Chow down! Complications multiply!

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Hot, Hot, hot!'

Torin shook his had quickly as the steam began to eject from the attack, unfortunately he hadn't exactly figured out that kink yet, as the super heated steam burnt his knuckles. He shook violently enough to through the self-destructive mechanism off his hand, though besides his burning flesh he was satisfied with what he had been working on since they left Fuschia, though his prototype was now crumbling in on itself it none-the-less sent Cant Count soaring into the sky with better results than Torin has predicted, he honesty thought it wouldn't work all together. Torin looked to the sky, pulling back his helmet and shielding his eyes as he tried to catch glimpse of Counts falling body, all he saw was the sun and a constant glint from the sky. This single glint soon multiplied, as Torin couldn't help but frown and screech as protractors and circles began to almost rain from the sky, lodging into the platform.

'Ah! Ee! Ooh! Aah!~' Torin decided every quick limb thrust to another direction as a protector or general circular like measuring thing barely missed him too many times for comfort. Torin was eventually reduce to catapulting himself backwards, as the rain of sharp objects was eventually met by Count, his compass straight out in front of him he landed, stuck into the platform as he resumed his handstand on the handle of the weapon, looking up to Torin as he grinned, a few of his giant teeth missing from his mouth. 'You know for such a small bounty, you have quite a strength about you.' Torin wipes his still bleeding nose as he moves back into stance. 'Well I got bored one day, one of my crew figured it would be a funny idea to get a bounty.' Torin grinned, making it sound as if it was such an insignificant thing. 'How nice of you to give me a spare three million beri.' Torin clenched his fists as Count unmounted his compass, snapping it in half as another point, much bigger than the first popped out of the inside.

'Perfect circle boomerangs!' Count threw them both out like spin tops as they began to hover around in everything but a circle, though Torin had presumed that much. Despite it all he couldn't react fast enough, as the two compass points swiped away at his arms and body as he tried to retaliate against the illusionary spin of the weapons, trying to reflect one when really its attacking somewhere else. 'You think you could amount to me!? I'm going to be one of the greatest Captains who ever lived! You are but a obstacle in my easy path to fame!' Torin went to advance only for one to swipe a clean cut wound into his calf, bringing him down to one knee as the Compasses returned to their owner, as he clicked them back to a single pointed weapon. Walking over to the wound clutching Torin, who has just about had enough of taking wounds every single place he goes, Count uses his compass to raise Torin's head, tipping off his helmet. 'You aren't ready for this world Digger boy..' Torin glared and and gritted his teeth as Count looked to his two crew mates under siege from his own personal army. 'Once my crew have been finished off which I presume they will.. I will be once again unmatched.. And I feel If I don't get to live.. neither should anyone else..'

Count clicked his fingers on his free hand as some crew from his ship pulled up a large clock, as it began to tick down. The numbers were once again completely random, having no estimate as to how much time they have. 'Once this strikes a third chime my boat in all its gun power glory will explode, and take this stupid restaurant down with it. You have truly opened my eyes digger boy, I have such potential, why not take it to say? The grand line?' Torin chuckled at the thought, this man had gone power hungry and his suicidal tendencies have clearly weighed over his sense of reality. Torin's blood began to pour down his neck as the point from the compass pressed harder and harder against his skin. 'Captain..' Count looked down to Torin who attempted to speak with a sharp object against his Adam's apple. 'The names Hard Hat..' Torin seemed to vanish out of view, as he grabbed the compass, pushing up the weapon in the over-confident captains hands, skidded across the floor as he flicked his helmet back onto his head. The Counts eyes widened as the scene went quiet.

'Aaaah!' Count screamed as Torin had literally swung himself into the Counts legs, and head butting him in the crotch. In the agony he almost lost his footing, as Torin bent back as he used Counts falling force to jam the compass into the disfigured platform, the count falling against the compass for support as Torin hopped up behind him. 'Seven! Forty two! Ninety Nine! Sixty three!' Torin stood with a grin as the four cannons aimed directly at him, firing in order as he hopped back and onto the currently crying Count as he hopped off in front of him instead. And watched as the four cannon balls smashed into the Counts back one by one, the Compass planted into the platform playing as a immovable object as instead of flying the Count simply repeatedly smashed into his weapon from the impact of the cannon balls. Before sliding down onto the floor.

