A Quick Retrospective as the Adventure Unfolds! Pallas and Mercury's Beginnings!

The Day the Music Died...
We take up our story a week into the Goodman Pirates' journey. It's early morning, and our trio of intrepid sailors are waking up for breakfast. Mercury is cooking on the admittedly old stove, while Vincenzo tries sitting in one of the tiny chairs near the table. Well, it's tiny compared to him at any rate. Brünnhilde, meanwhile was finishing up her night vigil and weighing the anchor.

She walked over to the starboard of the Oaldie, taking her green horn-weapon with her along with some valve oil. With both, she began to perform maintenance on her main weapon. A large THUMP was heard in the kitchen cabin, and Vincenzo walked out.

"Couldn't sit down in the kitchen?" joked Brünnhilde.

"Again." Vincenzo simply replied. "Never mind a new ship, we need new furniture... What are you doing?"

"Maintaining Myntos." she answered, cleaning out her horn's spit valve.

"Myntos?" asked a confused Vincenzo.

"It's Valkyrie for "The Blast-Maker". Each of our horns are named this way. Svafa uses Nicros; "The Black Thunder", Sigrún uses Pyros; "The Flame Taunter", and our mother Freyja uses Plasmos; "The Fearless Leader".

"Okay, but if you're maintaining this 'Myntos', why are you scrubbing it with that clear fluid?" inquired Vincenzo.

"It's called valve oil, big fella." Brünnhilde explained. "Meant to clean up the pipes so I can use Myntos in a more precise manner. After all, you seriously expect this thing to be good regardless of condition?"

"Fair enough." grunted Vincenzo, whom lumbered to the helm to make sure the boat stays on course.

A half an hour later, a voice called from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready! If you don't eat, it's not my fault!"

As the fog that had settled around the boat began to lift, the duo of crewmates entered the kitchen. For the sake of time constraints, we'll spare you the eating process and skip to shortly afterwards, when they heard a pounding on the door.

"Hmm, wonder who that is..." pondered Mercury as he walked away from the dishes he was washing.

"Really?" Brünnhilde said sarcastically. "You can't tell from the fact that no one else is out there?!"

"Relax, lovey." assured Mercury. "I got this."

He unsheathed his clarinet sword and pressed himself against the left side of the wall, where the door wouldn't slam in his face. Sure enough, whoever it was barged in, revealing themselves to be bandits wielding guns...that promptly had their barrels cut in half.

"What the-?" one bandit exclaimed.

"Lemme make this clear, boys." Mercury said calmly, his sword readied for battle. "We're trying to digest our breakfast here, and aren't really in the mood for people trying to barge in uninvited. Unless you wanna sell something besides our deaths, get. OUT."


 * Note: Work in Progress. Will be finished soon*