Southern Atlantis, Submarineport

A grown man dressed as a pirate made sure his respirator was on correctly as he walked through the submarineport, dragging his chest of booty through the crowd of fish people.

"Me name be be Patchy th' Pirate 'n I be currently in Atlantis, th' land o' ancient history 'n a terrible military, t' see through a mission that was given t' me by Larry th' Lobster," he narrated, staring ahead as if he were looking at a camera.

Patchy walked up to a currency exchange desk and traded his doubloons for Bottom bills. "How much would it cost t' get a taxi?" He asked the clerk.

"Probably 30 to 40 Bottoms," the clerk replied. As Patchy walked away he didn't notice that his hook hand caught on the clerk's shirt and tugged on him as he walked away, causing him to trip. "My leg!"

"Th' goal o' this mission be t' find th' lad in this photo," Patchy said, pulling out the photo that Larry gave him back in Bikini Bottom. It was of a sponge, dirty as if he had just been used to clean something. "His name be Spongebobert Squarepantaloons, 'n he's a half-Atlantian sponge attendin' a private boatin' school, t' which I 'ave th' adress. Th' real bizarre part about this mission be wha' I needs t' do once I find 'im."

Bikini Bottom, Mermalair

"I need you to get me a sample of his sponge flesh, so I can have the Dutchman Foundation check its structure for any...stray traces," Larry said, doing curls with an impossibly large weight.

"Who be this? 'n wha' traces are ye hopin' t' find?" Patchy asked.

"I can't say right now, Patchy, but just know that he's not a danger to you. Just get me a sample of sponge, no matter how small. I would go myself, but you know how I feel about those skinny Atlantian bastards. No gains to be seen for miles. I need you to go for me so I don't have to make eye contact with those twinks. Besides, it's an all-expense paid trip. Think of it like a break from the fry-cook station."

"That's a mighty good deal! But...he kind o' looks like ye, if ye don't mind me sayin' so."

Outside Atlantis Submarineport

"I'll get this job o'er wit' 'n get some tickets t' Glove World," Patchy mused to himself as he trudged along. He walked past two police officers freaking out over something this sponge was doing.

"Man, that's so gross no matter how many times I see it!" One of them said, catching Patchy's attention. He looked over and saw a sponge hiding an entire snail shell into one of his sponge holes. "Ughh, that freaks me out!" Despite the officer's words he seemed to be wholly entertained at the sight. "Thanks for the fun," the officer said, taking a Krabby Patty from the sponge. Where the lettuce should have been, a stack of bills jutted out.

The sponge caught the pirate staring and walked over to him. "Would you like a Taxi?"