'Must be quite aggravating when you cant count on your own ship to save you..' Torin grabbed his shovel from his back, dislodging the compass weapon as he hauled it over his shoulder. 'Thanks for the gift..' Count was amazingly still alive, though his spine had been so battered he could hardly breathe let alone move. Torin turned to the units who kept his crew mates at bay, and then it dawned on him that Count did say his ship was going to explode in a random alloted time which he called a 'timer'

'Fooox!~ Get rid of that ship!'

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“I won’t be *pant* the only one... to go down here!”

Breathing heavily Taro forced himself back to his feet, pulling the protractor from his thigh, his eyes narrowed in pain. He felt as if he’d ran through a forest of giant thorns, but male competiveness and pride forced the musician to get back up, he couldn’t be the only one down, no way.

First thing to deal with was the calculator. Although off, his constant cries of “SOMEONE TURN ME ON!” made Taro realise that may just happen. Half-limping over to the fallen piece of hardware, the calculator guy began to yell. “What are you doing!? HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Ignoring the pleas of his irritating adversary, Taro flipped his opponent onto his front. Then reaching around, he found the on switch. Mustering what little energy reserves he had left, the musician moved quickly. Giving his button coated opponent no time to react, he leapt upwards and quickly brought the full weight of his body stamping into the back of calculator armour. A series of clicks could be heard, the sound of all the buttons being pushed at once, followed by the strained whirring of machinery. “Hey look! Push all the buttons at the same time and I don’t hear any stupid rhyme?”

KA-BOOOOM!

The strained armour released everything it had at once directly into the floor, the force of which sent the calculator guy soaring into the air and in extension the young, ‘but ever so awesome’ pirate, riding on his back as well. Taro took the opportunity to check on his Nakama. Taro watched in silent appreciation, with perhaps just a degree of envy as Darius sliced through a portion of the Secret Calculatron Squad. In one quick spurt he took out what Taro estimated to be fifteen men. Combined with the four, well now five Taro himself had taken out, that left about fifteen guys. The remainder included the protractor douche and the pencil swordsman.

The calculator armour at this moment chose to split in half, releasing two giant sized disc batteries and a large half naked man. Not taking the time to ponder why his opponent wore only his pants in that armour, the musician could tell the descent was about to begin. Before which, he wanted to check on how Torin was doing.

Amazingly it seemed he’d taken Can’t Count out single-handed. However, over the sound of battle Taro made out a command “Fooox! Get rid of that ship!”

Picking up on the fact something was defiantly wrong, it was clear there was a sense of urgency in Torin’s voice. It was true Darius was the only one capable of moving that ship, so the only thing left for Taro to do was make sure Darius faced as little opposition as possible.

The descent had kicked in now and Taro began to plummet back towards the Baratie battle platform. Grabbing a falling battery the fast thinking guitarist came up with an alteration of one of his finishing moves. Entering his signature position Taro began to somersault and with the added weight of the massive disc-shaped battery he was holding, he was picking up serious momentum. This was going to be a big one, the additional momentum combined with massive height allowed Taro to rotate much more than usual. Then when close enough to insure a degree of accuracy Taro released the battery as it fired off towards the group.

C L O N K!

The disc collided directly with the skull of the protractor thrower, sending him spiralling off into the air with the look of a man who was almost as shocked about the surprise attack as he was about the fact his head was defiantly shorter and more flat than it was just a moment prior. The disc crashed into the battle platform with such velocity it sent splinters of wood firing up into the air, it was deeply imbedded. Looking up another man was about to get a surprise, for the short man wielding plus sign nun chuck was also struck, accept due to the fact he’d looked upwards, he was struck in the face. Taro’s hands were linked firmly as they sent another math fighter crashing to the ground. The rest of the group had backed off to avoid the giant battery and the debris that ensued.

Now only the pencil swordsman stood in Darius’ path. The others were the other side of Taro, who was now breathing heavily on one knee, just to the back of his Nakama. “Go... I think the ships going to explode or fire at us or something, I’ll hold these goons off.” Always one to talk bigger than he felt, Taro’s vision began to blur, ‘I though there were like... ten left... why do I see thirty...’ Breathing heavily he glared at the remainder of the squad, waiting for them to make a move.

