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Today, I, Lana Longbeard,

daughter of the legendary Andar Longbeard,

am about to shake the dust of this sleepy little island

off my boots and see the Ten Realms!

Lana! Where are you?

My jelly's cold!

Uncle Doop, you like your jelly cold.

And remember, I turn 12 today, Grammy,

which means I get to join Dad on his quests for the Guild!

Happy birthday, Lana!

See? I remembered.

And here's something for your adventures.

They got me through many a sticky time.

Like when I arm-wrestled that cephalopod,

tentacle by tentacle.

Ah, she's heard the story, Grammy.

Thank you, Grammy, but gotta go! Dad's here.

Promise I'll visit between quests!

Come on, Sprog!

Happy birthday, my little girl!

Have I got a surprise for you.

Yeah! You, me,

the Mighty Windbreaker embarking on a life of--

Retirement!

I'm spending the rest of my life here with you.

Here? In Shediac?

No, no, no, no.

So you're just coming back to Shediac to take care of me?

Well, I was kind of hoping you'd take care of me.

I can watch you grow up while I grow old.

I've already spent 12 years taking care of everyone here,

while I could have been out there

having adventures with you.

Uncle Doop, let me oil that for you.

I mean, I love Grammy and all,

but everyone naps five times a day here.

Dreamy.

And way less hazardous than the Ten Realms.

Anyway, the Windbreaker is about to be bottled

and my crew is already moving on to brighter futures.

There's gotta be one ship that needs a chef,

a barbarian repair lady, and a human torpedo.

Er, which one of us is the human torpedo?

Whoa, the Mighty Windbreaker crew!

You should apply at Flap Shack Pancakes,

because you guys stink.

Ah, it soothes my soul to see the Mighty Windbreaker

get bottled alongside my ancestors.

Here, let me fetch you some old man slippers.

I didn't retire until I turned 76, little Andy.

Oh, youngins these days.

Enjoy your retirement, Dad!

But Lana Longbeard's got a quest.

Bye!

Lana!

Move over. I'm commandeering this boat to fetch my daughter.

What? Pedals? What kind of ship is this?

The Nostalgesia!

Where we'll live out our old adventuring days

over soft-boiled dinner theater.

Getting my daughter back is more important

than entertainment. I gotta get moving.

Why am I not moving?

Never skip leg day, wee lad.

I'll never reach Lana at this rate.

Calling all captains.

Fetch me my daughter and I'll offer you

my other pride and joy, my hammer!

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee...

Andar's kid?

Or Andar's hammer?

Anchors up and set sail!

Now, how do I get to the Guild?

Let see. Weymouth is here, so--

My dad would know the way.

If only he weren't so pig-headed.

Dad? Is that you?

Sprog, we have a spy.

Ha!

I swear, I'm a friendly orc.

I'm Boreas, part of the crew.

Really? Because this ship was just about to be bottled,

and orcs are known for digging, not questing.

Sure, but being bottled is way more fun than digging mines

back home in Flat Rock.

So, I heard you want to get to the Guild.

I could guide you, if you untie me.

How about you guide me first, and then I'll untie you,

Boreas the Orc?

Dinner theater! Dinner theater!

Chopov, Greta, Helmut Hugo,

we've got a final quest.

How am I not qualified to serve pancakes?

I am a realm-renowned chef.

And I'm known for my customer-friendly smile.

Help!

The world's gone dark again!

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee...

Captain Andar needs us.

I'm sure Flap Shack won't miss their delivery bike.

Woo-hoo!

Just keep going straight ahead for the Guild.

Cool.

Huh?

Captain Hiromu!

Durango!

And the heroic Horatius Hoffenstance!

They're legendary!

They're trying to board.

To escort me to the Guild? Aw!

The Guild? You? Never!

Now hand yourself over for Andar's bounty!

My dad's selling me out for his lousy hammer?

That's so embarrassing.

Just try and take me, then!

Uh-oh.

A little help, Bo?

You could try the hamstring hoist.

All it takes is some sassy steering.

Whoa! Love the way you think on your feet, Bo!

Whoa!

Bye! Love ya!

Ugh.

So you don't want to go back home either, huh?

Not yet. I mean, all most orcs do

is dig towards the center of the realms.

But I want to explore them.

Yeah, I dig that.

Dinner theater! Dinner theater!

Mutiny!

Oh, what a sight for my salty eyes!

Chopov, get on buffet duty.

Greta, Hugo, entertain the oldies.

Huh?

Drop the sword and arm wrestle like I did!

One tentacle at a time.

Today, we eat like warriors,

after you put your dentures in.

Whoa, no cheese for me.

Too spicy.

Got anything to ease my spleen?

First, cheese is not a spice.

And I'm a chef, not a doctor.

Ah, what's the difference?

One chops things up

and the other puts them back together.

Mmm, she's right. Why limit yourself, Dr. Chopov?

Mm-hmm.

Now let me feed what ails you,

because the doctor is in.

All right, now that everyone's off my back,

let's kick this tub into high gear!

The Guild!

Soon I'll be an official adventurer.

If only my dad were here with me.

Lana, abandon ship this instant!

Ah, fish sticks!

What are you doing here?

Taking you home! Or else...

Er, I'll be forced to commandeer your ship.

Or my ship.

But I'll do it with my awesome new weapons here.

Dad, you're in my way! Whoops!

Yah! Hold on to your dentures!

Er, are you okay, Dad?

Ah, now look what you made me do to myself.

Boreas, apprehend the enemy, I mean, my beloved daughter.

Can't. I'm a little tied up.

-Then you're fired! -But you're retired.

And I've got the wheel.

Dad, you may be ready to relax,

but I want adventure with the Guild.

But Shediac is our home.

Then why did you leave to follow your dreams

when you were twelve?

Actually, little Andy was only eleven.

Stay out of it, Ma. Ma!

Oh, great, just great.

My first adventure and everyone I love is already in danger.

Oh, what do I do?

Admit you're in way over your head, Lana.

An experienced captain knows how to show no fear,

shout commands,

and inspire their crew to save their butts.

Like me!

Ow!

Wait, that's it. I can do that.

Because clearly, you can't right now.

Oh, there goes our last quest.

Best buffet we ever had.

Thanks. Take that, Flap Shack.

No, wait!

You're not gonna let a little water stop ya.

Not after all the quests you've told me about.

-But we're old. -We got waddles.

No, Lana's right!

Seniors ahoy, my boy.

Everyone, grab on to Grammy!

She arm-wrestled a cephalopod with those arms.

Yep! One tentacle at a time.

Wait, when'd you untie yourself?

Ages ago. But I didn't want to interrupt

you and your dad's awkward bonding.

Mmm, I've heard from the other captains

that you're... reckless.

Yeah, just like her old man.

Well, how I used to be.

Welcome to the Guild, Lana!

Thanks, Admiral Lovejoy. And all of you.

So, Captain, what's our next quest?

Ha!

Keeping your pops on his feet.

Literally.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

Ugh.