Huzzah. Dirk has achieved it. Only Dirk. Not only me, though, Caesar helps, and probably everyone else somehow.

Good Job Dirk! You're Number One!

Caesar did everything. The fact you think you contributed only shows how deluded you are.

You are bad Loser! Go jump off the boat Fool!

...but why was also saying this? Who wanted to even do that? Where is porpoise?

...OHHHHH, so they can all get to the other slide. The ship oft the enemy mothercrab. Okay, yes, the Divine Purpose was that perfect the place to go. Yes, good plan. Good plan. Go to the sea.

'I'm going to the other boat, Caesar,' Dirk muttered, sliding out from under the furry man and then moved to the closest side of the boat, and prepared to jump into the sea to go to the other sea boat sea. This is a brilliant idea. Divine Purpose says just go up the other side once you go... oh wait, it said an even better idea now.

'Shave.' I'll walk in the air as I leap out of the side of the boat off of the rails. This is still a brilliant idea.

---

Caesar laughed as the ship reached the end of Reverse Mountain, and missed the beginning exchanges between them and the other ship.

But Dirk was heading over now that they had dropped anchor, and Caesar moved to follow him as he -

"Dirk, you blasted fool!" he growled, pulling him off the railing and slinging him over his shoulder. "There's a boarding thingy. You don't have to... Do whatever you were thinking."

He walked across to the other ship, setting Dirk down once they reached the other side with a soft pat on his shoulder.

Bonekid was already asking questions to the captain. Mystery Hands Shooty Guy. Shooty McShootyhands, maybe.

Caesar looked around before he roused his confusion.

"Has anyone seen Slick?"

"Tibularapier! I got the milk!" Slick's voice emanated from below deck right after people began asking where he was. A brief moment of silence passed. Then Slick made his entrance as he exploded through the deck of the ship, holding two bottles of milk and looking slightly singed. If anyone bothered looking through the hole he had just made they would notice the charred remains of a pig head and several broken bones from... something. Also several melted plates and utensils, but they had plenty more. Probably.

Slick landed on the deck gracefully, holding up the milk with a bright smile on his face and his flamethrower strapped to his back for some reason. He looked around and his smile turned into a look of confusion, why was everything broken? Slick looked at everyone else as if silently asking what was happening when he spotted the other ship right next to them. He gasped and dropped the milk, the bottles shattering as he brought his hands to his mouth with a look of... excitement? "Why didn't anyone tell me it's time for art?" Slick turned on his flamethrower and jumped off the side of the ship, flinging a whip of sticky oil towards the other crew's mast and using it as a grappling hook to pull himself the rest of the way. "WhAt ArT sHaLl I mAkE tOdAy CaPtAiN?" He called out to Boone as he helped out an injured Lilli. How long have they been fighting for! He could've made so much art by now!

---

Just like that, the crew was surrounded by clear skies and deep blue water. He smiled as he released his grip on the newly fixed crossbeam of the mast and sat up. He took a breath as he untied himself and look out over the sea surrounding them. The Grand Line. In just the short period of time he'd seen so many new things, in just the crew itself. And now, who knows what he might see or find. He took a second to stand up and took another deep breath. "WE MADE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!" Kite's excitement was very clear in the tone and sound of his shout. He couldn't help in voicing his happiness. This was something he'd dreamed of for ages. The only thing that could make this better was sailing the rest of the world on a ship of his own design. He walked to the center and placed his hand on the mast.

"Even if the best I get is being allowed to keep you running, I'll push you to travel the world." Kite had a dream. He wanted to fulfill it, but it wasn't his place to make such a decision anymore. It was Captain Boone's. And a portion of a dream for a family, that was something he was willing to trade. "And I'll get back to mom safe and sound." He concluded his miniature promise to himself before using the rope he's previously tied himself to the mast with to descend.

Once he reached the deck he was met by Bonesword as Boone set up what was essentially a lunch time meal with the crew they'd almost hit. "Aha, right, I guess I did kind of come out of nowhere." He chuckled at the comment about proving himself. "BUT! Since we're together now we should totally get to know each other more. Greahahahahahha! After all you can't be a family if you don't know each other." It didn't hurt that he thought everyone was cool as all fuck. "And don't worry. I'll handle the anchor," he said with a small smile as he turned and walked to anchor the ship as per the Captain's orders and Bonesword's request.

