Kona looked at Syn. â€œHeh...he likes to swim so youâ€™ll probably find him in the water.â€ He said with a laugh. He rubbed the back of his head. â€œHe likes making friends after he studies you and evaluates you for a bit.â€ He said honestly. He merely shrugged. â€œSorry dude...just know as your friend she meant no offense.â€ He grinned a bit. â€œSounds awesome Syn. Iâ€™ll hold you to it.â€ He said. Watching Ikol crash into Syn slightly. â€œLooks like its time to get her back.â€ He said. Downing his glass of alcohol that remained. Then stood up. Watching Syn mostly carry Ikol and followed. Knowing they were probably going to have a hangover the next day. It would be so worth it though. Now he felt completely and utterly calm. No anger flowing from him whatsoever. He had the strangest feeling their friend would be back. As well as that the Navy would be regretting kidnapping him. If he could see that man who kidnapped Miro...heâ€™d punch him in his fucking face. That angry thought soon fled. He watched Syn set Ikol on a barrel and took to leaning against a barrel. â€œLater Syn.â€ he called out. Closing his eyes and just stayed protectively by his other good friend Ikol. He was drunk but not overly so. Right now he felt sheer and utter calm.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Miro began to hear screams from the Navy men. His eyes opening weakly but didnâ€™t focus. The pain sharp and staggering. He curled into a ball as best he could. The bone of his rib poking out of the skin just a tiny bit. Still it hurt like hell. It would need bracing in order for it to hell properly. Would need to be pushed into place which would hurt like hell. He couldnâ€™t focus. His gaze latched onto the door when he heard scraping sounds. Was Franklin back? Back to beat him up more? Back to interrogate him more? The worry caused him to whimper. He still would not tell him anything. No matter how badly he broke his physical form he would not break his defience. At first all he registered was the uniform. The navy uniform caused him to scream. â€œNo more!â€ He cried out. Then his foggy gaze focused in a bit more. Spotting Butcher and Blacksmith. His form whimpering as his shirt was stained with blood where the fractured rib broke through the skin. â€œMy...friends....safe...â€ he whimpered out. Relaxing from how tense he had been and whimpered. â€œDidnâ€™t...tell...him...nothing...â€ he groaned out.<br/><br/>â€œDown...the...navy...went...â€ He whispered.  Whimering and crying out in pain as he was picked up. His gaze fogging over as he started to lose consciousness again. â€œTold him...and them...the sea...would get...them...I warned...them...â€ he said. Sinking into an unconscious state from pain. His formed going limp but he wasnâ€™t dead. His hand fisted in Navyâ€™s shirt. He had a smile on his face now. A weak one filled with pain yet a smile nonetheless. The men that had survived the attack were hiding to avoid joining their friends in death. Miro was safe now so he slipped into the darkness he had been fighting for quite a long time. It had been a few days since he was kidnapped but now he was safe. Now he was going home to his family. To the pirates...who he considered his family.</span>