[Sting Eucliffe, Nineteen year old Mage, is doodling in his journal. Things like 'Natsu vs Sting; the rematch!' and 'What Would Natsu Do?' are written along with some drawings of dragons and cats. Under one of the dragons the word 'dad' is written. After a moment he holds it and speaks into it, feeling stupid]

Okay, so I can talk through this thing through people, right?

I need to get off this damn island so I can find that magical ruby. I'm not a sailor at all. I get motion sickness from slow moving chariots because of my magic. But I'm a damn good mage and fighter on land or on an animal's back. Help me out and I'll help you out.

Been here 'bout seven months now, an' I know that ain' a lot compared t' some of y'all.

But... guess I didn' expect t' be so homesick. Not like I really belonged there anyway, but... I miss the guys. Kitty 'n' Kurt, Scott. Even Jean.

Guess Logan bein' gone ain' helpin'.

[But she's got Pryde, at least, who keeps close now that Daddy's gone. It's probably good that Pryde likely can't understand what she says to her. Because there's a lot of complaining about Logan, about him leaving, and about everything else. But, well, that's her way of processing loss.]

Dunno. Jus' need t' shake it, but that ain' easy right now.

Guess it's jus' th' day, y'know?

[The first thing that Ikki does upon finding himself on Isla Empieza is to throw up. It may be due the feeling of being pulled back and forth through a diminute hole at the speed of light, or it may be due the way his brain is drained and then explodes with memories. It takes him a bit to clear his mind, to get a hold of his surroundings, the memories that had been taken and then returned.

As he recovers, he casts a glance around if only to confirm that this isn't his home. He was sent back only to be returned to this world right away. And that's not the worst part of it. The worst part is that he doesn't know how long has it been here. He remembers from others that months here could have been just a few hours for them back in their worlds, and he wouldn't put it past Davy Jones and Chronos to make it be centuries here while it was just a second for him.

The second thing that Ikki does upon returning is to open his journal and snarl at it.]

How fucking long has it been?!

[Even if that's the first thing that he asks, it's not really what he cares for the most.]

Are the Spades still active? [Do people even know them yet? If they vanished and enough time passed it's possible people wouldn't have heard of them.]

Is Selphie Tilmitt still here?!

Listen up, citizens of the high seas...

This is Shiki the Golden Lion. I have only been in this world for a short time, but I have begun to notice some problems. This Davy Jones thinks he owns us. This Navy thinks they can lock us away. How is a pirate supposed to live free if we are under attack from both sides at once?

[There is a sound of metal on stone-- he's pacing as he delivers his speech.]

A summit. A coalition of the best and strongest in these seas, united under the banner of the Golden Lion. With a united force, we can wipe the navy dogs from the face of this world. With control of the seas, we will be free to do as we want.

[More metal sounds.]

So I call upon you all. Join me, and wrest control of the sea from those that seek our end.

Once I get some interest, I will announce a meeting place.

That is all.