Kona was looking for Ikol when he turned around. Sighing as he didnâ€™t see her at first. What was she doing over there? Did he see someone that wasnâ€™t on the ship before? Maybe it was a trick of his mind? He noticed that Ikol seemed to be blanking out of the current place. He looked back over the ocean. He was suddenly pulled to facing a guy. He could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes narrowing and the anger returning tenfold. â€œIkol is my best friend. Donâ€™t call her a runt!â€ He growled out viciously. His eyes narrowed and when they opened that burning rage was back with a roaring vengence. He grabbed the hands holding his ass and twisted them until the mans wrists broke. Jerking them forwards and flipped the man onto the deck. Bending the mans arms behind his back until at least one broke. â€œFucker! Donâ€™t talk about my friend that way! And keep your filthy drunk ass hands to yourself.â€ He began punching the guy after turning him around. His fists wailing in on the manâ€™s face, chest and anywhere else he could hit. Grabbing him by his hair and slammed his head into the deck. He growled and cussed at him.<br/><br/>He punched the man with every ounce of his violent anger. Breaking the mans nose and bloodying up his lip. Still he wailed on the man with his fists. Hitting him over and over again. Sitting on the manâ€™s waist and punched him in thre ribs repeatedly. Grabbing the manâ€™s ears and digging his fingers into them until they bled. Soon resuming punching the living daylights out of the asshole who grabbed his ass. Heâ€™d probably end up killing the guy unless someone pulled him off. â€œFilthy. Ass. Mother. Fucker. Touching. Me. I. Will. Make. You. Pay.â€ he said. Each word followed by the impact of his fist.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Miro was trying to pry his hair free of the manâ€™s cruel grip on the strands. His head starting to hurt a bit from the harshness of the hold. He felt the punch crash into his face and screamed in pain. A bruise forming on his cheek as he whimpered from the pain of it. The fist barely missing hitting his nose. He was let go and began falling. Screaming in pain as the next hit impacted before he was able to hit the ground itself. Coughing as it got him right in the gut. Whimpering in pain. His eyes going wide and filling with fear as the man mentioned that dreadful woman. Shaking in terror but still refused to answer him about Ikol. â€œNo hablo English. No hablo English.â€ He coughed out. Trying to curl into a defensive ball. â€œNo. No.â€ he said. Meaning no he didnâ€™t. He didnâ€™t kill his sister the sea did. â€œ "No. El mar matÃ³ a tu hermana. Fue tus hermanas propia culpa." (No. The sea killed your sister. It was your sisters own fault.) Even though the man wouldn't understand it. The meaning was somewhat clear even if he couldn't understand it. He would say it in English if the man pressed him about his sister. He defiantly refused to tell him about Ikol Anything about the pirates.</span>