Gregory and George had finally managed to quell the anger of the booze-induced Pirate, he had given them both more than a couple of bruises and a black eye each, but once they told him they had beer on their little schooner, he calmed down - chugging every bottle they had during the half hour it took for the small boat to make it's way back to land. 

Chester's foot was placed firmly on the pier, his stolen boot tapping on the wooden planks, water squelching under his foot inside of the boot. It felt good to be on solid land. He began walking, he had to find the Breeze and figure out where the rest of his crew was - and if they knew anything about the location of the bastard Cerulean.


[b]Squelch, Squelch..[/b]

He continued walking.

[b]Squelch, Squelch..[/b]

He let out a loud sigh, smacking his hand into his forehead, he jumped onto his one leg, pulling off his boot and turning it around, out poured water - and a small fish. Then he did the opposite, puting his boot back on his right leg, standing on it. While doing so, he slipped on the fish that had landed under his foot, falling off of the pier - getting hung by his foot on a bit of rope hanging off of the side. He soon untangled himself, and made his way towards the docks, where the Hinnon Breeze laid in wait for him.

Gregory and George sat in their boat, spectating, drinking the last two beers they had. 

"We sure he ain't no fish?"

"Ye, he's too stupid to be a fish."

"I 'spose you are right. He couldn't swim much, either."