The Warrior returned with a bottle of grog, his posture was now more reserved - he was scared of the rawhide-clad gunner. "H-Here you go, one bottle of booze.." He said, Kuhn peered his cold eyes at him "S-Sir!"

"Good boy." Kuhn said, taking a swig from the bottle, wiping his mouth, he tossed it at the warrior, whom barely caught it, fumbling it in his hands. "OH GODOHGODOHGOD" The warrior said, as he eventually got a firm grasp on it, holding it in his arms - the same way one might hold an infant. 

"Watch him. I'm gonna go take a leak."

"But Boss Goldenrod sai"

"Do I have to see what's in da other five chambers in my gun?"

"N-No sir"

Kuhn got up and left, his duster fluttering as he walked away from the prison - towards the warehouse part of the building, heading towards the quartermaster. He needed another [i]shot[/i].


***

[i]B-Booze..[/i] a faint, hushed whisper were heard from inside of the cell where the guard had just sat down, taking a cup and filling it up with grog that he was now sipping carefully. "Booooozzzeeeee" The voice cried from inside of the cell, the guard still didn't hear him. 


"Boooooooooooooooooooooozzzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

"What?" The guard asked

"Gimmeee" The man pleaded.

"No, fuck off. This is mine." He said, cockily.

And that was his mistake, as he was met with a blindly fast punch to the back of his head, sending him flying in the air, performing half a front-flip till he hit the other bars on the other end of the cell block, the bottle was spinning in the air, getting caught by the same hand that had just sent the yellow clad guard flying.

Taking a long drink, his eyes opened wide, with a furious expression

"WHO THE FUCK GAVE ME THIS CHEAP CRAP?!" The pirate's words echoed through the halls, sending the nearby soldiers checking his way

Those soldiers were sent flying faster than quick, piling up on top of each other. Reinforcement arrived, Chester hit knocked the first one so hard he knocked down the four guys behind him. Chester held the knocked out man's head in his fist, dropping him down. "Where's the cheap-ass who gave me trash watered down grog?!"

"WHERE IS HE?!" Chester asked the man he had just dropped, whom had tears running down his eyes from the pain from his wounds. "W-who"

"YOUR BOSS" Raising a fist to strike again

"OHGODPLEASENOHE'SOVERTHERE" The guy cried, trying to pull his hands up to block his face. Chester nodded. "Thanks. You can rest now." He said, throwing the man to the side, crashing down the wall to his side.

Chester now had corridors filled with soldiers to tear through - the rest of the Whitney Warriros had been alerted of his escape, and were arming up to take him on - to protect their boss - and earn their paycheck.