Miguel Sephardi stood. He had finally reached his boiling point.
"Hermanos, and I use that term loosely. We have obviously proved all those right who think we are just a bunch of old gasbags. We blow hot air at each other day after day and accomplish nothing. I have for too long sat in this chamber and watched personal feelings and long forgotten grudges get in the way of the actual business of the Corsair people. We serve no purpose anymore. We are not looked to as leaders, as heroes of the Corsairs, and why? Because we can't see beyond our noses."
Miguel stood, and with him so did Elder Gonzales and Elder Globalo.
"We will no longer stand by and wait for the senility of old age while waiting for this council to take it's collective heads out of it's collective asses. We will no longer lend legitimacy to this Council with the name of the Brotherhood. You can all sit hear and wait for death of old age to come to you. We Brotherhood, we will die in our titans, fighting for the Corsair people. Viva Los Corsairs!
With that the three men left the Council chambers.