(Actually, this town would be the perfect place to sell goods. As long as you don't go too far into the rich area that is. But at the outer edge there would be at least two peddlers, and probably an interested party or two as well. If you know where to look at least. :P)

Soon Ceres and Ace were underway, back to the ship. She wasn't sure about Octavius' exact plans, but figured that the plans she had wouldn't interfere with his. Specifically, the type of crew she had in mind. 'Being able to hold their own in a duel against her' was basically her benchmark. They didn't need to damage her, but if they weren't able to defend against her attacks for a bit they wouldn't stand a chance on the Grand Line.

"So, Ace, I heard you want to become the best swordsman in the world right?" The man was still not very talkative, as he had no reason to trust her yet. He just nodded to her question. "Good, because we'll be heading to the Grand Line. So we'll need the best." She spoke with a slight smile. It didn't take too long until they arrived. At which point Ceres noticed that someone was painting over the old name. "Seems the Captain found a new name for the ship. Albatro-- Albatross... I wonder where he got that." She shrugged and headed up to the deck. "Cap'n! I got the guy I was looking for! Ace Keighley, one of the finest swordsmen in this part of the seas!" Immediately two guys gasped.

"That guy? You managed to get Whirlwind Ace to join us?!" One exclaimed. "He's that famous already? No matter. Yes he'll be joining our crew. Who could resist the shotgun preacher's reputation, right?" "Shut up, girl." Ace growled. "I'm here to get off this island. The moment I don't like anything, I'm out."