Chapter 21 Chocolate Rain

Clive was struggling. He was trying as best he could to find a way to have Black Root eat the food. Not to mention he simultaneously was feeling sicker and sicker. 'Oh god I feel like I am about to explode.' Clive thought as he clenched his stomach.

Then he had a flash of brilliance. 'The barrel of food has enough to feed everyone at least a small portion. Meaning all I have to do is give them as ingredients. Naturally I can say I robbed it on my morning walk. Even if I get penalized it won't be suspicious.' Clive devised a quick plan. Hopefully it would work but he could only try his luck.

And indeed, it seemed that luck was on his side today. When he took the barrel to the crew while he was chastised, they swiftly used it as cooking materials. After all Clive was a trusted member of the crew, also he would be eating the food as well. Obviously one might ask why the rest of the crew didn't make the connection between this barrel and the other barrels.

This was simply because all of those barrels had already been eaten in their entirety, and it could also be assumed that Clive may have liked the food so much that he searched for a similar container which may house such food. (and if that isn't enough for you the reason is plot)

On the other hand Rak was enjoying his time as he strolled around Polink. While he had been in this place for about 15 days he wasn't all the clear on what the city had to offer, besides the obvious pirates and degeneracy.

'Why do we even need to take over this island. As far as I can tell there are little to no civilians and its merely infested with pirates. At best we could move people here if they're displaced, or maybe use it as a naval base. I see no other bonus. Or maybe its just in the name of cleansing pirates, we are marines after all.' Rak pondered after all he was risking his life here.

Sure the main reason he was on Polink was definitely the system rewards rather than his sense of duty, but he couldn't help but theorise the motives of the upper brass. 'Whatever, I shouldn't waste my free time on something so pointless. Even if I do guess correctly its not like I'll have any way of knowing that I am right.'

With that Rak continued to enjoy his little free time, before night began to descend once again. After Rak had gotten bored strolling around he finished his daily training before heading to the shack. All he had to do now was wait.

'That barrel I gave Clive was way worse than the original ones.' Rak smiled as he lay in wait. Originally his plan had been to simply food poison the crew, but then he realised it may be much smarter to simply poison Black Root. Obviously at the time Rak wasn't exactly sure how to go about this, but Clive presented a decent opportunity.

Soon, Rak's plan came to fruition. "Ah, I don't feel so good." Yellow Shirt muttered clenching his stomach. "Neither do I." A man in purple shorts replied. ".....I am gonna shit myself! Let me out!" Yellow Shirt screamed before rushing out the shack.

"Fuck same!" Purple shorts was also about to erupt. "What are they whining about? I feel fi-holy mother of peanuts!" A man in green shoes soon raced out of the shack as well. And soon after the rest of the crew followed.

Luckily for Clive, he had anticipated something bad happening so he had snuck out of the shack. 'I don't feel so good either..... this feels like when I ate that almost raw lobster.' Clive thought in dismay. He had seen how his fellow crewmates had raced out of the shack, so he knew something similar was about to happen to him.

Simultaneously Rak was watching this all go down. 'Not even gonna lie, why did I do this? Its so disgusting to watch.....' Rak couldn't understand his prior thought process, when did he think this was going to end well.

Grotesque noises soon sounded from the forest around the shack, and within the shack itself. "Agh the smell!" Someone cried before charging out of the shack. Soon all of the 80 Black Root pirates, save for Black Root himself had left the shack and headed for the forest, they needed to relieve themselves as quickly as possible.

Once the pirates had begun their... chocolate rain, Rak swiftly moved towards the shack. He wanted to finish this quickly, not only because of the rancid smell that was permeating throughout the forest, but because he had done all this in the first place to swiftly end the fight.

'I am lucky none of them ran across me actually.' Rak thought before entering the shack. Just as he had guessed none of the pirates were remaining in the shack. 'But where is Black Root, that Clive fellow failed to mention of any other secret compartments.'

Rak was scared for a moment, had Clive not believed his claims and thus this was a trap? Or was there another reason. 'It couldn't be he forgot something so vital?' Rak wanted to think through this further, but he literally had no time to think.

He swiftly searched through the shack as fast as possible, while it was indeed a shack, it was obviously bigger than an average shack since it could house 80 pirates, albeit they were very squashed.

Luckily Rak came across a weird bump in the floor, it looked almost like a handle. 'Could it be a basement.' He concluded before grabbing the bump and pulling up. Immediately that piece of the floor opened revealing a basement underneath.

But Rak didn't enter, rather he retreated. "What's the smell!? Why did you lot open the basement!?" A voice came out of the basement, but Rak stayed quiet. He assumed Black Root was unaware of what had happened to his crew.

After about a minute, the smell continued to waft into the basement, and Black Root couldn't handle it anymore. From the basement a figure jumped out, naturally this was Black Root. Before he could even grasp the situation a dagger flew towards him.