A dim light shone through my lidded eyes as I awoke, my limbs felt truly dead, and my body seemed riddled bruises, from the earlier fight with the captain.

I groaned as I slowly stretched my hand towards the ceiling all the while wondering where I was and where the captain was (he wasn't getting away that easy), I felt a s.h.i.+ver travel through my spine as I remembered the fight I just survived through - it was a terrible ordeal - and I was happy it was over.

'I hope I pa.s.sed the captain's test - welp if he failed me, I'll just have to use my [Supreme move: Beg] no one has survived that before.' I thought as I slowly rose from the recently identified hay bed. As I got to my feet, I felt a sudden urge to cry, looking at the state of my clothes - they looked like victims of a buster call - as I put them on.

"Captain! Where are you?" I called out as I took in my surroundings. It seemed to be in what looked like an inn - it had a wooden table to one side and a spider web encrusted wardrobe to the other along with an old-ish window that occupied a small part of the otherwise empty wall.

"Captain.. don't abandon your crew mate; you know the saying crewmate for a day Partner for life!" I continued as a pleading tone crept into my voice and my power of shamelessness overtook my otherwise upstanding *cough* demeanor.

"Don't get your pants in a twist, I'm right here" a voice replied as the captain entered the room. His usually pony-tied hair had now been left free and his jacket lay draped over his shoulder. His blue eyes seemed to regard me weirdly (I'm not food! wait…..speaking of which captain treat me for ruining my clothes!!) He now donned a sea blue yukata that he had quite obviously stolen. (My captain is very stingy - not even treating his crewmates to food…) His face housed a satisfied expression. (Quite like how one would look after s.e.x, though I am sure he'll never ever have s.e.x, he's too stingy.)

He motioned to the side of the bed as he walked into the room, his stolen slippers making crunching noises on the stone ground of the inn as he sat on the chair next to the bed I had recently occupied.

" So what are you going to do?" he said putting away his satisfied smile, instead adopting a serious expression. "I'll just consider all the money I spent to be because of my ill fate, so tell me where do I drop you off?" he continued.

I felt a sinking feeling arose in my gut as I looked at him shakily, "Captain, brother captain, grandpa captain, don't abandon me!!" I wailed as I walked toward him. I reached out to him, discreetly rubbing my nose off on the sleeve of his yukata.

He looked at me seriously, glaring down at me judgmentally (though both of us were around the same height it often felt like he was looking down at me) before breaking down into a fit of giggles. He slowly got up all the while chuckling, an unhealthy stream of cuss words seemed to blossom in my brain as I prepared to launch them toward the unfortunate soul that had the misfortune of offending a man who had literally live on the seas.

'The d.a.m.n motherf.u.c.ker had tricked me!'

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{Lore}

I felt like I was dying, (no this is not a suicide note wait till the end) I felt my stomach begin to capsize as I rolled on the floor, the brat was shameless, I knew that but I never expected for it to be this hilarious!

'Grandpa lore?' I mean who does that, even a NEET from Earth did not posses such levels of face-thickness. I reckoned that people would use this fatty's face for city walls when he died, it would save them from loads of invaders!

"hahahhahahahahahahahahhahah-" my laughter was abruptly cut short by the fatty, who had by now found himself in an unchangeable trajectory towards me.

"Umph!" I echoed as a mountain of flesh found in me it's unfortunate landing site, and a feeling quite akin to the feeling I once felt in water brought itself jarringly back to me.

"Okay, enough jokes" I began trying in vain to get the blus.h.i.+ng fat pig off of me, all the while beckoning helplessly in my head for a change of topic before finally settling down to 'exploring the entire of Minnon'. to which I enthusiastically convinced the fatty to go with.

The streets of Minnon were uncharacteristically filled, quite a number of people walked around hurriedly all seeming to have some form of aim in their endeavor. The men walked around in grey-ish clothes with smiles on their faces - as expected of morning people, all feeling perversely joyful in the morning.

The Markets were rich with hawkers all attempting to swindl*Ahem* convin- okay I got nothing, 'a bunch of swindlers the lot of them', I grumbled as I made my way through them. On occasions, I had felt pinches near my belt- some poor sod had tried to steal my purse, it was filled with crabs, serves them right, Humph!

The fatty trailed behind me, his face askance with a merry glow as he looked eagerly at all the stalls. "Never seen a market before?" I asked as I looked at Fatty with one eye, closing the other (I was trying out new looks) "Oh since me and my mother lived on her overseas s.h.i.+p, I never actually visited a town before, he said with an innocent look on his face.

'Best jewelry!!'

'Ripe fruits!'

We were a.s.saulted by a plethora of vocal advertis.e.m.e.nts as we made our way through the markets, the fatty trailed behind me, all the while wearing a satisfied look on his face, he was happy, happy for the first time in months...…