Each tree branch had left it's mark, that was for sure. Chester had been sent into the even denser forest, down next to the bridge, his flight had been haulted by a sturdy oak, that he fell down, each branch prompting an "Ow" or "Damn" from him, until he finally landed on the ground with a heavy thud, his face bleeding, his shoulder bleeding, yet, through all of the impact he had been through in the last minute, his fingers still clutched the glass of the still intact whiskey bottle, half of it's contents still remaining, as the bottle was held against his chest.

"Got my ass kicked, by a bear.." He mumbled to himself, taking a swig. "A real, honest to god talking bear." Chester said, his hand going into his hair, only to get pulled out of the hair when he felt warm, sticky liquid coming out of his forehead, he also felt it on his shoulder. "Great, bleeding, too." Chester mentioned, sitting up, taking a few leaves and holding them against his forehead, he stood up, peered up to where he had been thrown from.

"That's one hell of a strong bear.." He mumbled, walking towards the bridge again. "Ass kicked by a bear, ain't even on the grand line yet." He mumbled, kicking away a couple of rocks that were under his feet. Till he heard the roar of Tedbjorn, up from where Lina was, and it reminded him that he wasn't actually alone anymore - he had Lina.


And she was up shit's creek with no paddle.

Finishing his bottle, he still held it in his hand, as he started sprinting up the bridge and the slope, passing the X-marked rocks, arriving up the hill where the treasure had been.

"YOU THINK TRADERS CAN STAND AGAINST ME, THE MIGHTY TEDBJORN THE BEAR BANDIT?!" The Bear roared, The glass bottle came from behind, hitting one of the four bandits in the back of the head, knocking him out like a light. Tedbjorn felt a sudden weight from his side - the foot of Chester pushed him several meters.
"We're Pirates!" Chester shouted as he landed, blood dripping down his face.


"You're still alive?!" The words escaped Torbjorn's mouth, and for a second, they had a different pitch to it.

Not to mention the fact that nothing he said actually matched the words coming out of his mouth, come to think of it.

He looked at Lina, whom was fighting the other three guys, and grinned. "Got my ass kicked by a bear, can't believe it."

Then he looked at Torbjorn. "But I'll get back at you."