Baioretto had come back from handling his business with the Caprice Pirates and had a new perspective on things. Not only did he know the Caprice Pirates would eventually want to talk to him about taking credit for what he did but the young pirate had to deal with it himself. It wasn't the cleanest of jobs for him to do and the blood of an unspecified island was on his hands. Upon walking in the bar everyone grew silent, they knew what Baioretto had done and their feelings about him had changed, he was always revered but now the perception around him had grown, it was almost as if he evolved to them. "Aye, if you look at me any longer you gotta kiss me." spoke Baioretto to the masses which caused them to bust out in laughter. "Let's drink three rounds on me." spoke Baioretto before he walked over to a table with his men and started to drink their brew. The fun the bar was having wasn't a product of Baioretto's wealth but Baioretto's influence over the pirate culture for such a young man he had a fair amount of influence because of his actions.

Cyrus once again found himself at a bar top in some dingy, run down pub. Recently he had passed a News Coo bird and on a rare occasion, had not only enough drinking money, but some spare change for a paper. Taking the paper into the bar, he sat down and ordered his usual rum, neat before opening up the pages of the paper and skimming through it. Engrossed in his reading, Cyrus didn't even notice Baioretto and his people enter the bar. He was too transfixed on the reportings of the executions and this business about the sea train bombings to really notice when the rest of the bar fell silent and Baioretto made his announcement about kissing him or some such. He sighed heavily with relief as he noticed no mention of his involvement in the Sea Train terrorist attack. At least he was safe from any prying eyes for now.

Still, he found himself amused by not only the mention of his new friend Calico, but the man's hilarious wanted poster. 114,000,000 was nothing to laugh at though, clearly Calico was more dangerous than he let on. Placing the paper down on the bar top, he looked to his right as Baioretto and his crew made their way over beside him. The mention of rounds on someone other than Cyrus had certainly gotten the Revolutionary's attention and he turned to thank the gentleman when he froze. He looked down at the paper on the bar top to see Baioretto's face on the wanted poster, then back up at the man. Back down to the wanted poster, back up to the man. His mind raced as he realized standing beside him, buying the entire pub drinks was the very same man who had carried out the execution of a noble and one of the bombings of the sea trains.

Hey! You're the guy. Cyrus said, holding up the paper and pointing to the wanted poster. For a genius inventor, he tended to be a bit slow on the uptake at times. He then realized that he recognized Baioretto from more than just the papers, Wait a minute, you're the same guy that stole that other guy's wallet. I was going to steal his wallet. Cyrus mumbled at the end, now a bit peeved and clearly focusing on the wrong aspect of just who this man was. Terrorist acts apparently came second in Cyrus's mind to stealing a wallet he wanted to steal.

The Mono Negro was at the shoreline of Jaya Island where Baioretto and Risaka should probably be meeting Kuba. They were suppose to be setting sail for Future Island where the would hope to learn new things about the seas and science for Risaka. Hopefully they could find a doctor while there. Baioretto was healing from his wounds but the bandages still stayed all over him covering essentially everything not his face. He should probably wrap up this little drinking session eventually so that he could find Risaka and get to the shore, she wasn't going to wait for Baioretto forever. Right now however he was having too much fun just enjoying his drink and partying among like minded individuals. It was then Baioretto got taken out of his thoughts but a guy talking to him, looking to his side Baioretto recognized this fellow, he was next to Fidel at the meeting with the Caprice pirates.. Baioretto thought about it and he remembered Fidel and this guy did take some of the charges which means they did something equally as dumb as Baioretto and considering they were here and not with the Caprice Pirates they probably took the same route as him. "Yea, that wallet turned out to be useless though" said Baioretto before he slid his drink over to the man. "Baioretto D. Fuentes." Baioretto said with a smirk on his face showing his flushed cheeks.

Cyrus took the drink happily, raising it in respect and thanks to Baioretto. He thought silently, useless to one man isn't the same it is to another. Some guy who can buy three rounds of drinks for the pub probably isn't going to be too impressed with a couple hundred thousand beli, but some street urchin like yourself, oh boy daddy's eating good tonight. Regardless, it was done and there was no point dwelling on it any further.

Cyrus noticed the man's flushed cheeks and smiled as he put the drink down, already half gone, My friend, we have to work on your tolerance. You've got to be better than that my boy, an infamous pirate such as yourself. Cyrus said with a chuckle before downing the rest of the drink. He too could feel the warm flush of blood rush to his cheeks, the familiarly warm and tingly sensation of the alcohol burning through his anatomy.

Oh ho ho, looks like I've gone and done it myself now. He said, no longer able to control his laughter. Quieting down after a moment and attempting to regain his composure, Cyrus asked, Soooo what's next for the great, magnificient, terrifying Baioretto D. Fuentes? Another drink appeared by his hand and he sipped it with joy before suddenly remembering, Oh, wait wait wait, of course! He stuck his hand out to Fuentes, How rude of me, Cyrus Kincaid at your service.

