Father and Son

"Amina, where are the kids?" Raul asked as he unsheathed his sword.

"Um, they were feeding the dinos." Amina stuttered as the banging on the door got louder.

"Hello~?" the voice outside the bridge's iron door called out to them.

"You guys hold them off while Amina and I pick up the kids," Raul ordered the guards.

"Aw man, I can't believe I have to blow up this door," the voice teased as sounds of hissing could be heard.

"Get cover!" Raul heard the noise and advised the crew to get cover.

Without hesitation, everyone found cover; for those who couldn't, they stuck to the wall where the door was.

Not long after, a loud boom came from outside the door. The boom made the iron door fly out of the bridge's window, crashing the glass pane. Thankfully, no one was in its path.

"Hold them back while Amina and I get the kids!" Raul shouted as he and Amina dived to the emergency hatch.

Before he closed the shaft, Raul looked at who blew up the door. As expected, it was a Malao pirate; he knew as he saw that ridiculous mohawk they had.

"Tch!" Raul responded, annoyed.

"Come on, dear, let's get the kids," Amira nudged at Raul from below him.

"Yeah," Raul replied as he headed down the ladder.

After climbing down the tunnel, they found themselves in a tunnel. If the blueprint was accurate, the tunnel should lead to where the dinosaurs were.

Meanwhile, Ahmed and Layla faced a predicament. With the mess going on outside, they didn't know if they should go back, where cannonballs flew, or stay inside in the confines of the tough walls of the cages.

As the family tries to find their way out of their situation, the battle outside rages on. Even from the shore, onlookers could feel the tension along with the rancid smell of gunpowder.

Isabella, who not long ago swore her loyalty to Raul, was engaged in a cutlass battle with one of the executives of the Malao pirates.

Like any other Malao pirate, he donned a mohawk. His eyes were the color of a stormy sea, and when he squinted, it spelled trouble.

He had on a patchwork coat that was stitched together from the flags of ships he had plundered.

"Support the captain!" a man yelled from behind Isabella.

"No! Stay! I want this challenge," Isabella smirked as she held her crew back.

"I like fierce women," admitted the executive as he kept clashing his blade.

"Disgusting," muttered Isabella as her clanging got louder.

As the fight went on, Isabella realized the predicament she was in. Her firm resolve wavered from the clashing of the blades. She wondered if she was leading her crew to annihilation.

Her obligation weighed her down, but she couldn't afford to lose the image of a brave woman, especially from her crew.

Her first mate, Garcia, noticed the perilous situation she was in. He signaled the crew to slowly creep behind the pirate while fighting other pirates.

"Now!" he yelled out, signaling them to stab the executive from every direction.

"You cowards!" yelled the executive while blood spilled from the wounds.

"Thank you," Isabella sighs.

On the next ship, Tiberius commanded his crew to form the phalanx formation as they got surrounded.

"Hold the line!" shouted Tiberius from the middle of the formation.

With a special iron shield, they managed to fend off the bullet coming onto them. With their custom-made spears, they slowly but surely stabbed the pirates off their ship.

Swoosh!

A cannonball flew across them and hit the Crested Triceratops. Raul's family felt the impact and ricocheted off the walls.

The pirates were relentless in their attacks. They pushed forward with their numbers without worrying about the consequences, unafraid of death.

Seraphina helped keep them from climbing up the Crested Triceratops. Her flamingo, who was in her bedroom, came out to help her. It stomped on the pirates' faces as it hovered above them.

Seraphine, with her grace, swung and spun her body along with her sword. It felt like she was dancing to the clash of metals.

"Come on! Dance with me!" shouted Seraphina, her face covered in blood.

With the pirates distracted by Seraphina's dancing, her crewmates snuck in a few slashes and a few stabs, resulting in major wounds to the pirates.

Meanwhile, Ephraim muttered what seemed to be an incantation. The boat was surrounded by an eerie aura and an ethereal glow. The words that came out of his mouth felt otherworldly.

"The sea spirits are with us, my friends," proclaimed Ephraim.

Gourmand, who noticed a change of movement from the pirates, charged in. He knocked them out one by one with his all-powerful skillet, made from the depths of the ocean floor.

"Time to cook some pirates," Gourmand said as he licked his lips and parried incoming attacks.

As the vessels were busy engaging blows with the pirates, the Crested Triceratops had their fair share of damage done to them.

With each cannonball that hit it, the workers stumbled across the deck. They were hurriedly trying to fix the ship while also fending off incoming pirates.

When Raul arrived before the dinosaurs, he noticed another silhouette between the kids and the dinosaurs.

Their beard was entangled, and they wore a worn-out leather hat with a wide brim that shadowed their eyes. Their skin had wrinkles in certain places.

Upon closer look, it was Captain Argyle of the Malao pirates. Seeing the kids being confronted by an infamous pirate, Raul rushed at Argyle with his sword out.

"Argyle!" he shouted to get his attention off the kids.

"Tch! You had to ruin the fun," Argyle complained and unsheathed his sword.

"Ahmed, Layla, go to Amina!" Raul shouted as he clashed blades with Argyle.

"O-okay!" Ahmed responded as he grabbed Layla's wrist.

Ahmed held Layla's arm firmly and headed to the tunnel where Raul and Amina emerged from.

"Well, whatever. They're not the ones I'm after," said Argyle as he effortlessly parried Raul's slashes.

"Why are you here, Argyle?!" Raul shouted as he continued clashing blades.

"I just wanted to meet the grandkid," replied Argyle as he continued parrying Raul.

Unable to break through, Raul locked his blade around Argyle's and threw it across the room. He then kicked Argyle but managed to block it with his arms, although he was thrown across the moody room.

The dinosaurs watched as their caretaker, Raul, fought an unknown man. They started banging on the doors, trying to help Raul.

"Not now, dears," said Raul as he stretched his arm out to the dinosaurs while still looking at Argyle.

Without a blade, Argyle had no choice but to go close-quarter-combat. He raised his arms, as if to surrender, and slowly approached Raul.

"You've gotten better, kid," Argyle commented as he began walking up to Raul.

"No thanks to you!" Raul shouted at Argyle while still pointing his blade at him.

"Give me some credit, would you? After all, I was the first to teach you," Argyle talked sweet swords to Raul, hoping he would let down his guard.

"You betrayed us! You betrayed Mom's trust!" Raul's blade began to shake as he let his emotions get the best of him.

"Now!" thought Argyle as he turned his engine on and sprinted at Raul at top speed.

Raul noticed the advance and tried to get his guard back up. However, it was too late, and his blade missed Argyle and only sliced part of his leather coat off.

"Damn it," Raul growled at the sudden shift in pace.

His emotions, which had been suppressed for years, made him vulnerable to the attack launched by his father. It was a fatal mistake on his end.

Argyle's fist landed on his stomach; the solid punch sent him across the ship's steerage. 'Argh!' Raul vomited his guts out, resulting in the wine he had to come out.

Raul's emotions made him vulnerable. He let his guard down and allowed Argyle to land a punch. Resulting in Raul vomiting the Mediterranean wine he had ingested not long ago.