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After everything was settled with Runch's crew and everyone was back on their ships, Bonekid pulled Dirk aside for a minute to reprimand him. Now, Bonekid had liked Dirk. He saw him as an effective cousin (despite his mom pushing for him to see the two as brothers), and they kind of were in the figurative sense. That still didn't mean that Bonekid had to turn a blind eye to the deeds of Dirk. This wasn't a first offense, either, as Bonekid had remembered when the crew met Caesar that Dirk threw Bonekid at the furry human in a very similar fashion, but that was a good few weeks ago. 

The first mate informed Mister Messir that this would be the second strike on Bonekid's new strike system. If he got a third, he'd be sleeping in a barrel in Slick's room for a few nights. That's the best punishment Bonekid could've thought up at the current moment, he was still on the fence about being near Slick. All he imagined would happen is a few sleepless nights of insane warmth. Might actually be good training exercise, to be honest. Feya should probably learn about that idea.

For the remainder of the trip to the next island from Reverse Mountain, Bonekid had stayed with his mom. She took a bit of a beating from the voyage up the mountain, so Bonekid had been incredibly cautious and protective of her. The only person who could actually see her on the voyage while Bonekid was around her was Boone, and even then it was only because of superiority and rank. Now that a few hours of napping had passed, Bonekid finally stepped outside her room and took a long look at the horizon.

He noticed the mighty Jolly Roger in front of the ship before he noticed the island. The cannon with massive arms did [i]not[/i] mean anything pleasant, that's for sure. Drawing the Shroomblade, Bonekid stepped forward on the deck as he glanced around. [b][color=bc8dbf]"I don't like the look of this, bud. Be on guard,"[/color][/b] the skeleton child said to his sword. Of course, the blade didn't respond, but a soft chuckle was prompted out of Bonekid.