Mashyuu sat on the edge of the Skycleaver's helm, glancing at the passerby's he waved to a few people that had recognized him but seemed to be a bit off his game. Harley was out at her clinic making sure things were going well and would be fine once she was gone, Sky was trying to enjoy her day, the rest of the Phantom Raiders were out and about doing whatever it was that they did leaving Mashyuu alone for the day. The isolation had gotten to him early in the morning, causing him to dwell on the fact that the crew weren't fast enough to catch up to Yuurei before he was taken away and the marine ship was out of sight. They all knew where he was headed but had no idea how to get there. Let alone how to get there safely. The Captain worried for his sword wielding friend, Yuurei had a tendency to attack first and ask questions later. Usually the duo paired well for that reason alone but with Yuurei being gone Mashyuu was terrified that the swordsman would get killed.
The winged man pushed off the helm of the ship and landed on the docks. His hands pushed inside his black slacks and his shoulders covered by his black suit jacket rolled and fell into a relaxed, almost slumped state. Even in his depression the Captain couldn't seem to let himself look less than professional. His long steps carried him quickly as he started to walk absently, simply letting his body take him wherever it needed to be. He wasn't sure when it happened, since he was lost in his own thoughts, thinking about how soon they would need to leave, what exactly was needed still and how they would leave a message for Dai and Giddeon who were still in Skypiea, but he arrived at Gunther's Smithy and Weapon shop. A knowing smirk crossed the winged man's face, Smithing was something that had always put Mashyuu's mind and heart at ease and Gunther was always willing to teach Mashyuu a new lesson and let the Pirate help with orders that needed to be made.
Mashyuu casually stepped into the shop, his hands worked at unbuttoning the four red buttons on his suit so he could remove the jacket he wore. Gunther, the slightly balding, near seven foot tall giant of a man wearing a brown leather apron smiled wide at Mashyuu and offered the young man a half wave as a way of greeting. "Mashyuu Ishi! How's my favorite Smith on Jaya doing today?!" He asked while leaning over his counter and fixing the younger man with a welcoming smile. Mashyuu shrugged and let loose a soft sigh. "Well to be honest, not great. But I came here to thank you, and tell you that I'm leaving Jaya soon." Mashyuu admitted while walking around the clean shop, looking at all the gear chained and mounted to the wall. "Mmm... yes I figured as much since your friend got captured. Going to save him aren't you? Well I'd caution you to not go half cocked. Make sure you're ready when you go or you and the others you hold so dear are just going to end up getting captured along side him." Gunther advised. Mashyuu simply nodded his head, understanding the situation and advice, almost ashamed to look Gunther in the eye after the man had called Mashyuu out on what he was considering to do.