A little over a week had passed since Leroy's surgery that saved his life. Along with the aquistion of a new crew mate and the much needed doctor for the grand adventure they had planned Leroy himself seemed to be in high spirits despite all that occurred. He knew that where they were headed was to get back at the Royal Marshal Privateer for sending a bounty hunter after him. What was worse, was that Rango had told him that he was going after him because he was 'Small Time'. He was going to show him! Now in truth this plan wasn't the most well thought out...This was a Marshal they were going after. The only other Experience with a Marshal that they had was with Hannibal Wolfheart who had left Kale near death.
But if Leroy was Going to become King of the Pirates, he wasn't going to let a Marshal stand in his way. Especially when they think they can try and so easily take him down! Leroy's plan was as follows; Head to Arabasta, Snoop around for a bit, and find out where the Marshal Was. Then head there and kick his ass and leave. But oh only if he knew what he was getting himself into... Leroy walked out onto the deck. The smile that was oh-so-familiar was on his face.
He wore an unbuttoned beige shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows with deep blue shorts. His red sash wrapped around his waist. Gone were his bandages. His wounds have healed quickly due to the Help of the Mink Doctor and his uncanny ability to recover quickly. And left in their place were scars that left reminders of his battle with the Legendary Rango Scotch. Just below the ribs on his right side was a sprawling scar that looked like sharp edges crawling and spidering outwards against his skin.
It was decently sized but didn't too far beyond his ribs, or too far below them. It was the worst of all of them Across his arms were battle scars as well. Healed gashes and cuts from the brutal assault of Rango's Morph-Morph fruit, Clear entrance, and existing wounds from the bullets at the back of his arm near the elbows. Finally, was the scar on his leg, which looked just like those on his arms, with clear entrance and exist but with the adorning scars left behind from the blades. But Leroy seemed unbothered by them. If anything he took pride in them. His eyes winced as he shielded his eyes from the Sun up in the sky. "Dang! It's getting hot! Must mean we're close right?"
“It’s seeming like it.” Kirk said, his breath a bit heavy with the heat. He was REFUSING to change out of his typical wear with the new crewmate on board while being anxious about the stranger finding out he was a fishman. Thank god he was more resilient to the heat.
Kirk had, despite all that had happened. Continued to keep his whiskers, like those of on his face, trimmed. Doing the excruciating a few days prior. But he'd been letting his fins behind his ears keep growing. And the ones on his arms...He'd even been getting more comfortable with his fashion But-
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“Based off how the wind is blowing and the Eternal Log Pose, it looks like we will be there soon. How you holding up, Leroy?” Noir was currently in the kitchen, cooking up a good meal for the entire crew. The sun was high in the sky, meaning it would be lunch soon, and they needed something refreshing if they were going to combat this heat. he worked diligently in there by his lonesome, humming softly to himself while occasionally whipping his forehead from some sweat.
Kale was nowhere to be found on the ship. Well, he was but he wasn't visible to Kirk and Leroy. While they were chatting on the deck and Noir was in the Kitchen. Kale was at the very back of the ship, on the balcony overlooking the ocean below. It was one of the few places on the ship that was sort of detached and peaceful from whatever was going on elsewhere. Kale retreated to that spot whenever he wanted to chill He was sitting, cross-legged. His two swords laying on his lap, the hilt of one lying next to the scabbard of the other.
His hands were together, flat palms against each other, his fingers of equal length, praying hands as the term goes. His eyes were shut and his hair was tied above his head, exposing the large gash on his head. He was shirtless and shoeless, but at least he was wearing his trousers. He was mumbling something to himself, no one else could hear but it seemed important...
"I'm fine!" Leroy spoke over his shoulder as he walked up to his spot on the figure head of the Horizons palm. Literally sitting in the palm of the Ship
“Be careful up there.” Kirk warned with a little frown. Despite the insanely fast healing, the navigator was still worried over how well the other was able to move and handle himself. It was a bit before Noir poked his head out of the kitchen door, a beautiful smell instantly wafting out onto the deck from inside. “Lunch will be ready soon! I’ve made some drinks if anyone is thirsty, as well! We have teas and smoothies on the menu today!”
Dezzi had swapped their dark cloak out for a white one as it was better for the heat, which they were not dealing with well. They were breathing heavily, however they were making sure to keep in the shade so as to avoid as much heat as possible. Despite their best efforts, it wasn't doing much to help, but they were still hoping it would. They had been working on a new form of medicine, mainly keeping to themself as they did. They were not making much progress when it came to this medicine, it wasn’t reacting as they wanted it to and that was starting to annoy them. They had been working on this for two days already, and with the lack of progress it wasn’t looking like they would finish it any time soon and that's what annoyed them the most.