Chester had gotten a few medical supplies from the villagers, as the Marines didn't give him any - maybe they didn't care, or maybe they just didn't have any to spare. Regardless, Chester didn't particularly care. He headed onboard the ship, a ship that looked [i]less[/i] than stellar, but it certainly wasn't the worst vessel he had ever sailed. Lina would get her things in order, and the captain would follow suit, placing the crate of alcohol he was carrying in the cargo bay, getting a apple out of one of the bags he had carried with him, chewing the apple loudly as he walked onto the main deck, Lina, wearing the gold bracelet she found, stood there with a hopeful grin on her face, turning to Chester, she said but one word, a word full of hope and ambition. "Well?" The pirate smiled. "We set sail. We still have more than a few preparations before we can head to the Grandline. Wouldn't mind having a couple more crewmates." He mentioned, grabbing a bucket and filling it with seawater, and a piece of cloth, and tossing a wet cloth to Lina, he started wiping surfaces on the ship, while he walked towards the helm, directing the ship away form the Island of the Bear. --- On the Island, a slow sob was heard from the beaten Bear-Bandit and his compatriot. They saw the ship sail off from the island, and soon fading into the Horizon. The fearsome bandit sat on his butt, tears welling in his eyes, as he let out a sobbing cry. His translator, and ventriloquist, Bjork sat next to him, patting him on the back, him also crying. The boat Chester and Lina were on was the same boat Tedbjorn had once arrived on the island in, as a cub, prisoner of pirates whom had been captured by Marines, some 15 years ago, Bjork being a villager whom had taken pity on the cub. --- The two pirates had got the ship looking decent on the decks, spending equal amounts of time cleaning as they had navigating, chatting and trying to figure out where the hell they were. Chester had taken a break - his 15th to Lina's 5, as he leaned back on a chair against the mast, drinking a bottle of grog, the dried blood still on his face, he still hadn't bothered to change from the clothes Tedbjorn had torn - not that he had any clothes to share into, as such he had several tears in his shirt, blood stains all over him, the left shoulder of the grey shirt was now coated in the red hue of his blood. He wasn't complaining about the pain, so therefor, Lina hadn't tried to bandage him. It was shallow cuts, anyway. He was thinking about taking a hot, relaxing bath - not that he could, sadly. His musing was interrupted by a loud explosion - cannonfire. "Who's shooting?!" Chester shouted, as he was met with a slight giggle from the deck downstairs. "Dammit Lina! Almost made me spill my drink!" He shouted, stomping the floor - only for the floor to give way, sending Chester tumbling down into the cannon deck, the broken plank falling over him, hitting him in the face. "Son of a bitch!" Chester erupted as Lina let out a surprised yelp. "We gotta fix this ship.." He mentioned, as he got up, dusted himself off, and went upstairs to get tools to repair the hole in the deck. Only to realize they only had rusted nails and more moldy planks. "God damn Ship, can't believe thi-" his cursing was interupted by more gunfire. "Lina! I SWEAR TO GOD!" He shouted, only for Lina to stand in the doorway "Wasn't me!" She shouted and Chester's eyes widened. [i]Oh shit.[/i] He went to get the map that was next to the helm, as well as the spying glass. He opened the map, they were right next to a major Island. Who'd be shooting at them here? Did someone take Lina's little misfire as a battle declaration? He looked around, seeing two ships in the horizon. Getting out the spying glass, he extended it - the glass so grimy that he couldn't see anything. "Son of a.." he turned the glass on the other end - the front lense was broken, too. He couldnt' see any cannonballs coming his way, but he could still hear the gunfire - as if it was comming from right next to them. It clicked for him. "Wind's on us." He said, looking up at the sails. "That's why we hear a distant battle a lot clearer. But, Lina, we should dock. We need supplies. Might have to sell some stuff." The captain said. "But you keep your paws off my booze." he said, setting the course for Kesrizu island, the big island's city could be seen from several hundred meters away.