@Classpet

Staring at the sea, Shauna had been contemplating just how much spaghetti sauce she'd need to fill the ocean. About three or four barrels would have been enough, she estimated. Though, she figured it'd be annoying trying to find the plug to drain all the water out of the ocean so she'd be able to replace it with spaghetti sauce. Then, someone approached her. She had figured it was that kid itching to pick a fight, or gum-boy coming to bother her.

But, instead, it was only the most awesomest person she had ever met. Eyes sparkling, she smiled as she stared at Jamita, never having laid eyes on someone so awesome. She heard the Mink's words, but she was too awestruck to really respond. Instead, she settled for pulling Jams into a hug before spinning around.

"Ahahahaahahaha! You're so awesome and cute!" Shauna said before setting Jams back where she was sitting, the same stupid smile on her face. "My name is Shauna Warlethal. People call me Shauna. And Bitch. But people that call me Bitch get punched. Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnd, as for your question." The fighter said as she spun around before pointing out at the ocean.

"One day, I'm gonna unplug the ocean, drain out all the water and replace it with spaghetti sauce!" She announced proudly. "And then, I'm gonna punch the Moon right in the balls!" Shauna said with a clenched fist, her tone making it unclear as to whether or not she was serious or joking.

"And I want you, Jams-The-Awesomest, to be there with me when I do it! So, whaddaya say, pal?!" She inquired with shining eyes.

@Infichi

Ren tilted his head when fish Hulk ignored him. Looking back at the dead bird on his hand, he studied it closely, and about a minute later, he realized what he had done wrong. "Oh, you know what? I guess it'd be bad after all. I accidentally killed the bird with the knife I usually dip in poison. Whoopsies~. Isn't that a close call?" He laughed, tossing the bird off the ship.

When he heard the food was ready, Ren went over to the table. Or, to be more precise, suddenly appeared in front of the table. "Thanks for the food!" Taking one of the plates with a steaming steak, Ren took a fork and a knife, cutting a small piece and bringing it into his mouth, chewing on the sliced meat with his mouth closed.

What? Were you expecting him to just start shoving food down his face hole like some savage? Or like a main protagonist? Please! Rendaz Grimwald was a gentleman!

"Whoa~. This is one grand steak! I haven't eaten something this good since I was a kid! Great job, fish Hulk!" Ren exclaimed. He wasn't lying. The last time he ate like this was when he still lived with those monsters he knew as his parents. The only good thing living with them were the good food the maids served.

Ever since he'd been on his own, Ren only bought food he could eat on the go or with one hand. Hell, this was the first time in a while where he ate with a knife and fork. It may have been due to the fact that Ren had not eaten in almost a day, but he doubted it. He was keeping himself from drooling.

@KillBox@Infichi

Weston's declaration of strength completely went over Roma's head. What he was more concerned with was why did this little kid have a whole thing of tobacco hash with him? Certainly no reasonable shopkeeper would've sold someone who looked like a twelve year old any tobacco. "Aren't you a bit too young to be smoking? I get that you want to look older and all, but someone your age really shouldn't be smoking. Shouldn't you be sucking lollipops or something to get your fix?" Roma genuinely thought that Weston was actually a little kid, most likely someone's kid that ran away that wanted to be a pirate or maybe an orphan. In actuality, Weston was almost the same age as Roma though it would be hard to tell considering he looked so young and was so short. The gun slinger looked like he should be in middle school instead of smoking hash and toting guns.

Roma's eyes widened and he stepped back as a chair flew past his face. He was going to yell at her for breaking the chair and wall, but she already seemed to had said her peace and was now fangirling over the mink woman. "She better clean that up later." Roma grumbled, completely forgetting about Weston's existence for the moment. There were a lot of odd characters on this ship and he certainly didn't dislike it. It added quite a bit of variety. At least they weren't all anti-social, cynical bastards.

Soups on! The fishman finished cooking and now it's time to see if his boasts were true. "Awesome! I feel like I haven't had a good meal in months!" Roma shouted joyfully, stretching his arms up to the sky. For once, he won't be dining on canned beans and cheap rum. He was going to have his first home cooked meal for the first time in awhile and man was he ever going to enjoy it. Roma had already left Weston in his dust and found himself in the dining area. With absolutely zero shame, he drooled at the marvelous sight of the feast laid out in front of him. "Where to start..." Roma wiped his saliva off his chin with a napkin and dug into steak, the blood leaked out with just the poke of a fork. With a mouthful of tender steak and mashed potatoes, he savored the flavor and warmth before swallowing it.

