Chester looked over at Macario, and then at the blue-clad man crawling towards him, holding his leg that the Pirate had hit him in. The captain was looking down at the ground, a look of sorrow on his face. His blonde hair was dirtied from the seawater - not unheard off and his torn grey shirt had been stained by the blood leaking out of his chest in the X-shaped mark Cerulean had made, it was a shallow cut, sure, but it still stung.

Almost as much as the rage boiling inside of Chester. When Macario asked him how it was going, the blue clad man on the beach had made his way to Chester, holding out his hand. Chester saw the azure color, and let out a cold glare, freezing the man in place, only to deliver a swift kick to his ribs, sending him flying up onto a pile of other blue-clad idiots, knocking them all down like pins.

"It was a waste of my god damn time. That Blue clad FREAK is gonna pay for what he did!" Chester shouted, leaping onto the Hinnon Breeze.

"HE DESTROYED MY BOOZE! I'M GONNA KICK HIS ASS!" Chester shouted, letting the blue goons know that their boss had in fact failed, and there would be hell to pay.