As soon as the anchor was in place and the ship was set still in place he turned and clapped his hands together. "Greahahaha! Time to eat! I am-" It was at this moment that Slick burst through the deck of the ship. Kite was dumbfounded. He didn't know how to react. That is, until it finally hit him. This was something else he had to fix. And even more than that, he had to inspect below deck for damage. Having survived Reverse Mountain didn't mean a thing if the ship sank while they ate. Even worse if it was literally the second they'd reached the Grand Line.

"C-captain..." Kite began in a dejected tone, barely speaking up loud enough to be heard. "I think I'll stay behind to make sure I clean up the mess... Slick..." he paused. Was anybody gonna stop him? This most certainly wasn't good. Even so, he began to get to work on his fixing of the ship. He had his pride as a shipwright if nothing else at this moment.

The other pirate captain observed the Red Rums with a bright smile as his own men made the necessary preparations for them to properly meet. Boone and Bonesword each offered up their own questions, which he waved off, if only temporarily. "We'll save the conversation for when we're all comfy and I'm playing a good host, eh? Omnomnomnom!" One by one the Red Rums were crossing over, or carried over in the case of Dirk and Lilliana. Dirk tried to jump across, but was caught by Caesar, while Lilliana simply didn't have the strength to move herself after the amazing stunt she had pulled. That's when Slick made his dramatic entrance, completely misreading the situation. The pirate captain cocked his head while Slick swung through the air on his oil, blinded and seeing only red. Nobody from the Red Rums had stepped up to stop the crazy cook from going off the deep end, so someone else had to take matters into their own hands.

"Nesting magpie!" Slick's tunnel vision, coupled with an excellent affinity for stealth, prevented him from properly seeing a series of knives and shuriken thrown from the shadows. Each one caught his clothing and pinned him down onto the deck of the ship, while a figure clad entirely in black, but wearing a traditional pirate hat, eyepatch, and fake beard over his black facemask, landed atop Slick's back with a heavy pound. Using his left hand, the figure forced Slick's head down, while a hidden blade shot out of his right sleeve. The man held it against Slick's temple. "Hostile subdued, cap'n."

"OMNOMNOMNOM! Such a spirited bunch you all are!" the captain laughed. "Let his mates handle him, eh Smith? Everyone, join me in the galley! I've prepared a feast the likes of which you've never tasted!" The captain waved everyone toward a cabin door leading deeper into his ship, while the one now known as "Smith" got up off of Slick. Feya pulled the ship chef up, clearing the knives and shuriken from his clothes and began lecturing him on the importance of paying attention to his surroundings, and the best way to do that was a proper diet for heightened senses and information processing and ohgodshewastalkingaboutthefoodpyramidagain.

Once inside the galley, the Red Rums were treated to the sight of a long table with multiple places set, enough to include everyone. At first glance it would appear that this captain had planned to bump into the others and invite them to lunch, but those who were especially observant would notice the places had been set only in the immediate present. What might have been stranger was that they had only empty bowls, spoons, and a large quantity of milk to go around. Were they... Were they supposed to be drinking milk from bowls, with spoons? Well regardless, one by one a number of the ship's own crew entered the galley with the Red Rums and took their seat. The first, of course, was the captain guiding them along and generally acting the good host.

"Welcome aboard the Guppy! Omnomnom! I'm the captain here. The name is Bartholomew K. Runch!"



"I'll get your lunch started, my lovely guests! Omnomnomnomnom!" The captain went around the table, milk jug in hand. At each bowl he produced a large quantity of cereal from his bare hand, before drowning it in milk. Each bowl seemed to be slightly different, whether it be texture, color, or something else. Once each bowl had been filled up, the captain took his seat at the head of the table. "Thanks to the power of the bori bori no mi, my body can produce any kind of cereal that I've ever personally eaten in my lifetime. Since I'm a cereal chef, it certainly suits me! Omnomnomnom! I've sized each of you up and gauged what kind of cereal you'd best enjoy. Please, dig in!"

Feya was cautious, bordering on the paranoid. Certainly this couldn't be part of a healthy lunchtime meal? However once she tried it she found it to not only be incredibly tasty, but also bursting with nutrition of vitamins! The same would go for each of the Red Rums to try their own bowls. Each one had been tailored to their exact tastes. This Runch guy had to be a master of his craft, to be able to size up their personal tastes after just a few seconds of looking them over!

