125 The storm begins. (1/2)

Fawkes hummed as he padded along, at some point along his shopping spree he had come across a groaning Barts, in the process of being fleeced by a market seller. She had had her hands on her chin as she lapped up the exorbitant price that the man threw out. If it wasn't for Fawkes, it wouldn't be surprising if she never made it past the first vendor having exhausted all her stipend on a few meager fruits.

Now she followed him, pointing silently at the fruits that she thought would help make the wondrous alcohol. Then Fawkes would handle the negotiations. By this point, stars could be seen gleaming in her eyes as she looked at the crew's first mate, quoting prices that the sellers visibly balked at, before they sadly conceded.

A small fruit basket sat in her hands, a collection of assorted ingredients. She could already imagine the taste that the collection would provide her, for she used her fruit to simulate their amalgamation.

She had obtained the Scent Scent fruit. A devil fruit that allowed one to control, exude and create different typed of scents. Of course one of the major drawbacks had to be that the she had to have smelled the scents that she wished to create at least once.

Her mouth watered as the serene concoction dripped down her nose, so heavy it was that it gave her tongue a phantom taste.

Fawkes looked back at her, before going back to his chores. He too had a basket in his hands as he bartered the various shop keepers for their product. At times he would run his hands over the different articles of food on display, testing the firmness of the tomatoes and the supplely of the different meats.

”Hey Fawkes, what else do you need?” the silent Barts asked, at this point slightly confident in her own ability to negotiate.

He looked at her pensively before pulling out a crudely made list from his pant pockets. The paper was crumpled, with a whole stream of scrawled down words, scribbled with his barely legible handwriting.

”Here's the list, the last three are the only ones left. You can go buy them, but you can pay only less than this amount.” and with that he handed her both the list and the bundle of cash that he had hastily grabbed from his breast pocket.

With that she was off, visiting the nearer stalls first, and when they denied her the price that she quoted she moved on.

'Eh, I don't think anyone can scam her for those products. Besides the quality of the stuff doesn't have to be too good..' At this point Fawkes quite felt like his father, when he had first taken him to shop.

And thus he renewed his shopping, with a smile on his face as he mentally recited the products that he would need.

After what felt like a major portion of the morning the duo were done. The bags they held bulged outward, with a trail of fabric spilling from their sides.

”- Ka-lick, Terrick here.” the voice answered. A barely concealed hint of apprehension at the sudden call that he had received.