"Wut, where am I ?" Sorren called out, pressing his hands down onto the hard wooden floor where he had fallen spread-eagled.

Fawkes stood over him with a disapproving glance before immediately looking to his left to pester Lorean. "You could have held back a little bit couldn't you? He doesn't even know more than the very basics of Haki! Besides, what the h.e.l.l was that move even? Even with my shallow understanding that could have shattered a few bones, let alone crus.h.i.+ng a few muscles! Who uses lethal moves like that in a friendly spar?"

With a shake of his head and a moan of pain Sorren sat up, rubbing his tremoring head. "Fawkes, what even happened? I just remembered sparing with the captain. I had just landed a kick and was attempting another before he grabbed my ankle…What happened after that?"

"Esh, that wasn't anything anyone should ever have to witness again. That fragility…" a flabbergasted Scipio walked over to him handing over a wet towel while shaking his head in surprise.

"Eh, Scipio, what happened?" Sorren asked, redirecting the target of his questions when he noticed an obvious lack of answer from the first mate who stood to the corner berating the sufficiently guilty looking captain.

"Well, after you threw that kick at the captain, he grabbed your ankle and pulled you off the ground, rotating you around his body once before dropping you on your back on the ground.." he said sounding confused.

"It isn't just that brat. What I did was give you a tiny tug first before getting you into that absurd speed range. What that did was that it rattled your brain enough that you went into a bout of unconsciousness, or rather a state of semi consciousness. Then all I did was get your body into a position such that when I deposited you onto the ground you landed partly on your spine that pushed you into full unconsciousness.

It was good too. The small movement in the beginning made it so that you never felt the pain of all your muscles stretching abruptly!" The captain called out cheerfully as the first mate of the s.h.i.+p face palmed.

"Ugh, my head…." Sorren groaned loudly as he slowly got to his feet. Unfortunately it seemed that it was not the right time for him to do so, seeing as his feet immediately gave way. With a small heave his falling form deposited itself firmly on Lorean's shoulders.

"Oi Fawkes! Chew me out later. Imma go drop this sack into the barracks!" and with that the carefree captain sauntered into the bowels of the s.h.i.+p.

"Big bro Sorren is going to be fine right?" The anxious cabin boy called out. "He will be… He just needs to sleep off the effects. Even the boneheaded captain knows at least that level of moderation…" Fawkes replied as he ran his fingers on his stubbed chin ponderingly.

"It's you that you need to worry about.. With Sorren on a visit to dream land I wonder who's going to take over your training.." and with those ominous words the form of the first mate walked back towards the kitchen.

During the entire process however, Terrick and Angella stood shocked to the side. Terrick with his jaw dropped compared the almost comatose figure of Sorren with the figure of the monster that had almost single handedly taken down an entire collations of families back on Rubeck. Angella stood to the side, her wide eyes the only sign of her surprise. But in those eyes lay a peculiar gleam that regarded the place where Sorren had fallen.

Slowly a grim light arose in her eyes lasting only a second before disappearing entirely…

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As Fawkes clunked down the wooden stairs he met the returning figure of the captain, who had now lost all his cheer and held a face of acute seriousness.

"Any fish biting?" Fawkes asked.

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"Nope, just some worrying news. A lot of Marine activity has occurred in these waters.. Much more than the usual, and I am beginning to worry." Was the only reply that he got.

"And the crew?" a dull nod was all the answered his unspoken question.

"Tell Sorren to prepare for the worst. I don't want to have to meet a Marine Vice Admiral as soon as we land. Tell Sorren to rest up his expertise may be needed if the situation hits the worst levels..."

"aye aye.."

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As a thoroughly cowed cabin boy looked up at the noon sun, he could not help but sigh in contemplation. As he remembered the fight that had just taken place he could not help but clench his fist.

Even as a held back spar where the partic.i.p.ants never went all out, the sheer power of the fight had gotten him to question what he was doing on the s.h.i.+p. The captain was frightening power house, and his self defense teacher could be called out in the same name. And yet here he was, a week and stupid excuse for a janitor on a s.h.i.+p full of monsters.

"What are you sighing about brat?" a voice called out from behind him. With a swift turn around, he could not help but retreat slightly at the sign of the smiling captain.

"I was.. just thinking about my practice for today.." he called out weakly as he attempted to straighten up his back.

"Well no more worries boy, I'll be filling in for Sorren today!" he informed him cheerfully.

With a sinking feeling, Scipio could not help but gulp audibly. "It isn't going to be too intense of a workout" Lorean a.s.sured him quickly. "Just a little swimming!"

'what?' was Scipio's smart response as he attempted to fathom when he was supposed to indulge in his captain's 'training' regime. 'I mean surely the captain isn't going to force me to swim now right?'

With a hum in his tone Lorean took advantage of the dazed form of his cabin boy to swiftly tie a harness around the waist of the boy before immediately pus.h.i.+ng him off board.

"Well happy swimming then!"