He slammed his palm against the table and laughed robustly, completely the exact opposite of Ren's gentlemanly behavior. "Fishman, you're one hell of a cook! What exactly is your name?"

@FellbloodFool@hatakekuro

Chirachi let out a light, "Fufufu." As the two men dug into his dishes. "Yeah, I Know. The flavors are impeccable. I'm capable of using my superior pallet to finely adjust the seasoning to a level that most chefs cant." He crossed his hands over his chest and raised one finger on hand hand up to his chin. "I am Chirashi Sushimi. The name was given to me by my master. The best cook in all of east blue, Blind Chef Bogey." He lowered his hand once more. "I'll be collecting every recipe there is. Every style of cooking, Every flavor." Chirashi's eyes burned with flame. "I will learn every taste this world has to over and create the ultimate cuisine! The Grand Cuisine! Food so delicious it spans the tastes of the entire world!"

His head threw back as he laughed, "Jajajaja! Then! I will create flavors that no man, woman, fish or mink has ever tasted before! Unique flavors that have never been created! THAT IS THE GRAND CUISINE!" Yes! He was truly on fire now! The grand cuisine! The dream that he and the old man strive for! "Just stay alive long enough for me to conquer this worlds flavor old man." The fish thought to himself. "I'll bring it back. The taste of this world."

At least there was never a dull moment on this ship with a big chested woman kicking a chair at the arrogant prick mouthing off or the fishman shouting about food. Not to mention the silver haired individual asking to cook some random bird his knife struck down which had been outright denied. He struggled to discern how to define this odd group, though considering h wouldn't be with them for long that it didn't really matter in the end.

Closing the book with a thump before letting out a yawn, standing up to stretch and ease the stiffness in his limbs, his eyelids drooping beneath the shades. With things having slowed down; allowing him to notice just how tired he was and decided to get a bit of fresh salty air first then go take a nap.

Making his way to the railings, a short distance from the chair kicking girl who currently fawned over what looked to be a rabbit mink; funny to see both a fishman and a mink in this part of the sea. Leaning forward to drop the apple core and hung his head to deeply inhale the crisp salty air as droplets of cooling water sprinkled onto his head. His encounter with Fenrir and the wolf swam through his mind and the events of rum island soon followed; pondering the purpose of it all...what exactly was the man doing while the riot and fighting went on.'Ugh..this whole day's just giving me a headache.'Thankfully he nullified the throbbing in his head, rubbing at his forehead to realize it was flushed.'Ah..a fever...just lovely.'Running a hand down his face while the loud chatter from the two women served to aggravate his fevered mind even more.

Lifting his head, a weak groan spilling from his lips; left hand placed over the stitched hip, peering at the waving water only to suddenly see



bobbing on the surface causing him to jump in shock. Eyes blinking rapidly under the shades as he looked back at the others briefly before turning his gaze back at the water to find the disturbing seal gone.'Man...I must be sicker than I thought.'Shaking his head to try and clear his head and fumbled at the pouches till he found the one containing pills for fevers and tilted his body back, popping two in his mouth.'Bleh...good flavored pills. Think I should look into that.'Muttering to himself then pushed off the railings and made his way towards the crates that looked to offer shade and protection from the chilling wind, though his manner of walking a bit unsteady.

Nestling himself besides the crates as comfortably as he could and passed out shortly afterwards from the mixture of exhaustion and fever, leaving him sleeping like a log.

@Jageroux

Jamita giggled as Shauna hugged her and called her cute. "aww shucks," she said patting the other girls face "If you think i'm cute you should see all my baby cousins," sighing dramatically she remembered all 40 something of her baby cousins she'd left behind two years before. They were so small, so hairless. "Anyway I'm not really sure if that's how the ocean actually works, but I ain't an ocean-tologist or nothin' so I guess I'll help if i can. Can you even get to the moon? that's pretty cool? You're ganna have food right, wait!!!"

