, but he was still engaged with many of the crews, and received many good natured visits from some of the pirates. There came a time, however, when he took up his gigantic mug of ale and sat up straight, drawing everyone's attention, and promptly stopping the music.

Mike: Friends! Though I have only been here for a day, I feel that this crowd is, indeed a bunch of pirates that I would be proud to know in life! And, having known love of my own, I can tell you that there is nothing better in the hundred seas than the finding of two souls that were destined to be together! So cheers! Cheers to the union of the beautiful and powerful Usagi, and her brave and mighty Chio! Cheers!

All: Cheers!

That was when they all took a drink, and continued to watch the sun set over the horizon as their festivities continued with a great bunch of sea food roasting on their respective fires.

Among the crowd was one who did not dance. She simply stood there, her gigantic pair of scissors on her back, and a frown on her face. Emily, of the revolutionaries, glared at the blond-furred cat who sat with the Pop Band Pirates, playing a guitar. Though, surprisingly, Jiro seemed to glanced back at her, and in between notes, motioned for her to go over, farther away from the bonfire. She did this, and to her surprise, there was Jiro with his guitar strapped to his back.