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[voice] action for Hazmats

[there's far less of his usual bluster and enthusiasm in his tone today. So sue him, he's still recovering from his beastly injuries.]

Hate to say this, but. We need help.

My crew's down to just five, and Cyn's pokemon. No one's come back since Jones showed up at Port Chance, and me an' Gaius are in pretty bad shape right now. Draco, Sting...Roxas. They're all gone.

Straw Hat, if that offer for an alliance is still happenin', tell me where you guys are and I'll set sail in an instant. We got no choice, we gotta hook up with another ship. Scratch each other's backs and all that.

...nobody died back there, did they? I been out of commission for a while, I got no idea what's goin' on.

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Don't talk like that, Captain. I'm sure we'll find someone eventually. Just have hope.

But until then, how are you boys doing? Hungry?

Ravenous. I need to get up and stretch but damn, food sounds so good right now.

Well, if you want, I could go over there and help you to the galley? I mean, if you can handle it?

Course I can handle it! I gotta get back up to speed sooner rather than later. [he's been doing laps around the room, the last couple days, but hasn't exactly resumed normal habits]

Alright, alright. Just give me a second to reheat the soup.

[She goes quiet after that. But the soup was still fairly fresh so it didn't really take long to reheat it and head over to the where he was. ]

[he's gotten out of the infirmary and up to the deck, just to feel the sun on his face again. But that's as far as he needs to go.]

Heh. Good timin', Cyn.

As always

[It always did make her smile, seeing that minimal scarring on his body. Following his whole healing process was one thing. But seeing that her work actually didn't kill this guy? It felt nice.]

How are you feeling?

Pretty good, all things considered. [and boy does he want the soup she brought. He wasn't kidding about being ravenous] Need to stretch out some more, make sure nothin's gonna slow me down.

[She hands over the bowl of soup to him and takes a seat next to him. All those times she had to spoon feed him while he was recovering...yeah, those days are over. ]

Considering the before and after, I'm sure you'll be back to doing dumb crap in no time, Captain.

Yeah, well...

[by now Dog's message has gone up, and he's already responded]

Probably more true than you know. Scurvey Dog needs a hand with somethin'.

[first, though, food. He eases down to a seat with his back against the railing and starts right in on it]

Again? And, of course, you're the first one to jump at the chance, right?

[Not that it upset her or anything. She knows he liked helping Dog a lot. It was just that Dog meant danger, and she'll be damned if she has to stitch her boys up AGAIN]

What is it this time?

What, like I'd say no? We owe her.

[even if that cow skull is nothing but trouble]

Her retainer... [is that the right term?] ...her guy. Meep. She knows where he is and needs a hand gettin' in and gettin' him out alive.

[A moment of silence for that one time she had to pee while having that skull stuck to her hand. Yeah, they totally owed her for that.]

And you agreed to go get him?

[She glances at the small scar left by his stitches, then sighs.]

I guess I can keep the boat safe while you guys are gone.

Whoa, hey now. [lifting his head out of the soup bowl] I ain't decided who's all goin' along yet. We don't have any information. If it's somewhere we can sail, we're all goin'. Nobody's stayin' behind and risking gettin' lost to us again.

Oh Captain, do you honestly think I'd "get lost" if you leave me alone to help your best friend in the whole wide world.

[Wait...]

Don't answer that.

...don't be like that, Cyn. This ain't the time or the place for it.

[he's tired of playing her games, and he's still sore enough that he is just not in the mood.]

Oh calm down, Captain. All I'm saying is, I'll still be here no matter what you decide. I just don't like that we'll be jumping into danger again.

Can't do anything about that. I don't think we're gonna get a second to ourselves until somebody does somethin' about Jones.

...or we go home, but. Not holdin' my breath there.

...but I don't want to go home yet.

[She frowns. Then looks up to stare at the horizon for a bit.]

Guess that means we have to do something about Jones. That's always fun.

I know, it's a hard thought. [he does understand, because there's a lot he'll miss despite how badly he wants to get back to his Wu boys] But at the rate all'a this is goin', our choice might be dead or home. Dead dead, not poppin' back a few days later just to do it again.

[In response, she whacks him on the head with her journal...lightly.]

Don't talk like that! Don't you ever talk like that. We'll get out of this alive. We always do.

Ow... [don't make him spill his soup!] I didn't say we were gonna! I don't wanna either, so.

[Talk like that again and she might just aim lower. But, for now, she'll just stick to looking over his scar. Maybe flick one of his bells once or twice.]

...I still can't believe I stitched you up. Of all the crazy things I expected to happen to me in this world. Stitching someone up never even crossed my mind.

[follows her movement out of the corner of his eye while he eats]

Ya did pretty good. The scar's gonna be small, and none 'o my tattoos are ruined. You're a real lifesaver, Cyn.

Nah, don't mention it. I'd do just about anything for you boys, you know that. Even if it means taking a needle to your skin to save your life...well...

[She gently pokes at the bandages on his side and smiles.]

You'd do the same for me. But now the real questions is, what are we going to do now? We really need to restock or I'm going to start jumping into the water with Milotic and harpooning anything we see.

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