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The Beat Down: A finishing move, consisting of a series of forward somersaults performed with both hands over head and linked together to form the place of impact. The more somersaults performed the faster and therefore stronger the hit. However, more distance is required and therefore more warning and period for evasion is provided.

[Cirrus]

(OOC: I guess my muse is back)

A number of bewildering things transpired before his eyes, and Darius was powerless to stop them. Firstly, Taro seemed to have found some extra energy and deftly wiped out a good portion of Cant Count's crew. Then, after somehow finding a giant battery, the crew's musician lobbed it in Darius' direction, managing to take out a few loitering goons in his vicinity. Luckily, Darius' foe was left unscathed.

"Look's like I'll have to take ya down...sword to sword. Don't hold anythin' back...do you hear me? GIVE IT 110 PERCENT!"

And with that the battle began. The two participants were wordless as they danced the dance of death, weapons clashing off of each other with such force that the wanton energy of the collision depressed the platform down slightly. Aera sung as it bounced off of the man's pencils. Surprisingly they didn't snap as Darius had expected. In fact, they were holding up just as well as any sword would.

Jumping backwards as to take a breather, Darius studied his opponent a little more. He was an athletic looking scamp, who had nary a mark on him. This surprised Darius, as he had a few nicks on his ears where his defence hadn't been quite tight enough.

He was losing.

Going at the man again, the swordsman decided to up his level even more. Placing an arrow on Aera that faced the ground, Darius ran at his adversary with a pace that made him seem to blur. The effects of hiis devil fruit had activated in the meantime, and the Odachi began a hellish onslaught of downward strikes, each with more force than the last. Darius' enemy was okay for the first three strikes, then things started to go downhill. The fourth slice dented the pencil. The fifth snapped all of the pencils on one hand off, as well as making the man's wrist make an ominous sound. He gave an odious wail after that, only just remembering to put up another hand to block. This time Aera sawed clean through the man's weapons, leaving steam billowing from the now useless ends left in the man's hands.

At this point the battle descended into a bloodbath, with the man putting forward his bare arms to block. Darius was horrified at this, but thanks to his devil fruit couldn't stop slashing until he got some form of liquid onto the arrow. Unfortunately, his opponent was the closest source.

THUD!

One arm fell off, cut down mercilessly by the unforgiving blade of Aera. Before the Odachi had been giving off an air of self-satisfied benevolence, but now that had turned into an evil malevolence. If the sword had a face it would be smiling deviously as it made quick work of the rest of Darius' opponent.

THUD!

Another arm.

THUD!
THUD!

The final thud was the last. The deed was done. The man had been executed. Enough blood had gotten onto Aera to stop the assault, but by that time the damage had been done. Darius stared long and hard into the cadaver of his enemy, and felt a strong pain in his gut now. It wasn't guilt; Darius had killed before - this was more a realisation. This life, this life of pirates, it wasn't all adventures and treasure and fame. This life was full of resentment and death and disappointment. Things didn't turn out the way they should. You had to move on, and get over it.

Tough shit...I guess.

Darius barely even heard Torin shout something about helping. As the world around him raged on, the man with the epithet of "Stripe Jacket" had for once slowed down.

A protractor flew in his direction, and he nonchalantly caught it in one hand. The pain as the point dug into his flesh registered, and that is what saved him. Darius was brought right back into the real world. Realising that his crew needed him, the swordsman looked up.

'Fooox!~ Get rid of that ship!'

Instinctively, Darius' neck snapped to the left to see what his presumed target was. It was a pretty big boat, a Man of War or thereabouts would be a good guess as to its type. Cracking his knuckles in anticipation of the challenge ahead, Darius got to work.

"No problem!"

Using the technique known as Zoom, Darius appeared next to the ship. Immediately the cannons were aimed at him, but the swordsman was too fast. He simply placed arrows on the cannons and sent them flying away like deadly projectiles. With the immediate danger gone, Darius could focus for the big task. Breathing deeply, Darius pushed the boat a little with small arrows. He would appear not to know what he was doing, when in reality it was a safety precaution. Giving the thumbs up signal to his nakama behind him

Darius jumped.




While falling he thrust both hands onto the side of the boat. He needed to get down next to the hull or this wasn't going to work. The friction between his hands and the wooden ship burnt him a little, but Darius remained focused.

Closer..closer...NOW!

