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// Chapter 3: ColonielQwerty 
// Story: The Random Adventures of Seth 
// by Marioland1 
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The Ship


"Seth, huh? I like that name." She smiled warmly and walked over beside Judas, who was looking in another direction. "We'd better get out of here before more of them show up." Judas explained, looking over the edge of the small boat at the island. The tiny island which I sure won't miss. The place was far too lonely, with no contact to speak of. Silence 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, except for my own voice. I hated that, and I'm glad I'm finally leaving.

"Let’s get a move on then." Jasmine said, interrupting my train of thought. I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. We started clambering out of the transport boat, now docked onto the side a short ways below the deck. I began thinking about what had happened earlier with the military, attacking us as we tried to get on board. “What was happening here? Some kind of revolutionary war against pirates and the military?” As we pondered, we climbed further up the side of the ship.

The more I thought about it, the more I became confused. “Pirates and the military. Why are they-“
"Hey Seth, we're here." I looked up to see Jasmine and Judas, waving from the top of the deck. Once again I was confused. "W-What is this?" I looked around. Something seemed off, and it only took a single look upwards to see what.  “Why anullre there no sails?”

"It isn't a normal ship, Seth." Judas said, turning to me. "It's also a submarine." Judas walked over to the wheel and blew a loud wolf whistle. I'm guessing it was a signal of some kind, because the ship started to change, the masts sinking down into the ship as glass panels surrounded the top deck. One the deck was surrounded, the hatch on top opened and several soldier-like figures came out of the ship.

For some odd reason, all of the soldier looked and sounded the same. One walked up to me, the only one that looked different from the others. He was really fat and had a full ammo belt strapped over his shoulder. Under the belt he was wearing a red uniform, like the others, and a yellow fist logo was emblazoned on his shoulders. After observing me for a minute, he pointed his arm to the ground.

"Do you have a sandwich?" He asked. I looked at him, thinking he was just messing with me. It took me a minute to figure out that he really did want a sandwich, and that he was really hungry... Or fat. I didn't want to get on his bad side so I talked softly. "Um, no sir, I don't." He grunted and walked away from me. I looked to Judas. "Who was that?" I whispered. He looked back at me and chuckled. "Don't worry about it." He explained. I shrugged and climbed into the sub behind Judas and Jasmine.

Judas and Jasmine walked over to a man at the wheel of the ship and left me behind. I didn't know what else to do besides look around at the others on the sub. There were soldiers of all types, it seemed. Many looked like they were all that in a bag of chips. Other looked like they just wanted to go to sleep. There were more soldiers like the ones that climbed out, except they looked a little different. I took the only spot on the sub that was available, and that was the seat right next to a man wearing a gas mask and holding a flamethrower. When I sat next to him, he turned his head and looked at me. I couldn't tell his emotion because he was wearing a mask, so I looked away.

About an hour later, half of the soldiers were asleep and I was just sitting there, trying not to cause a commotion. A bearded man looked out into the ship, coming down from the direction of the ship’s wheel. He looked at me and signaled me to come. I stood up and walked over to him, to which he sighed in relief at the sight of Judas and Jasmine for I thought they had left.

The bearded man spoke up. "Hello Seth. My name is Paul. Paul Entsminger." Paul was about 4 feet tall, but looked old enough to be in his late 20's. His beard was a dark red, and so was his hair. He looked sort of like a lumber jack submarine driver. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and blue jeans shorts. It seemed like he was just hanging wearing normal clothes. I mean he was not dirty at all.

I extended an arm. "Nice to meet you Paul." We shook hands, and became acquaintances.

After a good minute of meeting and greeting, he finally told me the real reason he called me over here. "Look, Seth we need your help." I was confused. What do they need me for? All I am is a person that was jailed for unspeakable atrocities. He then started talking again. "An intergalatic war has broken out. Pirates, the military, robots, aliens, you name it. The entire galaxy is at war, and we need your help in order to stop it, for if we don't stop it now, there is a big possibility that we all die."

I looked him dead in the eyes. “Is this guy serious?” I thought to myself. I looked behind me to see what the others opinions were about it. They nodded at me, so I turned back to Paul.

"What do I have to do?"