The Ball of Pinmack

First Dance
A calm and peacefull night within the vast seas of the New World, full moon shinning bright with the thousends of stars that ilumintaed the sky and this night, the spotlite layd itself onto the massive white island of Pinmack. A massive island, completelly covered in snow Pinmack was known across sertain parts of the sea as standing at a high pedestal for resorces gathering, as its mines were covered in only the richest of minerals. But its biggest remark stood inside the villages and not the mines, as for decades the people of Pinmack have stood their grounds against pirates, marines and any group that atempt to claim their territory as theirs. Untill.

On this forsaken night, the calm waters surrounding the island were covered by dozens of ships, all bearing one specific flag. A regular pirate jolly roger with the skull and crossed bones, but this one had the bones replaced with black canes and seemed to be wearing both a top hat and a small monocle. This is the flag of the infamous Classy Pirates. And in the center of the island, the all dressed in suits and long dresses, Classy Pirates collapsed against the commoner villagers, equipped with all their makeshift weapons and ragged clothes.

"Everything seems to be going according to plan." Right at the back of all the well-dressed pirates, a small group could be seen watching the battle unfolding. "Sir all of the attacking sides reported." Amongst them, one glasses-wearing girl dressed in a black three-piece suit spoke to the towering figure that stood within them. "All of them succeeded on their charges." In front of her, standing several feet above all the other members was Classy Manson, the infamous Captain of the Classy pirates.