Sniffing the air the mink perked up, standing on the wall."I smell food! Over there! By the hot guy! Gotta go! You can come though!" She blurted hastily eyeing the food. In seconds she had lept over to the table and was shoveling anything veggie-looking into her mouth. Everything was unimaginably good. Way better than cricket soup or cabbage, heck even better than carrots! okay maybe not better than carrots. She made a mental note to hit on the fish guy later, he was pretty much her dream guy. He could cook! He was meeting all of her standers. Not to mention he was ripped.

@hatakekuro@FellbloodFool@Infichi@Classpet

For fuck sakes. No one seems to care. "Ugh. Fine. I'll just have to prove it later." He said as he made it to the captain. As Roma asked him about him being too young to have a smoke, he replied "I'm 18, thank you very much." As he finished his sentence, he saw out of the corner of his eyes that there was a chair flying at him and Roma. Reacting a bit too slowly to draw his sword, he had to lean and flip out of the way to avoid getting hit by the chair which is not in splinters. He glanced over at the mink woman that had kicked the chair at him, sighed and said nothing to her. He will make her respect him, eventually.

As he was going to turn back to Roma to speak, a fisherman came out of what smelled like the kitchen. He said his name was Chirashi Sushimi. He is, literally, a walking contradiction. "Chi-Chirashi Sa-Sushimi....and a fisherman on top of that...oh my goodness..." He sighed. As the fisherman announced the arrival of food, he made his way to the kitchen, as did the rest of the ship. Remaining silent, he grabbed a bowl and listened to the fisherman talk about the Grand Cuisine. Sounded lofty. However, his own pursuit of the greater sharpshooter in all the land was lofty as well. Leaning back against the wall, he scanned the rest of the crew. There isn't an 'official' captain yet. He is probably the best ranged fighter, the mink woman is freakishly strong, there is also Roma, drooling.

Just what in the world is in store for him here...

@KillBox@Classpet@Infichi

"Then join my crew Chirashi! Sail the seas with me and you'll be bound to find your Grand Cuisine!" Roma slammed his palms against the table as he stood up with a wide grin, creating a clatter of dishes. The captain had a wide grin on his face, his eyes shimmered with excitement of the prospect of having this excellent chef and fighter as a member of his crew. It all depended on what the fishman was willing to do in order to achieve his dreams. Roma could only hope that he would see the benefit of joining forces and travel together. He held his hand up for a handshake with the fishman that towered over him. Well, most people towered over him considering that he wasn't the tallest, but he also wasn't the shortest person either, unlike Weston. "The name is Roma Cesare, captain of the-"

The mink woman had unashamedly scarfed every vegetable dish on the table. He could respect the woman's veracious appetite, but there was one problem with it: she was stealing food off his plate! "Oi, keep your furry paws off my damn plate!" Roma was serious about his food. He did not take kindly to someone taking food from his plate. It was one of his few pet peeves that he had. It was like when a person goes out to eat with a friend and said friend ordered a small salad and the other person ordered a burger and fries. That friend would steal that person's fries when they very well could've ordered their own damn fries!

Roma sighed and glanced to Weston. Even though the sniper told him he was eighteen, Roma didn't exactly buy it. No eighteen year old could look like he belonged in middle school. It seemed more likely that he really was just a kid. "So kid, do you want some milk or juice or something?" Yeah, Weston was probably a little to young to drink.

@hatakekuro
@Classpet@Infichi

"I'm old enough to have whatever I want. For starters, I want some water. Beer later." He said, as he was finishing up his food. The mink woman devoured all the vegetation that was on the table. Fortunately, Weston was about to sneak a few carrots onto his plate before they were all gone. As soon as he saw the mink woman starting to take food from Roma's plate, Weston quickly put the remaining two carrot sticks into his pocket to save for later.

"So. This crew. I want in. It looks like you can use someone of my talents. So, what say you?" Weston asked. He peered around the room. People were still eating, no one seems to have answered or said anything about joining together to form a crew. So, he thought he would be the first to say something about it.

@Infichi

As he continued to eat his steak, Ren listened to Chirashi with rapt attention. It was quite amusing. He's tasting steak, but at the same time he's hearing a lot of ham. A lot. Not that he minded, really. The fishman's exuberance was contagious as Ren couldn't help but feel the urge to applaud Chirashi as soon as the snow-haired man was finished with his food.

