while I'm out. Be a good little girl and do as you're told." Flabbergasted, Carmen could do nothing but grit her teeth and clench her fists as her captain headed towards his room through the crowd of gypsies. She had half a mind to paralyze him until they made land but knew better of it. For a person to be effectively paralyzed, they needed to have full dependence on their nerves. Dead mean don't need nerves though. Gasping out of exasperation, she turned and made her own way about the ship, leaving Goliath to watch her go and stand among the crowds of hard working labor hands. Ragnarok the Destroyer, meanwhile, stood in his cabin of swords and wondered just which he should bring to end the lifeof the man who had helped in the life of Shipwreck. Shipwreck's blade was a no-brainer, that went without question... but which others? He had gotten quite a few over the years. Which ones would be fitting to end this man's life? Now that he thought of it, he didn't really know anything about the man he was hunting... He had no idea what would be fitting to end his life.

After a few moment's consideration, Ragnarok smiled a wide, toothy grin. "Fuck it!" He proclaimed, "Take them all!" Throwing his arms out to the side, he walked over to his cushy bed and fell face first into it, knowing full well that he wouldn't need anything really special aside from Shipwreck's sword for this hunt. The island wasn't