With all of his might Darius pushed his hands further into the hull of Cant Count's ship. A huge red arrow, much larger than anyone on the Baratie, appeared on the side of the boat. It glowed for a second, then took effect. Almost instantly the ship disappeared, no noise, not even a whimper. The more knowledgeable members on board the floating restaurant might have presumed it was one of the Shichibukai saving them had it not been so obvious that that was not the case. Then the boat reappeared on the horizon, still moving swiftly like a bullet. It hadn't touched the sea yet, but the drag was enough to whip the ocean around it into brief choppy conditions.

Darius would have smiled at his handiwork if it weren't for one glaring problem.


He was still falling.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

[OOC: Sorry If I didn't get your positioning right Darius.]

'Surprise attack!'

Torin seemed to feel like yelling as he fell back to aid his crew mates, they seem to have easily taken down the larger scale of these minions while he finished off Count, and to be honest they looked harder than he first presumed as they ran past him to engage the others. Though his adrenaline was pumping and he knew he had to give Darius a little time to get to that ship before it blew this part of the ocean to kingdom come. Drawing his shovel as he smacked one of the unsuspecting squad with all its reinforced metallic glory, before jabbing him in the neck to paralysis for safe measure as he continued to swing base and disable those who notice their captain had been defeated. He hadn't noticed the entire time but they had a crowd, as what looked like the lead chef and all the customers must have watched the whole ordeal play out. Why the hell didn't they help!?

As the last squad member fell Torin seemed to wave his body about in exhaustion, limply holding his shovel he looked to Taro who seemed to have been through hell and back. Taking the compass which he had held lobbed over his shoulder he slammed it into the ground beside Taro as he patted him on the shoulder with a panting chuckle. 'Nice going there buddy. On the bright side.' He took a quick recollection of the surroundings, even if he had just finished off the odd three or five, a whole 20 large lay around Taro. 'You had a higher body count than I did..' He left the giant compass for Taro to lean on as he began to back away. 'I just beat up some lanky guy with math problems! eh?' He laughed to himself as he turned to Darius to wonder why he hadn't moves yet, looking out towards the boat as he watched him crash into the ship. 'What the hell are you doing! You are supposed to move the ship n-' He had spoken to soon.

He only had to blink to notice the next second that the boat wasn't even visible anymore, I knew he told Darius to get rid of the boat but this was going ahead of the request. The boat appeared on the horizon, it seemed to sat there despite its rapid movements, it looked as if it knew everyone was just waiting for it to go off. 'Thats 'gotta be far enough away right?' Torin stared blankly as he noticed something fall into his view. Was it a chunk of the ship left over or one of the crew falling from it as it moved? Torin's eyes widened as he kicked himself in the ass, jolting himself subconsciously as he rose from his one knee, sprinting towards the edge of the platform as the head of his shovel popped off half-way. 'Fox!'

He swung out his shovel, a small hiss noise echoing over the silent moment as He grabbed the end of the shovel for maximum distance as the small bulb where the shovel head was rocketed from its pole. It swung hooked as it extended its reach, Torin waving it from right to left as the rope crossed over Darius's body. The small lump was quick to react to the rope not keeping up, spinning violently before smacking Darius in the stomach in its final spin. The event was done in seconds, the momentum of the rope going strong as Torin worked with the wave, pulling his rope back as Darius's caught body came close to the platform. The shovel lump smacked back into its socket, as Torin was facing the Baratie now, turning his head just as the sound wave hit the ship. The explosion was huge. The waves in the water were quick to seed under the Baratie as it wobbled up and down, and Torin who was in mid air was caught by the blast, as the cushion of air catapulted him towards the restaurant, and slamming him into the floor.

Torin lay in agony on the destroyed Baratie platform, clutching his head which hurt even with the helmet on as he gripped onto his deeper leg wound thanks to a giant compass. He, for a moment shook off the pain as the restaurants crew and customers stood in awe of the explosion. Torin decided now would be a better time than any for a little lie down, as he placed his shovel over his chest, raising his hand.

'I'm! Okay! For now..'

