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Whoa! Andar, my old bro!

Good to see you, Sorlak!

Hey, you gotta join me.

Some fire goblins are throwing an after-party.

Come on, the night is young!

It's morning and I'm on a very important quest.

Oh, gotcha, buddy-dude.

Dad! I slept in for the quest!

By the way, what is the quest?

Et voilà.

Matching hot pink, as usual.

Wait, you all get dyed pink?

I thought it was all natural.

No, just hair dye.

To match the captain.

Really, Dad?

I thought making us sing the Longbeard anthem

before breakfast was a bit much. But this is ridiculous.

♪ Oh, long shall we be loyal to the beard ♪

♪ Pink from our cheeks to our cold little rears ♪

Okay, I admit it's catchy,

but whatever happened to individuality?

Oh, Jackalope!

I need a new look.

But Lana, why blue?

Pink is a perfectly natural color.

Lana's more of a teal, really.

My point is that the crew of the Mighty Windbreaker

has always been pink.

Like every Longbeard before me.

And like our spot on the leaderboard.

Now how will anyone tell where we are on it?

Trust me.

You'll be at the bottom.

And when you're at the bottom,

the only way is up.

Besides, I like Lana's new do.

Thanks, Doc Chops.

We all ought to look and dress how we want.

Hmm, maybe I could cosplay. Like, as the Enigma Kid.

You know, the Confoundler's nemesis

who always answers with questions.

Ooh, mysterious.

Maybe I want to show my softer side for a change.

And I'd like to show my wild side.

Enough of this mutinous talk and get ready to set sail,

while I go figure out our next quest.

Gang, I say it's time to express ourselves.

Whoa!

Woo!

Too much?

Are you kidding? It's amazing.

So, excited for our next quest and--

Wait, who are you?

And what have you done with my crew?

Lana!

What? Everyone came up with their own looks.

Fab, huh?

Ugh! See what all this stress is doing to me?

I need to decompress.

With a quest. We'll be fetching an egg

from Kilda Island to make a monster-sized omelet

for the Weymouth Festival.

Greta, hoist the sails.

And Bo, map the fastest route there.

Hee-hoo-hoo! Good question.

What's the fastest way from A to B?

I don't know. How about you do your job?

Whoa, chill, Captain.

Stress is a silent assassin in the night, man.

But first, could you pick a different quest?

Somewhere glam, so I can show off my gown.

Oh, by Poseidon PJs, I'm the captain!

Oh.

No way. Your beard's whiter

than the great wizard What's-His-Face.

Love the new look?

Whoa, managing a crew has aged you, buddy-dude.

Sorlak? Speak of the sea devil.

You know what? I am gonna join you.

Too late.

Those fire goblins do not have party longevity.

No, no. I'm talking about you being

my questing partner to Kilda Island.

You're giving up on our quest

just because we look different than you?

No, because you can't pull together as a team.

But let's make it fun.

Whoever finishes the quest first gets their way.

So if I win,

everyone gets to stay the way they want?

Yes, Captain Bluehead. But it's back to pink if I win.

I feel like I'm just a pawn in your game.

And I'm okay with that, my bro-bud.

We're on.

You remember Lil' Andar the Sea Star, right?

Yes, weird, but high five, little me.

Mmh, he's just jealous. After you left,

I followed your quest and was even a Fandar.

That's a fan of Andar.

Hey, hey, up for a quick bro montage

to kick off our continuing adventures?

No time. My crew just did a big fashion montage

behind my back.

Oh, alright, bro montage!

♪ It's Sorlack at the wheel ♪

♪ Andar at the helm ♪

♪ The best bro buds in the Ten Realms ♪

♪ Go bro-buds! ♪

♪ Go bud-bros! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

This is so awesome.

All that's left is to bring back the bro beard.

I'm good, but you do you, Sorlak.

Uh, my dude,

we can't quest if we don't have the same look.

You're taking the dynamic out of our duo, bro.

Oh, come on. I'm still Andar, bud.

Are you? Because I think you've changed, bro.

Maybe I grew up, bud.

You can do it, Greta, in a way only you can.

Express yourself!

Yeah!

Hee-hoo-hoo.

Question me this

and I'll question you that.

How does one clean this deck, lickety-splat?

I'll take this and your ship, too.

Aw, my dear old mom used to grow daisies

before I left for a life of ogre-ing.

I should go visit her.

Aw, thanks!

Now how close are we to crushing this egg quest?

Well, I don't know much about geometry,

but I do know we're going in circles.

Oh, fishsticks.

Come on.

Almost got one.

Oh.

Okay, I'm loving you all being yourselves,

but maybe try being yourselves together?

Quick, chart a shortcut to Kilda island!

Hee-hee-hoo-hoo!

What's the fastest way from A to B?

Not in a riddle!

Chill out, Captain Bluehead.

Sorlak? Why isn't my dad with you?

We had a bro-break-up.

Assemble crew. My dad didn't snag the egg.

The sea serpent snagged him.

Uh, seriously? Hello?

We've got to pull together. For my dad?

As in your captain?

Why did you even pick him to lead you?

What? Oh, boy.

That is a long story.

Just give me the gist. Like a montage, but with heart.

The captain saw the artist in me seeing beauty in bones.

The captain told me his ship needed a cook,

and I told him he looked like he needed a shrink.

Win-win.

Orcs are known for digging,

but the captain was the first

to appreciate that I was different.

The captain woke me up from hibernation

to a new friendship.

Then he brought us together

into the united but barely capable crew

that we are today.

Now that I remember it,

we went pink to thank him for bringing us on this ship.

And the tradition stuck.

Aw. See?

You need Captain Andar as much as he needs you.

As in right now!

So vamoose to Kilda Island!

Hoist the sail!

Oh, I really ought to fix that.

No need! I shall be your sail!

Also, I may have sewn this gown out of a big chunk of that sail.

Full speed ahead!

Dad!

Flower power!

Hang on, Dad!

Lana, I've got this under control.

Or not.

Time for a costume change.

Yah!

Yeah, we saved the captain!

We're awesome.

I'll save my next fancy outfit

for the Guild Awards for Best Rescue.

Well, you managed to pull the crew together, Lana.

So I'll allow your blue hair.

And all the rest of it.

Sorlak taught me that matching isn't what makes a team.

And that beard-styling is a young man's game.

You know, hot pink was a pretty punk tradition as a crew.

Permission to join in?

All right, who's first?

Okay, that's done.

Now everyone after me.

♪ Oh, long shall we be loyal to the beard ♪

♪ Pink from our cheeks to our cold little rears ♪