"Let's not be rude to our guests. Everyone, introduce yourselves! Omnomnom!" Runch waved at each of his crew at the table. The first to speak up was the man who had earlier subdued Slick. A most peculiar man dressed entirely in black cloth, hiding every one of his physical features, yet he wore such a paper-thin disguise. Surely that eyepatch, hat, and beard wouldn't be fooling anybody, right? Well, there were plenty of idiots in the world...

"Smith Smithson Smithington. The third." He spoke quickly and efficiently. Though his eyes remained hidden (one of them twice over!) the Red Rums couldn't help but feel he was glaring at them all. He already had three empty bowls at his place. When did he have the time to eat all of that?!



"Hachirou," spoke the next, a tall, well built and muscular man with chiseled features. His long black hair looked more like a mane, and he wore only a simple open vest with his pants, opting to go not only shirtless, but also barefoot. A machete hung from his side. As he introduced himself the man was performing squats with weights on his shoulders. Feya immediately took notice.



"Heeeey now!" shouted a rather annoying man, clearly the most drunk in the room by a longshot. He was quite muscular, but more toned and slim than Hachirou, with a bit of a nerdy appearance with his short blue trimmed hair and bookish glasses. rather than milk, his cereal was filled with booze, yet he had another bottle of booze in his left hand. He swayed as he introduced himself, slurring not just his words, but his very movements. "Ish my tuuurn. Wutong *hic* Ken. M.D. Pleashooor to meet yoush." M.D.? Let's hope nobody was hurt bad enough to need medical attention on his watch...



And that seemed to be everyone present. So why was captain Runch, and the others, looking expectantly up above them? Those who followed the Krunch Krew's line of sight would inevitably see some sort of hammock situated across the ceiling. Swaying in the hammock was a small mammal, a honey badger. Now why a honey badger would have been swinging in a hammock was unusual enough, but this particular honey badger had to take its peculiarities to another level, for it wore a cowboy hat, had two revolvers strapped to his side, and was enjoying a bowl of the captain's cereal.

"Oh fine, y'all're just gonna keep starin' at me I might's well break the silence. Can' just let a badger eat in peace, canya? Joanne Schrodinger. Call me Jo or I'll pop a cap in your ass you'll never see comin'."

---

Caesar watched with interest as Slick was subdued before Feya got to him.

All in all it was... Interesting, with these other pirates. They seemed jovial enough, even if they were a little odd in some aspects.

But, well, looking at his own crew mates he couldn't deny that they weren't a little odd themselves. Okay, perhaps more than a little.

With these thoughts swirling around in his head, Caesar took his first bite and....

"Holy...." That was easily the greatest thing he had ever tasted. Even better than bones! "Can I get some of this to take?"

Looking up at the... Well, actually, Caesar didn't know what kind of animal that was. Was it a Mink? Like him?

"Jo, are you a Mink like me? I've never met another."

Okay, apparently Seizure was now in grabbed me and went to the ship. That wasn't Divine Purpose, but since the that were the Divine Purpose worked anyway, apparently? So it is cool.

Wow, did you actually want to jump into the ocean? You're an utter moron.

And you, Derek, are an utter. You. Yes, that is it. You utter, and not into the feeish.

Anyway, Slap was dead. Wait, no, he just has a knife at his temple. He's okay. Otherwise, Kaptain King Krunch, or LLL for short, pronounced "lll", wants to be very friendly with the people that are my friends. We were just about to head to dinner before we got bowls of cereal for dinner. No, they're bowls of milk. That's no fun. Wait, no, they're food from the fruit food bowl. Empty bowls. Amazing.

You can't eat nothing Dumbass!

Oh yeah?! I'll prove you that you can't do any food eating food nothing, Jamewithaniintheexactmiddle! Because Mon Kapitan Kool Ranch Doreoes just produced hand cereal. Oh. Ew. No. Why would that ever be the a good thing.

...it smelled really nice. And also tasted really nice. Like burgers. It's burger cereal. Oh no. Oh no it's better than Slick's cooking. How, though? Slick was the best chef in the entire planetverse. That's a lie. There was never any there the that when how could grgargsadgghhg

YOU ARE THE [redacted] EVIL NIGHTMARE MONSTROSITY BASTARD

'I-it's good...' Dirk says, crying slightly as he ate it. He distracted his mind from the disconcertion distraction disreprimand that word for things not being how they be are by being existing at each other Kool Whip Buddy that had the existence. There was Smithster Anderson, there was Eighter like that one robut probably, and there was a Waste of Space. Why? Because he was also drunk. But super drunk, more than any Red Rammer in the Red Ram ships ever happened. Dirk instantly hates him.

