[center][h2][color=red]Captain Cedric D. Boone - We Are! Part II[/color][/h2][/center]
Cedric turned as he heard the sound of their latest stowaway, Caesar the mink. Cedric gave him a sideways glance and replied,[color=ed1c24]"There you are Caesar! I was wondering who was going to swab the deck today."[/color] He smiled and continued,[color=ed1c24]"To answer your questions, I believe this town is particularly fond of clocks. As for bones?"[/color] He shrugged. [color=ed1c24]"I have no bone to pick with this town."[/color] Then he winked. 

As he was finishing his conversation with Caesar, none other then first mate Bonesword hopped onto the deck and proclaimed he and his sword were ready to go whenever they arrived in Clock Town. Cedric grinned as he approached exclaiming,[color=ed1c24]"Just the man I wanted to see! Slashing prices eh? I have no bones about making the most of every belli we have!"[/color] Cedric was on a roll with the lame Dad puns about bones. Though everyone could forgive him, after all, every island was a chance to explore an entirely new land with a diverse group of flora, fauna and alcoholic beverages to swill. 

Then, Lilliana strolled up on deck and patted Bonesword's hat affectionately. Cedric turned towards her and couldn't help but smile. They were the first two to join him on his crew. And despite all the ups and downs they had stayed true through thick and thin! Lilliana asked if Cedric thought there would be any knickknacks in Clock Town,[color=ff9a26]"..lying around?"[/color] Cedric raised an eyebrow,[color=ed1c24]"Certainly not lying where Slick could get a hold of them. Bawhahahahaha!"[/color] he wiped a tear away from his eye. Then he continued,[color=ed1c24]"I'm sure they will have plenty of clocks, maybe you could use the parts for one of your inventions!"[/color] 

Slick started to make his way up to the group gathered around Cedric and he asked,[color=007236]"Hey Cedric, does time burn?"[/color] The randomness of the question took their captain off guard. [color=ed1c24]"Umm..hmm..."[/color] He stroked his 7 o'clock shadow thoughtfully,[color=ed1c24]"I would think that, uhh..I've heard people say, uhh..that time is money. And uhh..if you can burn money, umm.. you could theoretically burn time, I guess."[/color] He scratched his head and looked at the open seas in front of them. 

Afterward, he reached for the coin purse that their collective supply money came from. The way The Red Rum Pirates divvied up their spoils went thus; two shares for the captain, one and a half shares for first mate, one share for each other member of the crew, two shares for food and supplies, then one share for the ship's repairs. He wanted to divide some of it for the crew to purchase anything they needed when they arrived. Cracking it open a fly buzzed out revealing a sad sack of nothing. Cedric stared inside for a moment, contemplating. [color=ed1c24]"I know there was more then this earlier.."[/color] he said mumbling to himself.

Meanwhile in The Rum Runner's cellar...stacks and stacks of alcoholic beverages lined it from top to bottom. If anyone was able to spend the entire supply funds, made from selling ridiculously expensive devil fruit on alcohol, it was Captain Boone.