138 Unexpected visitor (1/2)

Terrick groaned as he sat on deck, a small bottle in his mouth as alcohol trickled into his open maw.

He snorted in annoyance as a drop of water splattered on his head. They had found the cove that the captain had spoken off, and with a lot of patience and luck had managed to anchor the ship in a relatively shallow portion of the cove.

Now all they had to do was wait for the captain to come over and relieve them.

”Ugh..” He snorted again as he heard the faint whisper of his compatriots snores from the other side of the deck. The young boy had exerted himself a bit too much, and had ended up quite drained. As a doctor he had taken his own recovery extremely seriously. He would perform a set of exercises every day, pushing himself and maintaining his body's overall fitness.

Slowly Terrick got to his feet, a smile unwittingly finding its way onto his face as he felt the calm and cool breeze rustle his hair. As he locked at the cloudless sky he could not help but reminisce.

On this crew he had discovered himself, made more friends that were no longer restricted to a four cornered jail cell and even gotten his own protégé. (However hard the captain would fight for the boy, since it was him that brought little Scipio onto the crew it was he that should get the credit he argued)

With a switch of his fingers he brought out a barely sharp dagger from within his coat, its surface gleaming with an unearthly tinge as it seemingly gobbled up the light from its surroundings.

A line of cracks ran across its sides as chips of metal could be seen conspicuously absent from its structure.

With practiced ease he brought out a mini sharpening stone, resting it against the railing he slowly began to grind across it, and though the sound it emitted was quite shrill he could still hear the unmistakable sound of the blade cheering as its dull surface met the gritted stone.

He would do this often, for this blade was a relic that he had obtained purely by chance from his late father's draw. Grinding it helped him remember a more peaceful time, and let him become truly at peace with himself. It was almost a ritual at this point.

Unfortunately however, this ritual would be interrupted this night by a blaze of light along the horizon that zoomed speedily towards the rightmost corner of the island.

A shooting star of sorts that blazed through the air.

In seconds Terrick was once more at full attention, and though his better judgment warned him against it he slowly pocketed his knife anyway. He was the least likely of the crew to get caught under any circumstances, and so was fully in charge of scouting new and unexplored situations.

Especially under the cover of night, even the captain and Fawkes with their advanced levels of Observation Haki would find it difficult to find him.

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Borsolino moaned loudly as he slowly got to his feet, leaves colored his hair as his shirt wilted in the mud.

He had zoomed through a whole swathe of trees before ramming rather painfully into the ground, his elemental transformation coming apart at the sudden stillness that was associated with falling at a rather unbreakable floor.