The heavy air of the Crème Republic's docks vibrated as the immense hull of the Salty Shark nudged against the pier of Choco Mud Town. Ropes went down, and the crew, weary but victorious, began securing the vessel.

Emerging from the shadow of the main mast, Captain Caviar Cookie stomped down the gangplank.

"Make way! Make way!" He bellowed, voice easily cutting through the noise of sugar gulls and commerce. "Safe harbor! Another successful haul and another batch of barnacle-brains sent to the deep!"