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Okay, so here's the thing.

As that Hornblower guy pointed out, every month people arrive at the same time. No reason to think it's gonna be any different now.

Everyone always appears at the same place.

Right now? Anyone who comes in is going to be wading face first into a firing squad.

I don't like it.

If I see something I don't like, I wreck it.

So, I'm going to do something about it.

If enough of you DON'T want to, I'll find some other way of getting on that island and getting people off that's not going to put this ship in the crossfire. If you all DO want to kick around some of these assholes though, then we need to figure out how we do it without getting sunk ourselves.

I might be Captain, but I'm new to this ship. I'm not expecting you to stick your necks out for me, or anyone else, yet.

But we've got a long road ahead, and we won't get very far on it if we spend all of it hiding. Plus, if any potential help we could get gets constantly stuck on an island crawling with those bastards, that's going to put us in a bind eventually anyway.

Whether you want to be or not, we're labeled as pirates. I say we give 'em reason to worry about that label.

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[There is a period of long, silence. Gibbs isn't sure what to think.

Finally, he is forced to ask a question.]

What be a robot?

... I guess I keep forgetting.

Think a giant... mechanical... suit of armor?

Only it's as big as a, um.

Mountain.

[That all sounds pretty far fetched, but then who was Gibbs to complain? He'd seen dead men walk, a kraken and a goddess released from her bonds. A giant robot was just one more fantastical thing to add to the list... provided he ever saw it.]

Perhaps you'll have to draw me a picture of it. In miniature o' course.

I'm not that really good at... um.

Hm.

[He's not a good artist, Gibbs. He draws into the journal the most sketchy and probably questionable rendition of Gokai-Oh one likely could. It's terrible, but .. maybe it gets the point across...?]

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[To Gibbs it looks like a suit of armor. So how that can be a ship and a robot is beyond him. The thing would have to be massive... bigger than even the kraken. Give him a minute to study it.]

I... see.

[He won't mention the lack of drawing skills to anyone else... and he will politely offering to draw any maps of any place they come across in the future.]

This can go into the air?

Well, not like that.

It usually needs a dragon to do that in this form.

[The man must surely be having him on now. A dragon? Not that Gibbs didn't believe in Dragons... It was just.. well... this robot thing seemed far fetched.]

A dragon? Where do you get yourself one of those?

Wizards.

[He says it with complete and utter sincerity.]

And keys that have their powers inside them.

[That too.]

...

[Gibbs is quiet a moment as he cocks his head to one side and thinks about it. Given all that he has seen and experienced, wizards might not be too far from it.

Come to think of it, Dragons and magic keys is not nearly so far fetched as this robot thing.

Glancing down at his journal page, he thumbs over the scribbling of the robot, deciding at long last to believe him.]

So these... robots... does everyone have such things where you are from?

Not ... everyone. Just like, evil organizations and empires bent on destroying and/or ruling the universe.

Plus most of the other Sentai teams on Earth.

[The skepticism is there in his voice. You can just hear the raised eyebrow.]

Evil organizations?

[He was a pirate, but a pirate didn't mean evil. Especially when there was a code to follow.]

Eh, organizations, armies, or otherwordly things that usually wanna take over the world and/or universe.

They're kinda pains in the ass.

Oh, aye, I've had my fair share of those. Recently I might add as well. East India Trading Company... ruththless bunch o' motherless sons that sailed the sea. A man called Lord Beckett was at the head of them.

Before that I was running Foul of the Navy, what with deserting and all.

You used to be in your world's navy? Heh.

I guess what you'd call my ship's "first mate" after me was once a soldier for the same empire we later wrecked.

Funny how that works out.

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Oh Aye, I learned me trade from them. Served before the mast many a year before I sought employment elsewhere.

[His tone becomes a great deal more serious.]

Pirate I may be but I'm still loyal to England, even if I favor the more hospitable city of Tortuga.

The Zangyack wasn't exactly a place one would want to stay loyal too, so I sure hope this "England" place was nicer.

[England wasn;t all that much nicer, but it bred into it's citizens a sort of nationalist pride, one that even a pirate could still cling to.]

Well there is no accounting for the reason as to why we be loyal to the crown aside from it being the land o' our birth. In my youth I served well as it met my own desires, but loyalties shifted to that of freedom and the open sea.

Still I'm hard pressed to harm a ship what's loyal to the crown.

Well, so long as they weren't a bunch of assholes trying to take everything over, I guess.

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