"Goodbye young centaurs of the world!" John cried as we sailed away.
Hyer leaned his head over the side. "Dude, are you okay? You look like you're going to yak." Jard said.
"Probably because I feel like I'm going to." Hyer said. His face turned green and he leaned over the side.
"Bllleeeehhhhh!"
"Ew! Gross man. Hey, Zurr. Hyer here is spewing chunks over the side of the boat." Jard yelled. He looked over the side. "Ew, dude. When did you eat lizard guts and pig intestines?" he asked Hyer.
The captain walked onto the deck. He was a leprachaun. "Hello," he said, "my name is Bob Peters. My crew is on board. They are Fred, George, and Cliff. I'm gonna warn you. Fred's a cuddler and George is a hugger. Cliff just likes to ruin everyone's fun. He's a real stick in the mud. If you need anything just ask, we-"
"Blllleeeeehhhh."
"Is he okay?" Bob asked.
"Yeah, he's just a liitle seasick. That's all." I said.
"Well, okay. If that's all. If you need anything the crew is on the poop deck." Bob said.
Jard laughed. "You said poop deck."
Bob frowned and walked away. I slapped Jard in the back of the head. "Ow, what was that for?" he asked.
"You need to show respect. We are on a quest to save the world so you need to straighten out." I said firmly.
"Actually," Jard said, "You're on a quest. We're just-" A loud crash came from the poop deck. All three of us looked at each other and began to run to the poop deck. We heard another crash and saw one of our enemies. The Chinese Ninja Clan.
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The Centaur
FantasyThe world was taken over by China, Japan, Russia, and Mexico also known as The Destroyers. But a fifteen year old centaur changed that and here is the story.
