The gentle rocking of the ship had began to pick up. They must be near. That was good, Capra had always hated waiting, and he had waited enough. Who knew that finding a ship willing to head to Shipwreck Isle was so hard! Well okay, maybe the name was a little intimidating, but he had to head there, a little bird told him that the grotesquely garish ship that Dead Eye called her own had been spotted heading to this very island. Capra knew that this was his chance, finally, after so long, some action. When was the last time he had a good challenge? Was it the rookie pirate from the North Blue? No, now that he thought about it, the poor bastard wasn't much of a challenge at all. Once Capra's poleaxe heated up, it was like a hot knife through butter, or in this case, a hot axe. Man, Capra was sure glad he had his razor sharp wit, or else he'd be bored out of his mind with all the time alone he had.

Capra had been doing nothing inside a cargo ship for far too long, his mind wandered every other minute. The waiting was bad enough, but it had been hard enough convincing some "friends" in the underworld scene to give him information about Dead Eye (even he had to admit he was amazed and scared by how fast they caught wind of this tidbit of info), and then he had to procure a ship that was willing to sail towards one of the most dangerous islands around. And if that weren't enough, he was completely on his own when it came to reaching the island itself. Oh, and he couldn't forget the fact that there were [i]marines[/i] near the island too. Avoiding them had been hard. They had to go around half the island before getting close to avoid being spotted and questioned. Dead Eye better be worth her salt, or Capra was going to be pissed. One of the sailors came down to inform Capra that they were as close as they were willing to get. That was fine, Capra could go it alone from here. He stumbled to his feet, and trudged out above deck. The ship was anchored as close to the jagged stone pillars as any sane man would be willing to, actually, scratch that. It was far too close for any sane man to anchor their ship here. That was why Capra liked this captain. Capra walked over to the side of the ship, and spoke to the captain. [b] [color=bc8dbf]"My thanks for taking me this far, after i'm done with my fight against Dead Eye i'll be sure that Mister Anderson knows your debt is payed in full." [/color][/b] The captain nodded in response, he didn't want to speak about Anderson, that was understandable. Despite how cheerful he seemed, he was a vicious businessman, often times he wouldn't ask for money when you bought something from him, only a favor. And if you didn't return the favor..his men would find you. Capra knew that from experience, he used to be one of his men after all.

Well, there was no need to delay the inevitable any further. Capra's body shifted, he was already taller than the captain, but he soon towered over the gruff man. He felt his body shift, and change. He felt horns grow from his head, a short layer of grey wool, covered by a shorter layer of grey fur covered his body. a thin layer of white fur grew on his face. His muscle mass grew, as did his legs. His feet change into goat hooves, but his hands stayed mostly the same. All of the crew looked shocked at Capra's transformation, except for the captain. That figured, he had known Mister Anderson, hanging around him too much made you used to odd things. After transforming, Capra crouched, his body tensed, and with a jolt, he leaped into the air. The force of his jump was so intense that the deck splintered. Capra briefly wondered if the captain was mad about the damage, but he quickly shifted focus to the fast approaching jagged pillar of stone. Using the force of his jump, and his knack for climbing, Capra latched onto the side of the pillar. Planting one foot on it, and holding on for dear life with one arm. He lowered his center of gravity, and lunged, kicking off of the pillar. With another mighty leap, he landed atop a nearby pillar, smaller than the first. Capra was starting to sweat. This was the worst idea he had thought of in a long time. Holy crap why would he ever think  about doing this? He calmed himself down. crouched, and leaped through the air. He managed to grab onto another pillar. Again and again he lunged from pillar to pillar, using the island's greatest natural defense as his way to the shore. Perhaps someone with a keen eye could see him, but through the storm, he was likely no more than a blur.

After a while, he managed to make it to the shore, alas, unbeknownst to him, if he were to have gone in a different direction, he would have ended up encountering Dead Eye immediately, instead, he was about half of the island away from his rival who didn’t know she was his rival yet. [b][color=bc8dbf]"Okay. Okay, you're alive Capra. Keep it together."[/color][/b] Capra patted himself down, as if checking to make sure all of him was there. [b][color=bc8dbf]"You're here. You made it, all you have to do is find Dead Eye."[/color][/b] it didn't even occur to him that his information from the underworld information brokers could have been false. He was too caught up in the idea of finding a good fight.