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[h3]Drum Island[/h3] [/center] 

[list] Interacting: 
[*][@BCTheEntity] 
[*][@Tmitche23] 
[*][@RyoRyoRyoken] 
[*][@Renny]
[*][@LokiLEO789]
[*][@Ira]
[*][@NachoBachoPacho]
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Fadel watched with a gleeful grin on his face as the Marine dodged the the Sixteenth Hand and aimed lower. He could care less. In fact, he could swat the Marine away like a bug with the Fifty-Sixth Hand, or crush him with a thunderous clap using the Fifth Hand. But what was the point? With the Marines trajectory, he wasn't hitting anything vital, just solid wood. The sanctuary was located in the chest. Fadel would grant him this false victory, instead of crushing the mans soul, sprit, and mind.

He turned to Dirk as the statue began vibrate due to the Marine drilling through it. Wooden words etched itself out near the First Mate, clear as day. [color=Lime]Doctor sense telling me your hurt. Lets fix you up.[/color] Fadel walked over to Drik and quickly preformed a check up, feeling his body with his hands. He soon assessed the situation and went to work, a dislocated shoulder. Easy enough. 

Without warning, he yanked Dirk's arm downward, snapping back into place. Before the First Mate could yelp in pain, Fadel slapped the wooden floor with his palm. Instantly, a small Devil Claw plant grew. Quickly, he ripped the claw from the plant and gave them to Drink to eat.  Due to it enhanced properties when grown by him, he would feel its painkiller like abilities almost instantly.

Now that 'that was finished, he looked to find Bogard. Almost if on que, a stream of yellow fire and a wave of red led him right to the convict and his Captain. With a clap and two hand motions, two giant hands went into action. One positioned itself under the chest as a platform, and another landed in the snow near Bogard and the convict, palm ready to be used as an elevator. 

[color=Lime]Sādohando (Third Hand)

Dai shi hando (Fourth Hand)
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The chest capacity opened up, exposing Fadel to the rushing wind and the beautiful sunset. He motioned for those inside to follow him as he stepped onto the waiting hand, which carried all to the ship before returning to its place, the other hand would do the same. From his place on the Rose Horizon, with everyone that came with them to Drum Island, and those they came to broke out on board, he gazed at he creation, marred by a hole in its stomach. He brought his hands together, creating prayer hands, paying respect to Buddhistava, one last time.