Kuhn - perceptive as he could be agree'd with Macario "Sure is." regarding the Devil Fruit. Chester had given up his search for booze, when he found a single bottle of grog - no one could really explain how, but he had managed, so he was happy, almost bragging about his treasure as he walked into the little room Kuhn had found. "Hey, what's that sound?"

Then the boy walked up.

"Sup kid." Chester said, turning back to Macario and Kuhn. "So, what do we make of all this?"

"Hey, what was that sound?"

"... Fuck me." Chester added, as he stood right next to the ghostly form - shocked, he fell to the ground, crawling a bit backwards - but not before taking another couple of swigs.

Kuhn got out his gun, aiming it at the Ghost. "All right. Who da hell are ya?"