[h2]Dirk Messir[/h2]
Ah. The captain was awake. And it was like he knew exactly what Dirk was about to say before he passed out... odd. For the first time in about a week or so, Dirk stared at Sunny with a frown and a tilted head, re-pondering his answer before he stated it.

'I'm going to get stronger,' Dirk offered quietly. 'I'd like you to help me do that. And all the other people on the boat too,' he called out somewhat more loudly, trying to draw everyone's attention, 'I am in need of training. In time for the next fight we have. Otherwise I'll.'

Dirk hesitated to say this out loud. He'd rather not admit weakness, him being a master of the Six Styles and all, but... he hung his head in a way that hid his eyes behind the rim of his hood, mildly despondent with the situation.

'Otherwise I'll die. And everyone else might want to train too anyway. So.'

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