"That sounds pretty awesome, Chira! I wonder what's the "Grand Cuisine" gonna be like. I mean, is it some completely new dish? Or maybe a combination of multiple dishes? Man, that kinda reminds me of this one time I had this dream about a world where food was everywhere. Like, giant corn and ice cream mountains. It was good and all, until dream me realized that for some reason gravity was significantly stronger... and then monsters chased me around. Turns out it was the strange mushroom I had the day before. Still, it was like a gourmet world." Ren spoke in recollection.

@hatakekuro

"You shouldn't worry about her, boss-man. She's a rabbit mink, right? She'll only go for the vegetables." Ren paused, donning a contemplative expression. "Wait, are potatoes vegetables, or are they fruit?" He queried, scratching the side of his head with his index finger. 'The fuck is a potato even?'

@Classpet

Ren's focus then wandered over to the mink. She ate swiftly, to say the least. One moment, there was salad, the next moment, it was as if nothing was put on the plate in the first place. There was probably a pun in here somewhere, however it eluded him. Oh, no it didn't.

"Hare today, gone tomorrow." Ren snickered. Comedy gold. "I hope you wash your feet often though. People eat here, ya know?"

@hatakekuro

Jamita snatched her paw away from the plate infront of Gumbo as fast as she could. To her it looked kinda like the rest of the plates, nothing saying it was his. In fact she was 87% sure it was the marine's plates, after all it had been their ship. Coming full circle she realized he'd stolen the ship so now everything on the ship was technically 'his'. Not that it stopped her from eating everything outside his punching range with a short "whatever you say kiddo,". There was plenty of food for now, no reason to pick a fight with some gross gum-boy.

@FellbloodFool
Moving onto the less desirable veggies, like potatoes Jamita looked up to see some white haired weirdo. But he was standing up for her??So that was pretty cool."I'll eat bugs too!" she corrected as she picked up three baked potatoes, "And yeah potatoes are just like carrots, they're veggies"

@Classpet@hatakekuro@FellbloodFool@KillBox

Chirashi Cracked his neck and knuckles, preparing for the Fishman Showdown. “Right, So, We’re going to be dealing with the marines.” He leaned down on the table to try to get as even with the crew as possible. “It’s all fun and games right now. But I’m not ready to go back to my old life. You hear me!?” He looked around at all of them. “Joining this crew suits my needs. I’ll be here to keep you fed and keep you energized. Because a healthy body is a happy body and it’ll mean we have the best chance at surviving out here at sea.” He then pointed towards Jams, the mink. “You, Cute bunny girl. You need to eat fruits like Lemon or Lime as well. Vitamin C is important out here in the ocean!”

He then turned to the black and blond haired man. “You, You’re a pirate. Drink whatever. I don’t care.” Honestly, He’s a sniper, he shouldn’t be drinking, but that’s none of Chirashi’s business. “Just don’t forget the importance of a balanced meal.” Then a quick turn to the silverhaired Navigator. “The Grand Cuisine is a taste the world has never known before. Something that makes the world shake and quake with unknown splendor!” and what was with that dream? Perhaps…. EPIC FORESHADOWING!?

“Now then.” He coughed into his fist. “With the meals eaten and everyone’s belly full. Clean up your own mess.” Chirashi turned his back to the crew and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ve got pots to clean, recipes to study and my own meal to eat!” Yes, he had found some lovely Labster in the freezer. What is a labster? Well it’s a docstor to some people, it comes from the grandline, it’s like a lobster, but it’s bigger and tends to wear a stethoscope.

@Infichi@Classpet@FellbloodFool@KillBox@samreaper

It was a crazy night full of drinking and eating, followed by some drunken banter and stupidity at least from Roma. For the first time in awhile, Roma had fun. Sailing on a dinky sailboat with nothing, but a can of beans to eat as he watched the watches gently churn though this was no longer the case. He was beginning to form a crew, a crew that will help him achieve his goals. At some point, Roma had staggered off and found The Doctor laying around some crates. Checking to see if he was okay, Roma realized that this man was burning up with a fierce fever. With just one arm, he picked up The Doctor. How could a grown man be so light? A gust of wind should've been enough to send him flying. Well, it was better to put him in one of the spare beds before the cold knight could make his condition worse.

The very next morning, the sun had just risen above the horizon. Roma was already up before the rest of the people on the ship. On his own, he had prepared the sails and hoisted the anchor. As of now he was manning the helm, directing the ship to wherever god knows where. It was soon that he had saw an island off in the distance. There he could at least organize and see what supplies would be needed. Little did he know, this island would prove to be a little nuts.

