In the docks, many ships come ashore and park their cargo for the sake of trade and tours. Some just live out there in the ocean, while some just stay there in hopes to get some money. However, one particular ship is parked at the outer ends of the docks, and for some reason never gets a lot of attention. Why it doesn't is questioning considering it is a giant steam boat. This ship belongs to the Herring Horde, where seven lovely ladies stay in hopes to find their Herring King. They consider themselves pirates for sure, but they don't exactly have a leader of the ship, so they travel as one small harem. How they obtained the ship? Well, some things should never be questioned.
	In the interior of the ship is a huge hall that is big enough to fit a whole house party into. The Herring Horde uses this room as a huge living room hall so they can do their leisures and entertainment. They rarely get time to do anything fun, since the ocean is a long trial of hardship and survival. And since there are only seven of them, they all have a lot of tasks to do. However, this particular day they finally get a day off, as they have found a sanctuary where keronians such as themselves can be at peace and not worry about tipping the authorities off due to their large boat or appearance. Though sometimes, it is easy to forget that.
"Hey Kyokooooo!" the rainbow cale yelled out cheerfully but somewhat competitively to the red herring. "Wanna have a bodacious sword fight?"
"Eh? Well..." Kyokoko thinks about it for a moment, "Wouldn't Tsukeke get somewhat suspicious on why we're fighting? You know she gets-"
"Nah, don't worry we're only playfighting!" Gyouu,the rainbow cale says with confidence. "Besides, it's not like someone's gonna get hurt, right?" She pats the red herring roughly in the back. She reacts as if the pats hurt, but really they don't mean much since she has felt way worse.
"Well...alright then," the eyepatched herring pulls out her sword, well polished. "En garde!"
"Hehe, bring it on!" She takes out her sword, playfully swinging it around in a dangereous style, but she did it very gracefully. She finally brings out a proper swordfighting pose if you could call it that, and charges towards Kyokoko.
"So anyway, I was out earlier cooking cookies with Koii, but we didn't have any sugar, and..." Hookiki begins to ramble and ramble to Muskiki, but it doesn't really seem like Muskiki is paying much attention. Muskiki is in a natural resting position, nodding her head to the sound of heavy metal. Why Hookiki would continue the story is understandable, since it does look like she is listening. Meanwhile, Fukiki is just drawing squares on the floor, drawing out what seems to be a grid. Muskiki looks up to the sketch, and gets up. "But then we went out later and- hey, where are ya going, Muskiki?" Hookiki looked at the direction Muskiki is looking at, and takes notice to the squares.
"Hey Fukiki! Are ya making der hopscotch game? I love that game!" Muskiki went over quickly, turning down her already loud music and looking at the squares.
"Uhh, well, not exactly..." Fukiki said nervously, but the message doesn't really seem to get across with Muskiki then jumps on the squares pretending like it is a game of hopscotch. "He-hey! Stop that!"
"Hookiki! Want to join?" Muskiki yells out, in an inviting gesture while playing.
"Oh, sure!" Hookiki walks over to the chalk-drawn squares, and begins to skip on the squares as well. She holds her bucket full of glitter, throwing it around ocassionally, litering the floor with glitter.
"Oh come on you guys..." Fukiki said, reaching towards his drawing.
It isn't until then that a large sound is heard from a door. In a sudden, all except one herring stops what they are doing, as Muskiki turned up her music again so she couldn't hear anything but the blaring sounds of American heavy metal bands performing in her ears. The other herrings look at he door, all eyes focused on the shadow on the light, and within seconds they know who it is. The only thing that could be heard is Muskiki's music, and the sound of bold, hallow footsteps.  All eyes were put on the shadow that step forward, revealing to be the green, pickled herring of the Herring Horde, and the usually feared and most recognized of the group. In the hand of the dangerous lady was her usual weapon, her oar.
"Wha's wi' all the racket in her'?" The pickled miss says, walking inside the hall. She scouts around the room, looking at all of the herrings. She turns her eyes towards Kyokoko and Gyouu. Kyokoko is on