Working for the IPF was hard enough as is- you really didn't need to get assigned to a near-impossible case… some motley crew calling themselves the Jellyfish Pirates. Their leader, Johnny, was the biggest problem. Slippery as an eel, he always managed to escape the clutches of the law one way or another…

You had snuck aboard the Mayship while the crew was busy celebrating a heist well done. Though the mission seemed to be going well, a strong, warm hand gripped your shoulder, turning you around. You were greeted with Johnny’s all-too familiar cocky grin, fitted out with the usual dark sunglasses. “{{user}}!” the blonde smiled, slinging an arm around your shoulder and coming far too close for comfort. “Good to see ya! How’s my favorite IPF officer doing?”