@hatakekuro@Infichi@Classpet@FellbloodFool@KillBox@jageroux

Morning came with the rising sun warming the chilly, crisp air that covered the ship in a cold and damp layer of salt twinkling dew. A thin fog wafted along the water; coiling and waving as if a living being stretching out shapeless limbs from the dense wall of smog hovering around the island ahead. Only the faintest of an outline of structure let travelers know an island lie hidden behind the white, murky wall; closer the ship drew as if to be swallowed up.

The browsprit passed through the wall of fog. So thick that it seemed as if the ship had pierced the lumbering beast lurking, ever hungry for travelers to enter its massive maw and now those upon the ship were surrounded by the heavy white whispy smoke.

Impossible to see more than a few feet and only the creaking of the ship and hidden sea crashing beneath them was all that could be heard. Leaving them feel trapped...locked away from the rest of the world...desolate and alone. No signs of life to be seen in all directions, not that one would be able to in this dense ocean of fog; a loud, ear piercing screech shattered the silence like glass, lasting for only seconds then...

"Travelers..adventures....tourist! Whoever you may be...wherever you came from..know that what awaits you all are sights that will leave you trembling!"A voice echoed from all over, seeming to weave through the whispy smoke while ahead the faintest of two red glows waited like crimson eyes of a monster watching them."Continue if you be bold...brave. Do not be wary nor scared...keep on the path for what lies beyond this smog is what all desire and crave. A reward awaits you wary souls..do not give up!"On the voice boomed as the ship creaked forward, the two red lights glowing brighter, unsure if this voice a welcome or warning."Come and receive all that you dreamed of...to witness the sight of the unimaginable that will leave all wishing it would never end!"

The ship finally broke free from the prison of fog."Welcome all...to Isle Cirque de Freak!!!"

Before them rested a massive circus tent surrounding the entire island with the entrance being the head of a big smiling clown with blinking red eyes and a billboard above its head with the words-Welcome to Cirque De Freak followed by a goofy laugh. A wide open mouth for tourist to enter that lead to the port where ships of all sizes lined up. Fun carnival music and the air smelling of a mixture of delicious, mouth watering food and sweet, sweet candy. People made up of adults and kids, everywhere traversing to the endless array of booths holding games or food stands held by chefs from all over the world while loud cheerful screams came from the assortment of rides. At the very center of the island, where all could see, stood a large circus tent where the main attraction took place every night at 9 pm; a show that all attended to be entertained and wowed.

This is the isle of never ending fun and excitement and one that contained a strange mystery.

Cirque De Freak welcomes all with open arms...though will you ever leave?

Tick, tock, tick tock. The sound of a clock coming from a shock collar attracted the customers.

Shiro lied down in a fetal position, facing a corner so only his back could be seen. The park was open and children with their parents were gathering around his rather small cage "The bunny isn't doing anything, he's boring and smells!" One of the kids said.

"I'M A RABBIT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Shiro yelled after turning his head to the kid. The kid was shocked at first before crying into his mother's arms. The mom glared at Shiro before storming off. "Punk ass bitch lucky I'm stuck in here. Like to see how great you smell after being locked up for a year." He turned his head back around, cutting away at a spoon and making it into a shiv. In front of him was a small hole with another thinner shiv and 3 carrots all sharpened. His ears twitched "Oh shit, oh shit" He quickly got up, moving dirt back over the hole to hide his only hope of escape.

Shiro sat up straight in a proper position, his hands crossed like a saint. "WHERES THAT PESKY WABBIT, CAUSING ALL THAT TWOUBLE?!" Shiro kept a calm face, snickering inside the entire time. "WABBIT, DID YOU CALL THAT KID THE B WOWD?!" Shiro opened his mouth in surprise "M-me? Well i'd never do something mean to our future generations! After all, they are the hope of our futuwe" The bald man's eye twitched, pulling out a remote control and pushing a button. Immediately after, a constant shock came from Shiro's collar forcing his body to spasm and shake violently

"I TOLD YOU WABBIT TO STOP MOCKING ME" Shiro, with what little strength he had, moved his index finger to tell the bald man to come closer. The bald man, Mr. Fudd, moved his ear close enough to hear Shiro "I-I-I'm sowwy AHAHAHAHAHA" He bursted into laughter before the intensity was increased, still laughing through the pain. "If thats how you want it wabbit, then we'll play your game!" Mr. Fudd turned the dial to almost full power, Shiro's eyes turning a bloodshot red before rapidly growing in size and letting out a roar of pain. The people were amazed at the rabbits sudden transformation, clapping their hands. "Behold ladies and gentlemen, the transfowming Wab-no, The Transfowming Bunny!" More people began to gather around his small cage. It was going according to Shiro's plan.

