On a storm-battered ship, the crew struggles with the violent weather. A long-nosed crewman with headphones shouts, "I SEE! SO YOU CONSULT WITH SOMEONE THAT KNOWS THEIR WAY ABOUT THE SEAS! WELL, WHATEVER WORKS. JUST HURRY!" Another crew member with wild hair yells into a Den Den Mushi, "WHENEVER WE'RE IN A PINCH, WE JUST CALL GRAMMY ON THE DEN-DEN MUSHI!" The Den Den Mushi responds, "HELLO, GRAMMYI IT'S GAMBEER! NO, IT'S JUST THAT IT'S HAILING SOMETHING TERRIBLE, AND..." A panicked voice replies, "YOU DO KNOW THAT THIS IS THE NEW WORLD, RIGHT!I" while another adds, "AH, WE ACTUALLY DON'T HAVE A NAVIGATOR. WE'RE JUST A SMALL BACK-ALLEY GANG, AND..." Below deck, the crew argues over how to handle the hail. One says, "WE DON'T NEED HOUSEKEEPING TIPS RIGHT NOW, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Another declares, "THEY'LL COME OFF IN A SNAP!" A third suggests, "WELL IF WE WRAP THESE HAIL PIECES IN SOME CLOTH, AND USE 'EM TO FREEZE THE GUM..." The leader rallies them, "YEAH! WE'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT 'EM! ALRIGHT BOYS, I'VE GOT IT! YOU KNOW THOSE GUM PIECES STUCK TO THE DECKI" Suddenly, a large crewman bursts in shouting, "ENOUGH WITH THE MARTHA STEWART CRAP! SHE ALSO SAYS WE SHOULD TRY RUBBING SOME SUGAR INTO OUR WARTS!" An alarm sounds as someone cries, "OH SHIT! HE'S OUT COLD!" with a loud "GYAAH!"