As the man put his cup down and Baioretto realized the drink was half way gone, this man obviously knew what he was doing with a drink. Baioretto enjoyed people who could hold their own with a brew. When the man made a comment about Baioretto's tolerance his men all started to laugh as Baioretto downed another drink, he was a famous drunk to his people and a very bad one to those who didn't know him. "The drunker I get the more fun I have when the brawls break out" joked Baioretto as he looked around at the rowdy bunch. The cheeks of the blonde man grew red themselves which made Baioretto break out in a childish giggle as he tapped his men to look at him and they all broke out in laughter. "Aye, guess I'm not the only one having a good time" joked Baioretto while his men all laughed. When Baioretto was asked whats next for him he thought about it for a second and realized he was about to head to his next adventure, before he could answer the man realized he never said his name and when he did Baioretto nodded "Cyrus Kincaid eh? Well Cyrus Kincaid I'm going to Karakuri Island, what about you my friend? "

Nah, course not, we're in a bar after all. Cyrus said with a chuckle as he watched Baioretto's men jump into childish fun. Other patrons of the bar had joined them, mingling, joking and even breaking out into inebriated song from time to time. Cyrus took another swig of his drink, polishing it off. The bartender brought over his third and final drink, at least of the three Baioretto had promised for everyone. He looked at it with a mix of pleasure and sadness. The bartender had been quick to refill and for that he was grateful, but his heart grew weary as he realized time was ticking by far too quickly, as happens when he drank.

Karakuri, eh? Trading in these warm sand beaches for snow and ice? Not to mention those science snobs. Pfft. Cyrus said, blowing air out between his lips to show exactly what he thought about the quote on quote Future Country. In truth he envied them and desired greatly to one day be accepted into their fold, given access to their technology and asked for his opinion on their numerous advanced projects. His pride however prevented him from ever expressing those kinds of thoughts and feelings. Instead he publicly held them in contempt whenever the subject, or island was mentioned.
As for me? Who knows, was stationed on Jaya Island for an undisclosed amount of time. That's not me being some secretive ass by the way, fuckers didn't disclose that information to me either. Cyrus said with a laugh, Without a ship or a navigator though, I'm a bit stuck here for the time being. Guess I should've considered that before we went and uh...well you know, before the Sea Trains had their little incident. Not a problem though, plenty to do on this pirate infested rock, plenty of liquor to still be had. He said with a smile, raising his glass to Baioretto for a quick cheers and sign of respect.

Baioretto thought about the harsh winters of Karakuri after Cyrus had pointed out that it was indeed a winter island, though it was known as Future Island it was easy to forget that the place was freezing cold at all damn times. He heard the comment Cyrus made about scientist and Baioretto honestly laughed "Ya know, my first mate.. She's a scientist. Smart girl very strong too but hopefully she learns a lot on future Island. This is a gift to her for being a good crew mate and someone I can trust ya know?" said Baioretto who really took a moment to realize what he did this for. When Cyrus mentioned being stationed on this island for some time Baioretto wondered what he meant but he wasn't the type to press on things like that. He even added that he wasn't alluding to anything specific but he was indeed stationed here. When he said he didn't have a ship Baioretto's eyes lit up. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slip and decided to extend it to Cyrus. "I had won this ship in a contest but I have no use for it.. Hopefully it'll be a good help to you mate." (Advertisement Event Reward) said Baioretto before he and his crew got up and walked away. "See you on the open sea Cyrus." said Baioretto as he reached the door.

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Oi, going to a winter island all for one of your crewmate's interests? Not such a bad man it seems...well as long as you don't focus on the murder and terrorist acts, you know? Cyrus said with a chuckle. He sipped his drink and listened carefully to Baioretto as he finished his own. He nearly spit the warm liquor back into the drink as Baioretto mentioned having a ship and then sliding him the literal pink slip, or rather proof of ownership, of that very ship over to him. I er- what? Cyrus asked in confusion. He stammered, his brain whirling. Surely he couldn't accept such a gracious gift, on the other hand he was now one step closer to finally getting off this godforsaken island. It was only a matter of time before Momo started connecting the dots and putting a face to the man that had been terrorizing his operation. At this level Cyrus certainly couldn't hold his own against the crazed robot, even with Phil and his connection to the chatter network on Long Ring Long Island. Now at least with this, he could sail off and train, learn, grow stronger to return someday.

He looked up as Baioretto and his crew left through the bar doors, Thanks kind murderer I only met once! Cyrus called after him with a wave before looking down at the envelope and popping it back open. He pulled out the documents, reading through the description of the ship feverishly so that he might be able to actually find it on the docks once he left. What luck, what luck indeed. This is why Cyrus drank, not just for the liquor, but for the unforgettable stories and luck bars brought.

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