Chirashi sat in the kitchen, looking over the marines cook books. "Hmmm, Let's see here. Nothing about veggies for breakfast." He rubbed his chin, So this just meant he would need to create his own veggie style breakfast. "Wait, She's a rabbit, Rabbits like fruit too." He continued to rub his chin. But... a vegetable for breakfast hadn't really been done and it was far more fascinating an attempt. With that he had the plan!

He would make a carrot cake... but PANCAKES! That's right, Carrots, brown sugar, flour, water, milk, some nice walnuts... yeah it would be great! Chirashi began to furiously work on his latest creation. Carrot Pancakes! Once he had a decent stack, he plowed through some french toast. A fresh blueberry sauce, seven kinds of omelettes, a few steaks, fried chicken and a couple waffles. Yes... Yes, truly this would be the breakfast to satisfy all tastes!

The fishman's hands flew about the kitchen like a samurai on the battlefield. As he finished, he threw the plates onto the table and let out his massive scream. "FOODS UP YOU DEGENERATES!"

He woke up, not to the sound of silence but the sound of circus music. Just where have they sailed to... Why is there circus music playing in the middle of the sea? He rubbed the weariness from his eyes and fastened his dual holsters, holding his pistols, to his waist and secured his katana to that holster belt as well. Grabbing a light, airy, coat from his pack, he draped it over his shoulders and walked away from where he had gone to rest the night before.

The air was heavy with the scent of sweets and food. There was a fog, concealing anything that would need to be hidden. This naturally made him feel uncomfortable. Scanning his surroundings quickly, all he was able to discern was the noise coming from the kitchen. It seems their cook is whipping up something tasty once again. In his mind, he had the imagery of a fisherman, slicing sashimi and flicking his wrist while stirring a pot of liquid, perhaps some sort of sauce. That imagery was pure comedy to him. Walking into the kitchen, he greeted the chef with a "Good morning." He then sat down, surprised about the fact that no one else has made it to the table yet. "Looks like I get to taste it first..." He picked up a fork, plated himself a steak, two pancakes, a french toast, some of the sauce and readied himself for the food in front of him. "Thanks for the breakfast." He said as he began eating.

When the ship's doctor should show up, he would ask him "Hey, so, I've been wondering. There are tons of nerves in the human, or living creature's, body, right? So, what if, I can hit them with such precision that I can control what I do to them? Like, I hit a nerve, they suffer the worst pain ever, or if I hit another nerve, utter euphoria. I mean, that would be pretty cool right? I was wondering if you can show me what each nerves does in the human body, like their corresponding reactions once triggered... Hitting them with precision isn't the issue, but knowing what they do is..." He said, "Also, I was also thinking about making special, nonlethal bullets for my weapons...I wonder who would know how to do that for me...I mean, hitting a person's pain nerve by shooting straight through it is effective and all, but just not...not quite right...Ah....." He said, deep in thought...

@Infichi@samreaper

@Infichi

Rendaz lazily opened his eyes and brought his hands out from behind his head, awakening from Chirashi's loud call. He had chosen to sleep on the crow's nest because, well, crow's nest were cool. And he called dibs. He rose to his feet and peered down. "Degenerates? How insulting! At the very least I'm a scum! ... Or is that worse?" He shouted back. Taking a step back, he then proceeded to inspect himself and check on his weapons in case he misplaced them. Once he was done, he nodded to himself and jumped off the crow's nest and made it to the lower part of the ship's net jumped again, this time landing on the main deck.

"Gooooood morning, world and all of its inhabitants!" He voiced at the top of his lungs. He couldn't help it. He got a great amount of sleep. All four hours in fact; and yes, four hours only. Since defecting he could no longer pull off a whole seven hours. So instead of heading off to sleep like most of the crew, Ren was up late into the night wandering around the ship. He performed leisurely activities such as stargazing, having a midnight snack, and watching some of the crew sleep. He made sure to mask his presence, of course. He wouldn't want his new allies to think of him as weird. Especially since he was a few inches away from their sleeping form; just standing there with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Chira, I'll be skipping breakfast. I'm not hungry." He called. With the steak being the biggest meal he had eaten in a long while, Ren knew he could survive on that a lot longer in comparison to what he ate before.

