Bazil looked down at his bandaged and broken right hand, a sling held the arm up to prevent unnecessary movement. The pirate sat on the edge of the Skuttlebutt, lost in his own thoughts. His mind raced through all the events that had transpired on Sandy Island. From gaining his cursed powers to killing the king, even the miniscule events like the Great Desert Race he was supposed to participate in. But nothing stood out more than Cactus Island. Bazil couldn’t help but feel overshadowed by Soju and Diana, both slipped through his grasp and it would be a long time before he would come across either of them again.

“Come join us, young lord! Bwhahahaha!” The Samurai would shout as he slapped Bazil in his back, causing him to almost fall off the ship, only regaining his balance at the last minute. As he turned back, the pirate was greeted by Yasuke’s smiling face and a few members of the Bandit King’s crew enjoying a meal the cook had just prepared. Though something was different with the Red Devil, absent was his normal foul mouthed and over the top reaction, instead he just shook his head and wandered off. Stopping by the kitchen he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and walked off the boat and onto the main platform of the air ship. As he strolled through the ship, pounding the alcohol that swished around the bottle, the pirate received the normal dirty look from Jackal’s crew. Most of them holding some sort of grudge against the pirate for the atrocities he committed on Sandy. As the pirate took the stairs to the upper deck, he’d notice Jackal and his navigator, Sinbad. One of the few in the Bandit Kings crew who had the balls to say how felt about Bazil to the demon’s face, in a way, the kingslayer admired this trait about him. Approaching the pair from behind, he heard Sinbad’s comment about ditching him as soon as they landed. “*Hic*… Yo- you don’t gotta worry bout that blondie..” Bazil slurred as took another swig from the bottle, “Ive got my own..*hic*.. plans on Baltigo, first I gotta get my ship fixed, you know.. the one you got on to escaaaape!” He finished letting out a loud belch at the end of his sentence, his breath reeking of liquor. Bazil’s eyes now looked at Jackal and his gave a devilish smile before wandering off to the other side of the deck to finish his bottle and pass out.

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Gil sat in a quiet corner of the airship, looking out over the sea. Peace and quiet for once, all he could hear was the hum of the dials that powered them through the sky. His gaze flowing over the waves, his attention lost in thought.

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He had come a long way. He would say that he was a long way from home, but he didn't have one anymore. To Baltigo they were going. He had already chatted to Jackal about what they could expect there. It sounded like a place that could be keeping the secret of the miracle cure. But who could know for sure. His hand brushed over the briefcase that he had recieved from the revolutionary. He hadn't looked in it yet. Part of him wanted to throw it out the window. It was something tangible that added to the mystery. It was as if looking inside would set his path in stone.

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It felt so strange to be far above the sea. He would feel more comfortable in the water or at least on it. He wondered what was happening in the deep water trench below Fishman Island, the place where the Kappa conclave resided. Where his estranged brothers doing well? He wondered what they thought of him now, if they still held that bitterness toward him. What would they think of his recent choices?

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Alright, that was enough wallowing in his own mind. He should be getting back to the men. Bazil had a damaged arm that he had been putting off treating for no particular reason. Gil exited his private room and picked up his bag full of tricks. Finding Bazil's group wasn't too difficult, all you had to do was have one working ear. Gil would enter their space and set his things down. "Let's have a look at that arm of yours."

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