Kona looked at him and shrugged. He smiled a bit. â€œWell if that is the case Miro will come to realize it. He is smart.â€ He said softly. He chuckled a bit but it was a dry laugh. Looking at him. â€œFlippered friend. Heh...that is amusing.â€ He took the drink and downed it fairly quickly. Getting another drink then another. He could handle his alcohol. He looked at Syn and shook his head. â€œNah. I think heâ€™d like you Syn. He always weird like that. Liking things that would scare most people. I could see you and him being friends. Now if it was your girlfriend yeah...heâ€™d be scared of her. He wouldnâ€™t like her at first until he had studied her a long time. Ikol got studied quite a bit before I learned why Miro was nervous around her. Yet they became friends fast. I was surprised since Miro is hesitant and terrified of women because of some woman telling him he was her â€œtreasureâ€ and being evil to him. I wanted to kill her for treating him that way. Miro said the sea killed her already. He always says the sea talks to him. Now it makes sense.â€ He downed yet another drink. He was on his sixth drink as well and starting to get tipsy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Miro whimpered as he was in so much pain. His vision blurred repeatedly and his arm was killing him. It laid at an odd angle and the shoulder was aching greatly because of it. He whimpered more as he heard what the man said. He wasnâ€™t insolent. He was just defient. He would never tell Franklin what he wanted to know about the pirates. Fading in and out of consciousness as he fought to stay aware. He screamed in pain when he was grabbed up by his shoulders. Crying out in extreme pain as he was held by them, especially the one of his broken arm, and whimpered from pain. Screaming out and groaned in pain. He opened his eyes even though one was slightly swollen. â€œNowhere...I feel it...â€ He said in a weak voice. â€œYou will die...by the sea...you evil...man. It will...show you revenge...for all the evil you do.â€ He coughed up blood and a trail of it trickled down the side of his mouth. Whimpering and groaning in pain he slumped forwards a bit. â€œDown...with...the...navy...die psycho...pale skinnned...liver...fishhead.â€ He groaned and cried in pain. Still he defied this man. Still he refused to tell him about the pirates. Thankfully the man hadnâ€™t asked anything else about them. He wouldnâ€™t have told him nothing. He refused to tell him anything against his family.</span>