'I'm Dirk Messir,' he said to the DK Kroo, also called the Dingus Kereal Krew for long, 'and I have a cool idea. Which is that cereal to be tastes cereal.' He'd tasted cereal once, because it fell out of one of the.

Them. Sugureta.

Oh, yes, that guy. And after all that, even he manages to be a better person than you.

Anyway, that was good bowlfood, lucky it isn't mouthbowlfood, and tasted of many sweetness of some sort. Then a badger said hi too. Joanne, or probably Jolyne, Jolyne, Jolyne, JOLYYyyYYYYNE. It was, in fact, a walking talking hammocking badger, who Seashore chatted with. And she was short.

Bonesword was also short. But he wasn't a badger. He was a mushroom. Skeltal. Skeltal with mushroom hat. Short mushroom skelton. You could say he didn't take up mushroom.

Shut up Moron! You can't make jokes Dirk! Oh wait, no, that's your actual name. But it would still work as a- I mean You suck Maggot!

He's Wrong Though! You're The Coolest Guy! And I Liked Your Joke Very Much!

Yes. I am good at making matches. Slick was too, but he turned everything into matches. But that's a different story. Somehow, there were ways of people having the existing men. How indeed to do that all there then... yes. Perfect yes.

'Bonesword, who's the best friend in the land?' Dirk asked, but was eating food and managed to not drop it out of his droplet face. He had the plandea, and the Divine Purpose would tell him he could be that there besto mano. He'll get it. Oh yes I would.

Bonekid sat down at the table, only to find his face barely met up past the thing. A few vines rose slowly out of the seat of the chair as they lifted Bonekid up to sit properly at the table, acting as a sort of makeshift booster seat. The Shroomblade sat right beside him as he stared at the bowl in front of him, the spoon beside it intimidating him beyond belief. Ignoring the bowl presented to him immediately, Bonekid looked around the room at everyone in it.

There was the pirate ninja, who looked incredibly dope and super cool. Bonekid could learn a thing or two from him in regards to stealth, it seemed like.

There was the muscular and hairy man who had caught Feya's attention. Was he a fruit user? His appearance bore striking resemblance to what was described as that one fruit he read about in his encyclopedia. "Model - Lion" was all he could remember.

There was the drunken doctor. He reminded Bonekid of Boone, unsurprisingly, but it was more like a cross between Boone and Mom put together.

There was the badger, which caused Dirk's eyes to twitch. She seemed really frickin' badass for a badger, and Bonekid wanted to learn about her. Heck, maybe she was a fruit user too.

Then there was K. Runch, the captain of the crew and user of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi. Bonekid had his encyclopedia nearby so he could draw the captain and chronicle the details of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi for after he handled the task ahead of him.

Shooting a look at Dirk, Bonekid responded to his question first. "Y-you I guess...?" Honestly that was a white lie. Bonekid's truest friend was the Shroomblade, but there was one person who came before it, that being his Mom. She was a bit sleepy right now, but he wasn't afraid. She'd be back up and happy again in no-time flat!

Now for the real problem. Bonekid took a bit of the cereal in his spoon as he put it into his gullet, the cereal obviously trickling out of his jaw and into his shirt along with the milk from the spoon. It... tasted like nothing. Of course it would. Bonekid couldn't eat anything and taste it with how his body worked. Still, he didn't want to upset the captain. "I-I'm sorry Captain Runch, but I'm not hungry. It tastes great, but I'm just... not hungry." Honestly it probably did taste better than Slick's cooking. Everything he made was just so... greasy. Bonekid always took milk, though, so it made Slick hap-

Wait what the what.

Is that TASTE?

Bonekid sat there in the seat for a good minute after he said he couldn't taste the cereal, realizing that he finally could taste it. It was horribly delayed, but it actually made him feel the sensation of taste. It was a long time since he lost it, but now that it was there, it was... really freaky. In a good way.

Still, he couldn't force himself to eat it despite it being amazing since he could actually taste it. He wasn't even sure if it was good.

