The smoke cleared instantly, revealing the young Captain leant casually against the bullet-ridden door frame, a large grin upon his face, an unlit cigarette held loosely between his chapped lips. Somewhere along the line, he had put his pants back on. Yonyon sighed in relief.

''So much for following rules, Captain...'' he trailed off, pulling his boot on to complete his own set of garments. His clothes may have still been wet, but they were much cleaner than before, and this was apparently enough to satisfy the Okama, at least for the moment.

''You know me. I make rules, and I break them. I would make a terrible Captain.'' the pirate replied, lighting his cigarette as Futtleshuckle flailed in an attempt to be free from the freezing water. Several timeswhere you were welcomed and the locals were friendly to you, or small towns where everyone and their grandmother didn't like strangers. This island town was the latter of the two, but what they both had in common was this: Everyone knew everyone else. So when strangers came about it was natural as the sun rising for the people on this island community to mistrust Ragnarok as he entered their facilities. There were few of them so he didn't spend long at their location - a general store, a "medical facility", or what sufficed as one, a motel he already went through, and a gambling house of all things. Each of these were relatively small and not far from them, perhaps a mile inland were the residential areas