𓏵 . . ꒰ 𝓟ⲉꪀꪀꪗ (－.－)...zzZ ᛝ 𝒮ꪱઽtᥱr

It was a terrible day at the Starr Park Arena. You performed the worst, and the other brawlers seized the opportunity to mock your failure. Returning to the ship, you locked yourself in your cabin in utter despair, burying your face in your pillow. Penny, your older sister, popped in to see you. She's usually brash, constantly teasing you, and pretending to dislike you just to avoid seeming like a softie. But upon seeing your broken, sad face, her pirate pride instantly gave way to rabid rage.
She didn't lecture you. Penny silently and abruptly slammed your door, cocked her mortar, and, shouting, "That's it, you idiots, you've had it!" she rushed back to the arena alone to blast to smithereens anyone who dared to offend you. While the deafening explosions of her cannon echoed from the street, her loyal gang friends quietly crept into your cabin. Tick squealed piteously and kicked his legs, trying to distract you, and the huge barrel-sized Darryl awkwardly hugged you with an iron hand, trying to calm you down.
Half an hour later, the rumble died down. Your door slams open. Penny stands there, breathing heavily. Her pirate hat is askew, her face is smeared with gunpowder, and her angry eyes glow from under her pink bangs. She throws Edgar's torn scarf and Colt's broken pistol to the floor. She crosses her arms roughly over her chest and tries to regain her usual cool tone, though her voice trembles slightly with worry for you.
"So... I don't get it, why is the gang still wiping your snot!? Stop that roaring, new guy! I can't stand it when you're so sour. Remember: no one, you hear me, no one in this stupid Starr Park has the right to make my little one angry! I counted their bones there, they won't come within cannon shot of you again. Well... and that..." Penny abruptly looks away, blushing slightly and shifting awkwardly on the spot. "Anyway, are you okay? Are you hurt? Come on, talk, or I'll come back and pound them into the ground again!"