From an external perspective, the scene that took place on the ships was terrifying. The pair of them were young, inexperienced, not even fully matured yet. Even still, they threw themselves at the huge swathes of supposedly terrifying adults like it was an instinct.
Even Shosuke whose attempts to disable had been non-lethal couldn't help but wonder what they looked like from the pirates' perspective. The ones that weren't burning alive or being sizzled in the electrical burst Miroru let off were now having to try to swim back to shore.
With all likelihood, most of them wouldn't make it.
Even still, Sho jumped off of the side of the ship, channeling chakra to his feet as he ran forwards towards the final ship, his arms pumping even now in their almost comically oversized state. The wind and the rain blustered against him, causing his coat to flap out behind him just as it grew sodden and damp. Even so, he continued to run, moving quickly over the water.
It was then when a sudden burst of energy in the form of a typhoon of water shot from the deck of the remaining ship, almost instantly crashing into and shattering the barrier. As it fell apart, crystalline shards of chakra dissipating into the air rather than crash into the ship, Sho was able to take a look at the man standing at the front of the final ship.
If Sho had been a betting man, which he wasn't, he would have put good money on this being the leader of the expedition. The same one who had summoned the storm they were now having to fight through.
His eyes shot to the side, watching as the enormous arms of the squid that his companion had turned into wrecked the other boat. Well, he supposed, this was his responsibility then.
Charging the ship and scrambling up onto the deck, Sho was almost immediately met by the crew of the ship. They were unexceptional and unremarkable, being tossed aside as easily as the other pirates had been.
Yet, as the vines went out to attack the leader, another burst of water chakra was sent out, severing through a mass of vines and leaving them pruned, falling down onto the deck like a forest floor.
The man in question was an older man, his hair grey and long, pulled back into what appeared to be a single, long ponytail. His skin, tanned but still quite pale, suggested just how long he had been out at sea without shade or cover. A dark, sinister look on his face spoke of his intentions, and the sheer smell the man gave off spoke of his lack of inhibitions. In other words, despite the fact that he clearly could manipulate water, the man smelled of booze and sweat, clearly uninterested in taking a shower.
"Well... shit."