Shouting, metal clashing and flintlocks spark. However this was no battle on the high seas or a raid on some unlucky coastal village, this was the politics of The Buccaneer's Court. "This is war!" Bartholomew shouted, standing from his seat "The H.I.C squeezes us dry as citizens, hunts us as Pirates and then expects us to sign a treaty with them? I think not! I say we prepare every vessel that floats and let them be squeezed instead." Some of Bartholomew's crewmen all nod and agree, causing the real of The Lords to murmur "The declaration of war is something that only The Pirate King can do." Jean retorted, using the shine of his cutless as a mirror, touching up his makeup "Says so in The Code, no?~" The slight sultryness in the Wickerbeast's tone set something off in Bartholomew, who responded by slamming his claw on the table "I know what the code says, pretty boy! What I'm saying now is that there's no time for an election. We need to act and-" Suddenly Bartholomew was interrupted by Jean stepping up onto the table "Pretty boy!? Pretty boy you say? I may be pretty but I'm no boy!" Jean shouted, pointing his cutless at Bartholomew. Again he responded, this time by drawing his own sword. Soon a fight began once more, Bonnie, who was sitting next to her husband, let out a tired sigh "Every time..." Bonnie said, grabbing a bottle of rum with her tail and using it to take a swig