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[b]Bogard Sunny x  Loguetown x  Obtaining a Bloody First Mate[/b]
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[indent] Bogard made it to the docks, ten or so minutes later, his flesh arm hung limp at his side while his mechanical one nursed his fractured ribs. The moment he touched foot onto the docks, leaving the stone stairs behind him, he gazed at the prone forms of downed marines. 

The sight slowed his steps to a halt. He looked around, only to see a navy galleon in the distance, along with small vessels. Massive and imposing as they were, he saw the specks of assumed officials looking his way.  [color=red][b] “That-”[/b][/color] Pain folded him as a sudden shock exploded in his side. Bogard screamed before falling to his knees and banging his fist against the ground. [color=red][b] “God! Goodddd!”[/b][/color] He clawed himself forward with his artificial fingers. Inch by inch, the pain swept away everything, feelings thoughts, time. 

When it finally faded, he was near his ship. Lines of sweat moved along his face, his hair dulled and weighed heavy on his head. He took in air and exhaled it heavily once he stood up. [color=red][b] “Jax!”[/b][/color] he called up. [color=red][b] “I’ma need  your help getting me up there,”[/b][/color] he groaned, sparing a glance for any left-over soldiers that survived the supernatural.  

[color=red][i]Looking for someone… [/i][/color]

He was looking for marines but there was someone else he was hoping to see too.

Was it Kanki? It wasn't, he knew his navigator was dead. He was not searching for a deadman. 

It was someone else that his instincts were searching for. 

Absently, Bogard held his hand out towards what he knew should've been Jax's strong grasp. He needed to get out of Loguetown.[/indent][hr]