As Slick completely misread the situation, Boone could only grit his teeth in annoyance. His own crew attacking their hosts was not a good sign of friendship. Boone yelled out to Slick, "Wait, Slick! Its not what yo-" Just then, a shadowy figure pinned him to the ground in a flash! Boone stood mouth agape, Lilliana in arms. He shook his head and continued forward, "Just a misunderstanding sir, dont kill him, he just...likes to burn things."

Cedric set Lilli down at a spot at the table and sat next to her. Their hosts were quite eccentric to put it mildly. Then again, the Red Rums weren't exactly normal either considering one of them straight up assaulted their hosts without warning.

In Boone's bowl laid large red pellets. Once the milk was poured the white liquid became almost blood red. Cedric eyed it cautiously and then chuckled, "I suppose if you wanted to turn us in you would have beaten us already, Bawhahahaha!" Boone took a large bite with his spoon and tasted an intoxicating cereal. One the likes of which he had never experienced before. Alcoholic cereal. It was a very high percentage of alcohol.

Within a few short moments Cedric was slurping up the final remains of the red milk. "Ahhh..that was delicious. *hic* You have got to get me the recipe!"

Slick was taken by surprise when an invisible blur pinned him to the ground, he was completely unseeable to Slick's trained artistic eye. "I'lL mAkE yOu InTo ArT iNvIsIbLe MaN!" He cried out as he felt a very sharp something poke into his forehead. The situation soon deescalated as Feya pulled Slick up and began yelling about the food pyramid or something, but apparently from what the limited grasp on reality he had told him, these people were not art. Not yet anyways, there's always five minutes from now.

Soon enough people were seated at the table, or in Slick's case he was sitting on the table. Slick's bowl was quickly filled and then emptied even faster than Smith had managed to finish his food. "TASTES LIKE ART!" He exclaimed with joy as his bowl was refilled and emptied just as fast. What that meant only Slick knew, but it was probably something that would give anyone else horrible crippling nightmares. Anyone looking at Slick would see him looking at Smith, but closer observation would let them realize he was actually just looking in his general direction of Smith as he searched for the invisible ninja. "-where is he, where's the invisible canvas, the art can't be made if the artist can't find the canvas-" He mumbled under his breath, ignoring everyone else in his search for the clearly visible and poorly disguised ninja.

"Omnomnomnom!" Captain Runch gave a hearty laugh, addressing Bonesword. "No need to keep eating, little skeleton kid. The smile it gave you is more than enough for me." He repaid the gesture with his own large grin. Suddenly his mouth fell open and his eyes enlarged in an exaggerated manner, like sauceplates. "SKELETON KID?!" The realization had just suddenly hit him. This was not a normal thing!

"You just realized, cap'n?" Smith chuckled, shaking his head. Every bit of the ninja's laughter was at his captain's expense.

"Waits a minish-hic!" Ken swayed a bit in his seat, right hand miraculously keeping a spoonful of cereal perfectly balanced, left hand applying a gourd full of an alcohol so pungent it would peel the paint off metal into his mouth. Once he downed another drink he continued. "Wesh has a bunsh a shkele-hic!-tonsh. Weesh all gotsh one-hic!" His comment went completely ignored by the rest of his crew.

The next to speak was Trickshot Jo', answering Caesar's question. "Please, honky-ass bitch think we cou'be related an' shit. Whatever the hell a mink is, I don' care. Bitch please. I'm a hun-ed percen' honey badger, bish."

"Omnomnomnom! I had a feeling we'd all get along so well, the very moment I laid my eyes on everyone!" the captain loudly and boisterously exclaimed. He was punctuated by another hiccup from their doctor, while the navigator, Hachirou, gave a subtle look of bewilderment before returning to eating whilst performing his squats. Smith had another four bowls in this time yet nobody had actually seen him eat anything. How did that even work? He was wearing a full face mask! And a fake beard! How?!

"I'd be happy to share my recipes and give you extra to take with you! Omnomnom! Oh, but I shouldn't forget myself! Your shipwright is a stalwart man, staying behind to make those repairs! I should present him with a meal, if you would excuse me." The captain stood to take his leave, making sure to grab the milk and a bowl on his way out. Thus everyone was left to their own devices aboard the Guppy. Meanwhile, Kite received an unexpected visitor. Runch showed up, produced the bowl, filled it with a cereal specifically chosen for the shipwright, and left it for the man to consume.

Aww, He Really Does Like You! I Knew It All Along!

