List of Characters:
- Sven the Ugly Schmidt: Hacker turned gunner, rewiring cannon fuses.
- Klausi the Shithouse Demon: Mischievous demon, pranking sailors with glee.
- Murky Jan: Flamboyant manipulator, charming officers in a soaked tricorn.
- Crazy Pete the Fish (The Joker): Eccentric schemer, turning battle into bedlam.
- Thomas: Drug-addled Prussian, lost in rum haze and sea spray.
- Olaf “I Can’t Remember Anything” Amnesia: Forgetting which ship he’s on.
- Ms. Dumbo Bock: Ambitious politician, debating Boredom-Stonewall on deck.
- Muschi Lie En: Syndicate leader, eyeing the fleet’s loot for her empire.
- Fritz the Fozzler: Mysterious disruptor, prime target of Boredom-Stonewall’s prayers.
- Dr. Z: Neo-Nazi propagandist, admiring the navy’s ruthless discipline.
- Walburga the Valkyrie: Mythical warrior, her Wonder Sword slicing through rigging.
- Good Uncle Jochen: Lawyer, citing maritime law amid cannonballs.
- Dumb Tom: Tinkerer, rigging cannons to misfire.
- Dumb Beatrix: Baker, tossing biscuits to distract the crew.
- Godmother Erika: Enigmatic planner, weaving schemes in the salty chaos.
- Andreas and Edith: Wastepaper moguls, peddling battle charts in the fray.
- Vigo, die Geisel der Karpathen: Sinister figure, double-dealing with privateers.
- Kanye West: Time-traveling rapper, dropping bars on the quarterdeck.
- Count Don Robert Quichotte: Dumbo Bock’s foe, clashing with Boredom-Stonewall’s zeal.
- Archbishop Frank Boredom-Stonewall: Fake bigot preacher, now a British chaplain, enemy of Fritz, Dumbo, and Quichotte, preaching victory through cannon fire.
(Cue the roar of cannons, the crash of waves, and the snap of sails, as the crew leaps from London’s plague into the stormy chaos of the Battle of Trafalgar, 1805.)
The Wonder Sword’s light swallowed the plague’s miasma, hurling the crew from London’s rot into a pitching new peril. They landed on the slick deck of a British warship, the air thick with gunpowder and the sting of salt spray. Trafalgar thundered—ships of the line traded broadsides, sails shredded, and Archbishop Frank Boredom-Stonewall, now in a drenched chaplain’s robe with a cross aloft, stood at the helm, preaching. “Heathens! Cowards!” he bellowed, glaring at Fritz, Dumbo, and Quichotte. “God’s navy smites the foe—serve or sink!”
Sven, shaking off plague grime, fiddled with a cannon fuse. “From rats to rounds—I’d rather hack a sextant!” He dodged a sailor’s shove. Klausi, scampering along the rigging, flicked a rope at a gunner. “Oi, sea-dog, lighten up—demon’s here to swab!” The man swung a cutlass, missing wide.
Murky Jan, now in a soaked tricorn, flashed a grin at a lieutenant. “Darling, this battle’s divine—surely I’m too grand to grapple?” A cannonball splashed near his boots. Crazy Pete, twirling a stolen spyglass, danced on the deck. “Why so boomy, Frankie? This war’s my waltz—ha ha ha!” A splinter flew past, and he winked.
Thomas, swaying from rum he’d swiped, slurred, “This… this is triumph? Or just bad grog?” Olaf Amnesia, beside him, stared at the sails. “Did I enlist? Which flag’s ours?” A midshipman shoved him toward the guns.
Ms. Dumbo Bock, in a scavenged naval coat, faced Boredom-Stonewall. “Your fleet’s a sham—I’ll command this fight!” He waved a hymnbook, snarling, “Mutineer!” Count Don Robert Quichotte, greatcoat flapping, drew a pistol beside her. “Your prayers bore me, priest—and Bock’s mine to sink!” She elbowed him, earning a growl.
Muschi Lie En, eyeing a powder keg, whispered to a powder monkey. “Join me, and the sea’s ours—syndicate style!” Fritz the Fozzler, ducking Boredom-Stonewall’s pointed cross, muttered, “From death to deck…” The chaplain thundered, “You’re the devil’s storm—repent!” Dr. Z, loading a cannon, nodded. “Such naval might—a conqueror’s dream!”
Walburga, her Wonder Sword glowing, faced a marine’s bayonet. “Your steel’s no match—I’ll cleave this tide!” Boredom-Stonewall pointed, “Witch!” Good Uncle Jochen, dodging a shot, shouted, “Under admiralty—ow!—we’ve rights!” A rope silenced him.
Dumb Tom, rigging a cannon with a twig, grinned. “Fizzle the shot, dodge the blast—done!” Dumb Beatrix, tossing biscuits from her apron, called, “Eat this, not lead, you salty saps!” Andreas and Edith, clutching soggy charts, whimpered, “We’ll map your course—spare us!”
Godmother Erika, calm in the storm, murmured, “This sea’s our snare—rig it.” Kanye West, bold on the quarterdeck, rapped: “I’m Kanye, fleet king—beats hit harder than your guns, bling!” Vigo, cutting a deal with a privateer, smirked. “Victory or wreck—I win either way.”
Boredom-Stonewall swung his cross, his voice a roar. “Fire all guns—damn the French!” The deck erupted, cannons blazing, sails snapping. Pete’s spyglass spun, Sven’s fuse sparked, and Klausi tripped a chaplain into the sea. “Now!” Walburga roared, her sword slashing air, light bursting as chaos reigned. The Wonder Sword pulsed, and the crew vanished—waves crashing, Boredom-Stonewall’s rant fading into naval silence.
They landed in a heap, deck replaced by a dry wind, salt now sand. Sven groaned, “Where now?” Klausi sniffed, “Smells like dust—and danger.” Pete grinned, “New war, same stakes—fire away!”
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(End scene with the boom of a cannon and the cry of a distant gull.)
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