As echoes of the boat's screams came fro mthe fresh hole, Lina stooped down, covering her face in her hands. "Oh my god..." she groaned.

"My ship doesn't have room for four, assholes!" Macario cried, dropping down, thumping down on the lower deck. However, the hands and faces seemed to change mood: with Kuhn and Chester in the shipwright's room, previously hidden, the arms and faces seemed to be holding back, as if they were watching.

Stepping to the doorway, he saw the paper Chester was waving around. Snatching it, he grumbled, "What's this?"

"Pretty sure it's one of your dick drawings, dude."

"No, it's just paper with a mold stain, idiot." Flipping it over, he showed a twisted, spiral pattern. Looking over Chester and Kuhn, he glanced back to the faces and arms, before pushing in. Looking on the ground, he blinked. "Oh..."

In the corner of the small room, in the shadow of the desk, was a light lump, molded green, the fuzz on the wood marking out a spiral pattern.

"Correct me if I'm wrong: but that looks like it was a Devil Fruit."

[sub]"Stay out of there..."[/sub]

The hands seemed to shudder while the heads wheezed, pulling back, as the sounds of footsteps was heard, echoing off the walls. A form came out of the darkness.

Lina blinked at everyone staring at her. "What?"

[sub]"Stay out of...there..."[/sub] Came a soft voice from behind Lina. Turning, she squeaked in fright before joining Chester, Kuhn, and Macario in the crowded door frame. The faces and arms bowed way for what seemed like a small boy. A raincoat drapes his face, and a cracked hammer hung in his hands, but he had no distinct form: like a shade he was but one color, a murky black, as if smudged into existence. On his lacking face, he only had two blank holes for eyes and a deep frown. His rain boots shuffled to a stop.

[sub]"Stay out of...me..."[/sub]