Folding Shackles

Hunting the Hunter
"This is not one bit funny," Blumenthal Gerhard hurried across the wooden streets of Dursea, the main town at the summer island of Shrewsoft. It was pretty large, but, even then, it only harbored simple civilization, although a very prosperous one. Their settlements manifested in the form of intricate huts, made through the use of their native archicteture an wood.

Gerhard knew better than to stay that much on this island, after all, Marines periodically visited it, though he had been there for half a day already. Even high ranks such as Ravinger Terell, given the presence of a giant Snow Globe in the beach's distance. Soon he would know, as he ran in the docks.

"These are the pirates from earlier..." People chatted in the background.

"Oh yeah? Has someone already called the navy?" Others shrugged in response.

"Rsrsrsrsrsrsrs!" Elizabeth tried muffling her laughter with her sleeve, gliding around the air while hugging the Caladbolg tight against herself. "Why so persistent?!" She cooed in the distance, many people turning to look at their convo, "Are you afraid some marine is- OH NO, I FORGOT THIS ISLAND IS A PIT-STOP!!!" Elizabeth cupped her head and nearly fell.

Gerhard facepalmed, "Are y'serious?!" He yelled at her and closed his fists, his mask not muffling it any single bit. "What th' hell does ya' pirate alliance want to do with my Caladbolg?! Give't back!" Gerhard fisted the docks' wood, after some few seconds a new DUNGEON that expanded through a good deal of the island and part of the water surged.

"Nononono!" Elizabeth tipped left and right with her finger, "Judith has said I've been slacking!" Then again, being caught here by a Marine of all things would be the true punishment. She clicked her teeth once a quite large aura entered her field, though, she couldn't take her eyes off Gerhard.