Kona looked at Syn. â€œI know Miro better than you. He gets done studying and observing you...heâ€™d like you. I like you. You seem like a cool guy. Pointy teeth and all.â€ he said. Blinking and looked to Ikol when she giggled. Did she....just giggle??? He downed yet another drink. Starting to get a bit of a buzz himself. Still he wasnâ€™t drunk yet so he didnâ€™t care. He looked to Ikol once more as she giggled again. Rubbing the back of his head. Really? Really? Did she really just say that? He flushed a bit as she was talking about him. Now why she go and say something like that. He looked at Syn. â€œIâ€™m guessing she means you are a tiger shark. Heh...thats cool.â€ He said with amusement. â€œShe couldâ€™ve said something worse.â€ he chuckled. â€œIts alright Syn. Just relax. She is drunk.â€ He looked at Ikol Taking a sip of his next drink. He wanted to drink away his anger and sorrows. For the most part it was working. He was able to drink away the sorrows that filled him. Miro... His mind kept thinking of his best friend. He hoped they got him back alive. Deep down he knew Miro was badly hurt. Knowing some of the Navy towards pirates there was no way he wasnâ€™t. Yet why kidnap Miro? It had to do with that woman and the fact he was a siren. It had to. Yet who would care about something like that in the Navy?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Miro shook in fear and made a face as Franklin spit on the floor. Screaming in agonized pain when he was dropped. Hitting the ground with a thud. He whimpered and more tears trailed down his cheeks. â€œNo...trickery...just...facts. STOP *coughs up blood* CALLING ME *coughs up blood* THAT!â€ he coughed up more blood and curled in a defensive ball. Fading in and out of consciousness. The back of his head ached from smacking into the wall moments prior. He groaned. His one arm laying at a jumbled angle as half of it flopped there uselessly. He curled in a ball as much as he could. Coughing in pain and crying out. His broken rib poking through the skin some as it was bruised all up that side and through the middle of his chest. He had bruises riddling his form. He whimpered in pain. He wouldnâ€™t rot in hell but Franklin would. He faded in and out of consciousness. Unable to truly focus on anything anymore.</span>