figure tied the one remaining sail rope into a knot, securing the line and ensuring the bruised ship remained steady. Glancing to the waters below as he disembarked, he couldn't help but raise a neatly plucked eyebrow, as though he had long forgotten the pleasant sights of a calm and gentle sea. The small crew aboard the ship had long since run out of supplies, for they had spent the month prior upon an almost uninhabitable island, where they had been forced to dock to avoid further damage to their vessel, rationing their supplies until the storm had settled.

The figure's hair, once free-flowing and stunningly golden, now showed signs that the man who wore it had not had the luxury of a hot bath for quite some time,yet somehow, he had managed to retain a surprising amount of its elegance by tying it into a neat bun which contradicted the off-colour it displayed. Not only had the showering facilities of the ship been damaged beyond any immediate repair during the storm they had all battled through, but the on-board launderette had also suffered damage, meaning the three men aboard hadn't been able to keep their garments fresh. Not that it mattered to most pirates... but Yonyon, First Mate of the Alpha Morina was not most pirates, and the sheer possibility of going another week without fresh underwear was simply too much for the poor Okama, who had at once insisted that they dock at the next island they came across, no matter how rough or