At that moment, Piosenniel, (in the 7th Age) was trying to figure out what she would do to get back to her friends in the Fourth Age.
She watched as the crew of the catamaran gleefully frolicked on the shores of the deserted party field.
"Hmmmmmm," thought Pio. "The crew is home safe, which was the main point. I guess I'll just take me and the catamaran back. We can sell the thing in Minas Tirith, if nothing else." She pulled the Age Transporter out of her pocket, and inserted the peg in the hole marked "Four".
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"Attack!" screamed the pirate. But at just that moment a 30-foot catamaran dropped out of the sky, landing with a crash and breaking the hull of the Narcranoth like match-wood (for the pirates were not good at basic ship maintenance, and had not kept up with their ship-worm extermination program.)
The Narcranoth sank to the bottom, with all hands on board. The Mer-Folk gathered the pieces of the wreakage and used it to line their dens and build patio decking.
Pio clung to a bit of flotsam, and looked ruefully around at the damage, waving to Angara, who had come to pick her up.
"I hate violence."
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