I too also did know that, Big Guy. Thenk. But, he lied, for his true friend is the furfriend in the fur blanket up on the fur roof. Only that is the real best friend. But it's okay, Dirk can be the second best friend when they are the best friends togewther with each other and do nice friend times with their friends.

You're making excuses to shore up your own pathetic lack of social skills. You're a waste of space.

Shut up, Derek, he's just mad that he can't make his own friends because he's a voice in your head. We can have real times. First, drank the cereal and milk and cereal. It's the thirst quencierest. Wait, not. No. Okay but there's more time to do now!

'Okay but Bonesword,' Dirk says, standing and going around the table to the skellington. 'You need to not lie at me please. I know the truth.' And the truth is the truth Boneswords already knows, so he doesn't need to be told that it is a real deal of a deal real now, does he? He knows, so times for the next phase step, as the Divine Purpose decreed. He grabs him at the spine, then lifts his tiny child skeleton weight, which is simple for a person as STRONG as Dirk is, and then he is thrown body into the badger's hammock, and I said 'KISS' as I tossed him. Yes, this is cool and good. They'll be the best allies. Like the Divine Father and the Divine Mother.

Like them.

...yes, that is when it happened. The BEST FRIEND.

Bonekid felt his body get picked up by Dirk (who possessed rather surprising strength) as the ex-slave threw the child up into the hammock with the badger inside it. Bonekid fumbled around before he landed in the hammock, staring directly at Jo with his blank expression. "Eheh... sorry, Miss Jo. I'll just be... leaving now." Bonekid stared at Dirk before he climbed carefully out of the hammock, landing on the ground with a thud before he looks at Dirk with quite a scowl. He'd be sternly talking to the thief after this was all over. That's no way to treat your superior, especially one that's a child!

Bonekid walked back to his seat, complete with the vines on it being torn and his sword being missing.

Wait...

"U-u-um... Captain B-Boone? Where's my sword...?"

---

Kite groaned as he neared the finish line of his marathon. He'd had to clean up the mess Slick had made and then go on to better reinforce the ship. They were in the Grand Line now. This was so excited. But what wasn't exciting? WORKING WHILE THE OTHERS HUNG OUT AND ATE.

"Still, I can't wait." He grinned to himself as he hammered down planks of wood. By the time the crew got back to the ship it's be in tip top shop. Then he saw Captain Runch. He'd brought him food. "OH! Thank you sir." He said as he hopped up. Even the bowl of cereal was more than greatly appreciated. He took a bite.

"WOAH!" It was the most amazing bowl of cereal he'd ever eaten. "Thank you sir!" He grinned. He wanted to ask more. To talk more. So much more. "I hope we'll meet again." Runch's power was amazing and from the glimpses Kite got, so was the cereal man's crew. And like that, Runch was gone again. Kite enjoyed the rest of his bowl and placed it on the ground. He had to get back to work. And now that he'd eaten and had time to sit, he was more prepared to finish it up. "Then, I've gotta start getting to know the crew." he spoke to himself as lifted the bottom of his shirt and used it to wipe some of the sweat from his brow. He'd been working for a bit before Runch came. He was nothing if not a hardworker.

Boone nodded as Runch made his way to give Kite a much needed cereal snack! Meanwhile Dirk threw their first mate into a hammock with the resident sassy badger. Cedric blinked slowly. Too tired after their ordeal and not wanting to put up with any more of his crew's shenanigans. In response to Bonekid he replied, "How should I know? Check Slick's room.."

Then he reached for his flask for a needed swig of rum, but it only had a few drops left! "Oh, no no no no no..this won't do at all! Then he glanced at the drunk doctor and found his favorite member of Runch's crew on the spot. Boone got up and made his way toward the doctor, "Afternoon Sir! Mind if I share a drink or two or three with you?" If the doc was agreeable to Boone then he would have a grand old time drinking away the rest of the day.

"Oh what the-oh Heeeeeel naw!" Trickshot Jo wasn't having any of that. As Bonesword flew up at her, she swung her hammock back so that the skelekid would miss. Only his back leg could brush against the hammock, catching it slightly and tearing a small hole in it. The badger drew a gun on Dirk with a mighty glare. "Punk ass bitch better keep to yoself, ya dig?" Then she noticed Caesar staring oddly at her and switched to pointing the pistol at him. "And wut you starin' at, honky?! Eh. Bitches ain't worth it." The badger holstered her firearm again, and continued eating in peace. She failed to notice her tail sticking out the bottom of the hammock where a hole had been made.

