"Just a ship to sail on and enough crew to sail it will be fine. I already did like the sound of being a captain." She spoke, grinning playfully. It was still a long shot if Ceres could even trust this man. Desperate people would promise anything if it got them out of their situation. But then again, what was there to lose? If needed, she could still escape without him later. For instance if he was caught or if he couldn't keep his promise.

The cell door unlocked quickly, and the seastone cuffs followed soon after. Ironic how the bane of anyone with devil fruit powers, could still be opened by something as simple as an iron key. The man sank to the ground, though soon got up again. And now it was time to play the trust game. To what extend could this man be trusted? "I'm Ceres. There's currently a 20 gold bounty on my head from the government. Yours used to be around...100, wasn't it?" The notorious Shotgun Preacher. A more fitting name in her mind. Calling him a demon sounded like he was something from legend alone. She wondered how rusty his skills had gotten during the time he was in jail. As she didn't want anyone dragging her down during her escape from the island.

"Now, get up and let's go. There's a sandwich and a mug of water on a table in the next room, so grab those to get some energy back or something." Immediately Ceres turned around and started heading for the door again. There was no time to waste, as the alarm would no doubt be sounded shortly. And she'd rather already be outside the marine base before that happened.