"Well next time you are in the cove I'll swim by to see Miro." He then looked to Ikol who stood and crashed a bit onto his shoulder. Sighing he looked to Kona, "Yeah... Still insulting." He said and chuckled, "I'll show you my shark later, first lets get her to the ship. The wind smells bloody and I've never seen so much hard rain before." He said carrying Ikol slightly to the ship. Once there he set her on a barrel and dived into the water, swimming away from there.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">Butcher's eyes glowed as his twisted grin wrapped over his face, livid rage coursed through his veins as he walked away from Blacksmith. There was a reason he was never asked to do much; he was a cold blooded killer with an innocent mind. Years prior, probably about eighty, he had been hung for crimes he never committed by the government. His body was left swinging for two years, the heavy shackles on his arms stretched them out to the length they were now as well as making his neck a bit longer as well as his torso. His hands had morphed due to crusted water that melted into him forming his rigid claws. He was later found by Tes and Rat's old captain, he swore to be a weapon for the ship and now he was in use. To him this was a good thing, saving his friend. Walking up the steps he jumped high and reached up gripping the ledge pulling himself up. Standing on the barrack wall he looked down, searching for Blacksmith he saw him dart towards the shadows. Screaming he drew attention to himself and jumped down. His elbows arched high over his back as he landed in a crouch, the fingers were dug directly into the ground as he pushed upward with his legs. Pulling out two blocks of compacted pebbles and dirt, he grinned and flung one at a group of three, shattering into them they toppled over. They were bleeding profusely as were the second group he knocked down. Growling he lifted his arms and hissed nonstop as he came at them like a spinning top of death. The hissing never stopped as he spun at the men. Hacking them to bits. Arms, legs, heads, body parts of all types flew everywhere spraying blood all around - all men screaming as he mowed them down. Soon as he was down he slowed and looked around. Covered in gore the male laughed and walked on, dragging his bloody hands on the ground as he went into the building. Looking for Miro, that was his task. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: Black">Walking down the road with Butcher, Johnson twirled the hammer in hand as he walked. His eyes narrowed so thin his eyes were black. The hammer head glowed white hot as he walked, his boots leaving scorch marks as he snuck inside. All the while his comrade distracted them. Walking by a fountain he chuckled as he saw the shadowy figure of the dead man coming to the surface. Though being shot in the arm he turned his gaze and pulled the bullet out. Tossing it up in the air it turned into a fat long horse nail. Using the head of his hammer like a bat he swung with one arm, smacking the nail at the man, it embedded in his skull and nailed him to the wall. He was screaming as the nail was hot. He took the gun and emptied it, forming nails from them he nailed ten others to the wall all screaming for two minutes before Rigor Mortis took them to make them flail then lay limp. Walking down the hall he soon began to check each cell as he awaited the arrival of Ian soon stopping before Miro's cell he knelt down and began to work at the lock. Slowly to give Ian, also known as Navy, time to get there.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy"><span style="font-style: italic">Swimming and swimming the male soon cast a portal over him. Swimming up he saw the night sky getting closer as well as the face of an old  friend. The military ran about screaming demons were attacking but all fell still as it began to rain hard. A pale hand reached up and out, gripping the edge of the fountain, the other hand followed and the men stopped as they saw the fountain begin to overflow. Pushing up a figure most men never seen before till now rose from the water, dripping water as well as his head low. One noticed the outfit he wore and yelled, "It's the ghost of Calligo Cove!!" The figure reached to his sword at his hip and drew it. Suddenly a man slumped forward, dead. Ian's arm reverted back inside to look normal before looking up, "Down, with Navy." He lifted his arm and slashed out, his arm stretching out like water, cutting them all in half. Stepping from the fountain he left the yard and began to walk towards the quarter. Seeing a figure he recognized he trudged through the halls, leaving pools of water from each step. Stopping by the open door he sheathed the sword, "Commander Franklin, the killer of An innocent officer. How is it?" Franklin looked up and near screamed at the sight of Ian, "How?! The sea ate you!"<br/>"That same sea sent me to bring back someone."<br/>"No! This is not right! He knew what you said all those years ago!"<br/>"Did he now? Glad he agrees." He pulled out a gun and aimed at Franklin, firing but only shot him in the shoulder, "Next time is your skull." He said and vanished into mist. Soon coming up to Blacksmith to free Miro.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Blacksmith opened the door for Ian who came into the cell, seeing Miro in a ball he picked him up and sighed. Holding him close he carried him out in his arms, "Damn you Franklin... It's alright Miro. Tes sent some help. As did the sea." He said softly and began to leave with Butcher and Blacksmith. Navy led them out to the street, both marionettes following. </span>