[center]☆fenrir☆
After the reflection in the mirror faded, Fenrir was left alone with his thoughts and the strange items in his hands. It was no secret what he was trying to do and what his goal was, but the real question was how much his crew knew about what he was willing to do to bring Freya back. Would they still follow him if they knew that he was making deals with dimension witches and using items not from this world? None the less, talking things over with Fantine would help clear any confusion in his mind so he put the 'radar' and the 'scouter' into a rucksack and left his cabin. The SkullKracken was already on course to NeverIsland where they were to drop off their captives until Samhain, but from there they could start the search for the Dragon Spheres so that they could summon Koryuu. All this would sound ridiculous when he would explain it to Fantine, but he trusted her to trust him and believe him.

When he stopped infront of her door, Fenrir tapped on the wood out of politeness but opened it shortly afterwards anyway, " I need to speak with you," He began, closing the door behind him securely so that no one else could hear their conversation.

☆videl☆
Videl mirrored her warm smile and rubbed his hands together, " How about tomorrow? We can start slow and work our way up through the week! We'll have you fighting like a professional in no time!" If training Nemesis turned out well, maybe he could propose the idea to Jecht about training the rest of the crew. If the crew was stronger, defending the ship would be alot easier.

☆protettore☆
Protettore didn't want to be rude and interrupt Charlie as he spoke, but a lot of alarms did ring out in his mind. First, he didn't even know what is was that he was supposed to retrieve. Finding a paper crown in an ocean seemed impossible. Second, how was this supposed to train him for anything? Third, why was there a bird on his shoulder? Fourth, even though Jecht was scary, why wasn't he the one giving these instructions? Not that Charlie wasn't good enough or anything! But of all this, the most pressing matter was...

" I don't know how to swim."

He probably should have told Trixxtal this before getting on the FlyingDeath, but he never thought that swimming would ever be a problem!

☆trixxtal☆
Now that Protettore was finding friends on the ship, Trixxtal could rest a little easier. But this thing with Jecht...it was weighing him down just like the anchor Jecht threw into the ocean. Things weren't always this rocky and he could usually control his sass whenever Jecht's anger took over, but with all this stress with his brother's disappearance and the responsibly of Protettore that had been thrust upon him, things were difficult. Cepheus certainly didn't make anything better. Infact, he just made Trixxtal's mood even worse and when he was around, Trixxtal just couldn't control his tongue.

Trixxtal sat down on his bed and sighed deeply. Even though it was Jecht who needed rest, Trixxtal was definitely feeling worn out as well. He made sure to leave a space when he climbed into bed for Protettore on the other side for when he finished playing with Charlie. He tried to get comfortable but something hard digging into his side stopped him from doing so. When he rolled over and reached into his pocket to find the object, he pulled out the pocketwatch Jecht had given him. The words that Jecht had said were engraved in his heart and he remembered them whenever he looked at the watch. He didn't question if he meant something to him, he knew he did, but that didn't stop him from being insecure at times.

[i]"I'm like this because of you; I am hurt because of you!"[/i]

The words stung his heart and Trixxtal closing his eyes, his fist clenching around the watch in his hand. Crying alone in his room was just as low as he could possibly get so he opened the desk drawer next to his bed and gently placed the watch in it. He was still furious with Jecht but that didn't mean he would treat the pocketwatch like shit. If he ever damaged it out of anger, he would never forgive himself for being so careless. But still, the watch belonged in the drawer, atleast until his emotions leveled out, or when Jecht stopped being a douchebag. That bastard. With the watch out of his side, Trixxtal rolled back and attempted to go to sleep. But even from the drawer, he sound hear the faint 'tick-tick-tick' of the watch and he growled in frustration.[/center]