Syn nodded and shook his head, "Not sure if you're right kid. You don't really know me." He sighed and the. Looked startled and Ikol giggled, turning to her she was way past five drinks. Staring at her she giggled again, "You're silly Syn, anyone would like a big old pussy shark." He went pale. Covering his face, muttering. Muttering "Kill me now, she called me a pussy shark". Ikol looked to Kona rubbing her arm smiling at him, "Kinda cute ain't he Syn?" She leaned on the Nymph who groaned, "Seriously he is..." Ikol giggled more and Syn slummed forward, "Lord help us... She's so upset she was weak to the alcohol and got drunk..." He muttered. Ikol tilted her head. Wondering why he was acting so weird. Indeed she was drunk. Syn was upset she called him a pussy shark, even if it was funny and true. He was a Tiger Shark in one form, nothing dirty meant, Ikol only meant he was a tiger shark but it came out wrong.<br/><br/><br/>Waiting and waiting the man growled, hearing more nonsense he spat to the floor. Though the insult made him drop Miro and he snarled, "I don't care for your trickery Siren! Rot in hell!" He screamed and stormed away. Snaring the nearest man he could and dragged him away to beat the shit out of him. Afterwards he was going to go and do chore paper work.<br/><br/><br/>Johnson looked to Tes as he was filled in on what Tes later wanted on the ship. Sighing the male stood and looked at the unconscious Cleaver, "Anything else Captain." He said flatly before walking to the door, Tes sat at his desk and growled. Looking to his desk he spoke, "Blacksmith, forge Darkness." He glared. Johnson stood still and smirked, "As you desire it will be a blood bath." Walking out of the room he began to head down the plank. Reaching behind his head he pulled the nail out and it turned into a long sledge hammer. Gripping it tight he began to head towards the base of the navy. Butcher was in the kitchen sitting on the floor hugging his knees as Rat ranted in broken English to him. The look on Butcher's face was sinister and twisted as he stood and looked to Rat, "I am going to go find Little Buddy." He chuckled and left. Dropping the robe disguise he went up on deck, swaying he walked in a hunched manor towards the plank. Soon catching up with Blacksmith. His knife like fingers twitched and ached, "Butcher will Mince the meats." He grinned and followed Blacksmith all the way to the base.