Grand Voyage- Log 33

Log 33: Dahlia Part 14
“I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!” Stormy exploded, barreling into the clinic and crushing Art with a bear hug, tears streaming comically down her face. The Majin had awoken a day later, and this time the doctor had been there to see it.

“GAAH!” Art yelled out in pain, as Stormy’s hug threatened to reopen his wounds and posssibly break his back.

“Ah!” the doctor said, leaping back, “sorry, sorry! It wasn’t my fault, I swear!”

“Err....” Art began, before before he could continue, Sid awoke, rubbing his head.

“Where the hell am I-?!”

“It was him!” Stormy said frantically, seizing the navigator and ripping him from his bed, throwing him at Art, “blame him!”

“Jeez, calm down,” Art said, offhandedly kicking Sid back from where he came, “I wasn’t mad anyway.”

“Oh, thank god,” Stormy gasped, collapsing to the floor, “thank god.” She suddenly straightened. “Can I get you anything? Anything at al-”

At that moment, the entire clinic shook, as though caught in a massive earthquake. Stormy and Art jerked their heads toward what appeared to be the source of the commotion.... Knave.

“You can get some food,” Art said, a sweatdrop falling down the back of his head.

“Aaaaahh!” Knave yawned, leaning back on his bed, rubbing his now large stomach, “that was a nice brunch!”

Brunch?! the various inhabitants of the island who had donated food screamed in their heads, looking at the pirate boy with a mixture of fear and amazement, he single-handedly cleared out half our food stores!

“But I’m about half-full, I guess,” Knave said contemplatively.

ONLY THAT?! the townspeople gasped mentally, their faces slamming against the ground, their bodies upside down.

“Reminds me,” Sid said thickly through a mouthful of pudding as he and Art chowed down as well, though at a much slower pace, “we really need to get a good cook soon. It’s too annoying to pick up non-perishables at every island and hope they last.”

“How’s our food doing?” Art asked.

“We have ENOUGH,” Sid replied, pursing his lips, “but barely. Just enough to get us to the next island.”

“Next island?” Knave piped in, eyes shining with excitement.

“The Isle of Flowers,” Sid replied, “no one knows much about it, but a lot of people say its a paradise, so there’s probably a good bit of food there.”

“If it’s a paradise how come no one knows much about it?” D’Artagnan inquired.

“Everyone who goes there never comes back,” Sid said simply, “not a single one.”

“Oh.... oh my,” the Majin remarked akwardly.

“AWESOME!” Knave yelled, leaping up from his bed, “let’s go guys! We’re gonna be the FIRST to come out ali-” At that moment, blood spurted from several of his wounds, and he dropped to the floor again, “-ve...”

“Idiot!” Stormy yelled, running up to him, “I told you not to move so much!”

“Nuts,” Sieghart said in disappointment as he and his team faced down the pirate ship that had sailed up beside them. The captain, a rather ugly man with features resembling more of a pug’s than a human’s, snarled happily, lifting up a giant meat cleaver.

“CHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the captain roared, “I KNEW THIS WAS MY LUCKY DAY! NOW I GET TO BAG THE INFAMOUS GREEN KNIGHT AND HIS TWO LITTLE ASSISTANTS!”

“Little?!” Gerard growled, annoyance visible on his face. He quickly checked himself. “Little.”

“You’re still bad at that,” Kinan deadpanned.

“STOP IGNORING MEH!” the captain said unhappily, “I WAS GONNA KILL YOU AND THEN YOU JUST-?!”

“Sir?” said one of the Marine sailors, as he walked up to Sieghart, “should we fire the canons or-?”

“Nope,” Sieg replied, yawning a bit and covering it up with his hand, “we’ll take care of him.”

“PAY ATTENTION!” the captain cried, his rage breaking as he hurled the cleaver at the Vice Admiral.

Kinan seemed to vanish, appearing on the deck, right behind the Captain, as the meat clever fell in the ocean, cut to pieces. Before the crew could even react, blood began gushing out of sudden wounds that were inflicted on their bodies! In the next instant, the female Rear Admiral appeared in the very center, and an unseen force blew them away, sending them flying in the air! She turned to face the Captain.

“Attacks on Sieghart-san will not be tolerated,” she said simply.

“You bitch!” the Captain yelled, preparing to launch himself at her when his footing suddenly lurched. The portly pirate yelped and grabbed onto the ends of one of the sails, “what the f-”

“Onininininininini!” chuckled Gerard, as he lifted up the pirate ship with his bare, blackened hands, “scum like you are welcome here! Gives me a chance to use this!”

“D-damn you,” the captain mumbled, “how the hell are you so-?!”

Before he could finish, emerald spikes ripped through his body, popping out on the surface. With a gurgle, the pirate dropped to the floor, half-dead.

Sieghart put down his hand, and the emerald dissolved. “Oi, you two,” he called, speaking to Kinan and Gerard, “get back here. Party’s over.”

Kinan reappeared at her superior’s side. “Was my performance satisfactory, Sieghart-san?”

“Perfect,” Sieghart said offhandedly, “Gerard, toss the ship out of the way first, will ya?”

“Certainly!” Gerard crowed in triumph, then checked himself, “certainly.”

“You’re just awful,” Kinan commented.

Fuming silently, Gerard put a bit more effort into his muscles, then swung the ship in a clean arc! It landed upside down in the water a few feet away from the Marine ship. The black-haired Rear Admiral then leaped smoothly back onto the Marine ship.

“Awwright!” Sieghart said, throwing his hands into the air again, “let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” Kinan asked bluntly.

“No idea,” Sieghart murmured from his corner.

“DON’T JUST GIVE UP LIKE THAT!” Gerard barked.

~End of Log~

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