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The sun beat down on the Big Top, rays warming the deck and all those upon it pleasantly. A gentle sea-breeze blew thought he air, allowing a gentle salt-spray to greet the crew on the deck. All in all, the atmosphere couldn’t be more peaceful. Finally having a small break from their treasure hunting, some of the crew members had even taken to lounging on the deck. Many sat around, some with wooden mugs of sake in their hands. Others were found lying on the deck, soft snores escaping from a few of them. Every one of the Buggy pirates, right down to the lowest-ranking, most overworked swabbie, had an aura of peace to them on this day.