Advent yawned as he pulled the small vessel he'd taken up to the 'junk island', as he called it. It was a pain in the ass, frankly. Soon as he was able to, he'd dumped the Navy ship he'd stolen, trading it in for a smaller, more manageable (And less likely to attract SOS calls) sailboat. Mind, it wasn't exactly set for sailing the seas.

Still, Advent was finally free from obligations. Not to mention the psychopath he'd met at the prison, and the warden, who apparently had the gum gum fruit. Lessons learned. Pain. For now though, he had some business to attend to. He walked past several engineers and people who frankly looked like thugs as he made a beeline for the island's foreman's office.

He had a bone to pick with that crazy bitch.

And he wasn't in the mood for subtlety either, which was made abundantly clear when he kicked her door in.

"Oi! Crazy bitch! I have a bone to pick with you!" He roared.

It had been a looooooooooooong week for one Watershin Danielle. Beyond the standard workload, she had to deal with increased requests from both the Marines and that Grand Line Pit Stop island (whatever the fuck it's called, she couldn't be bothered to remember), one of her forges exploded (fucking newbie) putting a nice quarter of her men in the med-bay, and forcing roughly half of her remaining workforce to divert their attentions to rebuilding the sector, she just had a meeting with an utterly obnoxious group of clients representing the scum of the planet ... and on top of that she was OUT OF BOOZE!! Needless to say, she wasn't in a good mood as she slammed her office door, startling her second-in-command, a small, thin, weasely looking man, obviously named "WEASEL! I'm taking a nap. Tell any visitors if they bother me, Imma shoot 'em in the dick. And if they don't have one, I'll punch 'em in the vag" she grumbled as she entered the back, a.k.a. her room. Drawing the blinds shut tight and stripping out of her tux and down to her standard bikini before flopping on the bed. However... no sooner had she closed her eyes when she heard the office door burst open with a *BANG*

Leaping out of bed with a fury that would make the stars tremble, she threw open her door "WHO THE FUCKING HELL... Addy?" she stopped in her tracks as she saw a familiar figure in her old drinking buddy. A grin split her face as her fury was... mostly forgotten "ADDY! You made it! What took you so long?"...

Advent didn't wait. He focused well as he could on armoring his fist and he threw it hard, aiming right for the woman's face.

It did nothing except cause him considerable pain.

"... Dammit!" Advent shouted as he winced, withdrawing his fist and blowing on it. "Don't give me that crap..." He grunted after wincing for a little while longer then regaining his composure. "Do you have any idea what I've been through the past week? I had to deal with a masochistic nutjob and a bloody bunch of villagers begging me to protect them from pirates! All the while you've been sitting in your leather chair and sipping fizzy water!" He roared.

Dani cocked her head in curiosity as Advent clenched his fist in pain. She wasn't sure why he did that, he knew her face was metal. Snickering softly, she listened to him as ranted. However, that last bit ticked her off a bit. "Excuse me! But this..." she grabbed an empty bottle off the floor "... is the finest hard liquor in the East Blue! I had to work really hard, and kiss a LOT of ass to get this stuff! And I'm currently a bit grumpy because thanks to my shitty week, I DRANK IT ALL!!! (Good thing I have an iron liver. I might actually have died)" she shouted at her guest waving the bottle around before tossing it behind her into some random corner. Turning on her heel, she walked back into the darkness of her room "Besides Addy, what are you bitching about? You're alive, you have a boat, and it sounds like your grand adventure has already started. Speaking of, why are you even here? I know you didn't sail all this way just to punch me in the...." her head popped back out with a gleeful look on her face "Oh, my god, you sailed all this way just to punch me in the face, didn't you?"...

"..." Advent took a sharp but deep breath, his nostrils flaring from both frustration and pain. He recoiled for a moment, then flexed his fingers. Nothing swollen, but the bruising and swelling would be a bitch. He shook off his fist then took another swing. He put a hole in the galvanized steel wall and frowned. "Not consistent enough..." He mumbled, withdrawing his fist. "Look, It was hell, okay? Plus I'm fairly certain that rubber bastard's hunting me down and... Oh for crap's sakes!" He finally noticed her laughing and moved right up into her space, putting her into a joint lock before rolling forward and throwing her to the ground face first. Unlikely to hurt her much, if at all. Still, he sat on her back, holding the joint lock. That was, if anything, where the pain would come from. "I'll break it, you know... Just because you can repair it doesn't mean it won't hurt..."