Advent yawned as he pulled the small vessel he'd taken up to the 'junk island', as he called it. It was a pain in the ass, frankly. Soon as he was able to, he'd dumped the Navy ship he'd stolen, trading it in for a smaller, more manageable (And less likely to attract SOS calls) sailboat. Mind, it wasn't exactly set for sailing the seas.

Still, Advent was finally free from obligations. Not to mention the psychopath he'd met at the prison, and the warden, who apparently had the gum gum fruit. Lessons learned. Pain. For now though, he had some business to attend to. He walked past several engineers and people who frankly looked like thugs as he made a beeline for the island's foreman's office.

He had a bone to pick with that crazy bitch.

And he wasn't in the mood for subtlety either, which was made abundantly clear when he kicked her door in.

"Oi! Crazy bitch! I have a bone to pick with you!" He roared.