When the Captain counted down to one, there was a sort of expectant tension in the air. Yet when he reached zero, the tension broke with disappointment when nothing spectacular occurred. No one came breaking down the door, no shouts of pursuit could be heard, and there was no sound of sauntering boots clacking across the deck.<br/><br/>The nighttime silence seemed to stretch on for minutes as the Captain's timing had resulted in only an anti-climatic...er...well, nothing.<br/><br/>It was almost embarrassing really.<br/><br/>Just when it was starting to look like Remiel had been terribly off on his plan's timing, uproarious laughter suddenly broke out on deck. By merely peeking out the cabin door, the two would see what exactly the crew was finding to be so hilarious.<br/><br/>Apparently Myobi had indeed made her return. Though instead of immediately barging in on the private talk, she was currently living it up by performing a caricature of the screeching lady from the party. Standing precariously on the edge of the ship, she'd made the little ledge her stage as she pranced up and down the length of the deck. Occasionally jumping down as she mimed the pot-bellied man grabbing for his wig.<br/><br/>Every action was exaggerated, and every expression on her face comical. She finished her sketch by swinging around the mast as she 'fell' from the window and the crew played along spectacularly with their pretended gasps of shock.<br/><br/>At just a glance, it was clear that everyone was either too engaged in Myobi's silly antics or holding their sides from laughter.