@hatakekuro

"Mornin', boss-man." He said as he passed by Roma, giving him a quick pat on the back and proceed forward to the front of the ship where he watched as they drew closer to an island. "... I got a bad feeling about this... and I like it~."

Jams spent most of the rest of the evening in the ships engine room and hanging over the edge of the ship examining barnacles. She hated barnacles, they were nasty and impossible to get rid of (Jam jar fact: Just put salt or vinegar on them, they'll fall off). Luckily the ship had very few, like three. The marines didn't screw around, they knew barnacles sucked. Finally the little bunny girl curled up in the kitchen after a midnight snack and fell asleep.

Morning held all the hustle and bustle that any normal person hates. It was foggy for one, anyone knows that mink, especially those of the rabbit variety, are off put when they can't see very far. The rough waters and creaking of wood all around didn't boad much better for Jams than the fog. To top it all off some random duffus decided screaming was a fun idea, the invisible dimwit continued on to describe some danger or something. She was eating at that point so whatever he said was lost to her.

Breaking free of the fog was nice but the clown was not expected. Jams wasn't one to be frightened off by some nut, really she wished she could give him a piece of her mind about screaming like he did but the villain was no where in sight.

Jams had a bad incling about the island itself. She never liked circuses as a kid; clowns had freaked her out and she didn't like sweets all that much either. The idea of a circus to freak someone out wasn't chill with her either. Those idiots couldn't even spell "circus to freak". Needless to say, she couldn't wait for one of them to start a fight, this time she'd jump in.

@Infichi
Just as she finished the carrot she'd started during the circus speech the hunky fish man announced breakfast. He was like a gift sent down from the heavens, a true present to the filthy earth; the way he just, cooked all the food. She was over there in a few simple leaps, sitting this time, and piling every kind of non-meat item onto her plate. "Wowie! darlin' you sure pulled a miracle! This food is perfect!!!" the mink exclaimed, more or less in Chirashi's direction. At the very least it was clear that she was talking to the chef, not the little bird boy. As soon as the words were out she started devouring what she'd piled on her plate.

Shauna had chosen to skip dinner and had mostly kept to herself after talking to Jams. Opting not to sleep, she spent the night reading some random adventure book she found on the ship. Contrary to belief, the marines weren't as dumb as they looked. She was honestly surprised they even had decent taste in literature - she wasn't expecting anything other than some bullshit that promoted Marine Ideology... But some of it was kind of fun.

As the sun began to rise, she put her stash of books away for safe keeping. She really didn't trust that anyone on the ship would respect decent literature, so Shauna figured it'd be best to put the books somewhere where they wouldn't be destroyed. Yawning, she made her way below deck, turning a few corners before arriving at what she assumed the marines used as a gym of sorts. It was fairly small, but spacious enough to store plenty of equipment one could use to work out.

Sitting down on one of the benches, she grabbed the dumbbell and lifted it off the ground as she began to work out.

"200 lbs... Not bad." She mumbled - she would have preferred something heavier, but it would do. Contrary to her lithe form, she was deceitfully strong. "Thank god for character design..." She snickered under her breath as she focused on her task.

If anything happened, she'd either hear it or someone would find her.

Several hours later, she heard some noise. It sounded like something Onyx would tell her when they were younger to scare her, but interested her enough to check it out. Putting the gym equipment away, Shauna quickly changed clothes. Now wearing a pair of boots, navy pants and a white shirt with the neck cut so low it was clear its only purpose was to provide decent amounts of plot and fanservice without going full hentai.

Pulling her jacket back on, Shauna made note to get her regular outfit cleaned. The clothes weren't bad, but... Different. She couldn't help but wonder why the hell the Marines even had clothes for women on their ship...

Whatever.

Making her way to the deck, Shauna stared at the island with apathetic eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

"We're going there, aren't we?" She inquired, her words directed to Roma. Everything about the island screamed 'Don't come here! There's gonna be a maniac here that walks slower than a snail but when you turn a corner he's gonna be right there and bury a machete in your face.', and Shauna really wasn't feeling it.