While Bonesword approached his captain and asked where his precious sword might have gone, Boone hadn't a clue... But he wouldn't remain ignorant for long. As soon as he approached the Krunch Krew's doctor to proposition for some drinks, he laid eyes on the Shroomblade... Being used as a toothpick by the drunkard! "Shure-hic-Ish lovesh to!" The drunken doctor unhooked some sort of gourd from his belt and set it on the table within Boone's reach, then popped the cork off. Immediately the smell of a very intense and pure alcohol wafted across the room.

Meanwhile out on deck, Runch was returning from delivering food to Kite. He flung the door open with enthusiasm, shooting multi-colored pellets from his fingertips like a shower of confetti! "OMNOMNOM! This has been a very joyous meeting! I've made a captain's decision! So long as my fellow captain agrees with it, of course. Why don't we sail ahead together, and throw a party? A celebration of new friendships, and of reaching the Grand Line! OMNOMNOMNOMNOM!" He turned to look at his own crew, who each gave their own form of approval, from Ken's drunken thumbs up, to Smith dancing a little jig, to Hachirou's stoic nod, and even to Jo's complete shrug of feigned apathy. Runch let out a big holler of celebration, and Hachirou stood up, politely delivering his dishware to a nearby sink, before addressing the crew.

"I will prepare to sail, but we do not know where we are going, cap'n. You all insisted that we would 'figure it out once we get there.'"

Runch, blushing with embarrassment, scratched his head. "Omnom... Oh yeah... Uh... Well we can still figure it out! You can work your navigator magic, Mister Hachirou, I believe in you! OMNOMNOMNOM!"

'I'll keep to MY own self,' I declare, 'when YOUR self has self indulge selves. And then there'll people get will bitten. I tried to help,' he said slowly. Some people just won't get any smart ideas.

Like you. You lack smart ideas.

That's right Stupid! You're a moron Retard! Nobody likes you Dumbass!

'Hneeeeeeeeeh.' That was partly due to sadness, also but also but partly there was also a powersmell. Like drinking, but less good. Blarg. No, bad alcohol. No, he should. Yes, that's a good idea. Divine Purpose Agrees, so that does that.

'I need the drank,' Dirk muttered, stepping to Drunksword and... wait, no, he wasn't Swordsword, he was some drunk guy with Swordsword's sword. Okay. Anyway he is the source of the powerhol, and that Dirk doesn't want his captain to be too drunk, otherwise how could the drunk sailor be that the man who commands a ship? I can't sail when I'm drunk, and he'll die if he fell off the boat. So basically, he wanted the holohol, and he had to dispose of the. It had to goat. The seas fish can eat it and not die.

Excellent Plan Dirk! This Is Going To Go Wonderfully!

In response to Runch, Boone replied emphatically, "Absolutely my new friend! I will definitely drink to that! Bawhahahah-" his laugh was cut short by the ever misunderstood Dirk who had taken it upon himself to help the captain remain sober through their voyage. So thoughtful.

However, Captain Cedric did not see it that way, "DIRK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING SPOILING GOOD ALCOHOL?!!!" Boone attempted to prevent Dirk from disposing of the precious liquid. For all he knew it was the last left on either of their ships. He almost didn't hear Runch ask about journeying together.

That is when Ceasar spoke up and Boone added, "Good idea Ceasar. It would be good to travel together for many reasons, including that I happen to have a log pose." He said as he revealed the rare compass to Runch and his crew, forgetting about the drink for a moment.

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Caesar cocked his head at the furry Jo and her strange words. He felt like they were meant to be insulting but.... How could that be insulting if it was gibberish?

"No, I am Caesar." It was a statement of fact, the concern for her mental health rolling through his awkward chuckle moments later before he stifled it with a cough.

Dirk was.... Being interesting at the least. Though stealing booze from two drunks.... That seemed asking for trouble, really.

"Eh. I'm not against traveling with you lot. Might be useful. You got one of them fancy posing logs? Cap says you can't travel with a normal arrow pointer. He got one, sure he wouldn't mind us going in front. Eh, such a mess. All kinda weird up here. Over here? Eh," Caesar replied to Runch lazily, leaning back in his chair as he picked at his teeth.