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Luckily for Taro he didn’t have to do any more fighting, because he was running on empty and his last statement was just hot air. Leaning supportively on the giant compass Torin had kindly left for him, the guitarist let out a large sigh and then began to grin. The celebratory emotions were washed away as a massive explosion radiated from the horizon, even at its distance its shockwave managed to make the entire restaurant shake. Pushed backwards into the supporting compass, the musician’s hair blew wildly backwards. Distracted from the explosion by the pressing issue of clothes, he noticed both his jacket and hat fly past, luckily into the wall of the Baratie.

The aftermath of the explosion faded, the orange hue that lit the sky returned to its natural blue and Taro staggered across the ruined battle platform. As he put his clothes back on a laugh forced itself upon him. The feelings of victory and excitement replaced focus and anxiety and as the last of his adrenaline faded away, Taro staggered towards the Baratie, supporting himself using the wall.

Glancing up he realised the Chefs were looking at him and the crew. It was hard to tell what they were feeling, a few clapped and others smiled, there were a few cheers, but also some had a look closer to contempt. It wasn’t hard to see why, when he thought about it. Try not to damage the ship was what they were told, but immediately Darius had broken a wall. Followed by the battle, Taro had caused a lot of damage to the platform itself and almost smashed through another wall. Meanwhile the Captain of the clumsy bunch had recklessly fired cannons all over the place.

“On... the flipside... we did stop it being destroyed?” Taro offered hesitantly.

Met with a quick fist, Taro was left dazed, small birds seemed to be circling his head.

“You’re the reason he came here anyway, you idiots! But good job kids” an old man offered his smile, he had a long moustache, one leg and, Taro thought, a hat that was just over the top. His expression quickly changed, “But you’re not getting any free food here! Or anything else, your all barred... now take your bounty and get out of here, before I decide to take that aswell!”

The musician just smiled as he headed back to their boat, ‘Guess he has a lot of points... I’m gonna go and rest...’ and still chuckling he turned to his crew and said, “Well I asked for an adventure... good choice Captain... now let’s go get rich.” With that said, the Hard-Hat’s musical prodigy went back on board, and collapsed into a sitting position against the mast. He aleady had a new plan.

[Cirrus]

A rope fell from the side of the Baratie and wrapped around Darius. He was caught, albeit quite painfully, but at least he wasn't plummeting towards the sea at a gazillion miles an hour. Wincing in pain as the rope dug into his stomach. He was being hefted up the side of the ship. From down here Darius had a perfect view of the Count's handiwork. Over on the horizon a large mushroom cloud could be seen, coupled with a feint thud and a flash of light; both signs that the boat had exploded. With all the gunpowder on board Darius thought that the explosion would have been more powerful than that, and his comeuppance for belittling the power of the Count came just in time.

The resulting shockwave from the explosion slammed into his exposed body, straining the rope but not breaking it. Darius was launched like a pendulum into a nauseating arch, coming ever so close to hitting the hull of the floating restaurant before swinging back out to sea. Groaning in annoyance, Darius remained taciturn until he was back on stable ground. The first thing he saw was Torin laying next to one of the many walls of the Baratie. After checking that his captain was okay, Darius looked over to Taro, who was currently chatting to an irate restaurant man about money.

"There...was money for this? AWESOME!"

Running off indoors, Darius looked to take down Cant Count's poster and hand it into the authorities. It was at this point when he stopped and looked around.

That door wasn't there before, was it?

He was lost.

(OOC: Sorry to drag this on a little, but I was in a rush so I wanted at least one more post to make up for this shamefully short one)

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Okay.. Slowly.. Slo- Ow..'

Torin slumped back into a heap after the second quiet attempt to get up. finally using his head he pulled himself up by slamming his shovel back into the platform, it was messed up enough as it was, whats another broken piece of wood in a wasteland of the stuff? He got to his feet, brushing himself off from the dust cloud of the explosion. So far away yet still able to cause a mess. He looked to Darius who was thankfully in one piece despite the obvious hard landing. Taro seemed to be talking to a guy with an insanely large chef hat. Torin simply could not fathom the sheer awesomeness of that hat. He hobbled over, with the only question about his hat being in his mind. Taro was soon ka-punched by the old man, and Torin began to hesitate questioning him anymore, though it was too late.

'And you!' The man yelled as declaring them barred. 'You brought a mad man onto my ship, and were stupid enough to face him single handedly!' Torin didn't have time to escape as the man walked towards him! He couldn't hobble fast enough even if that guy had a stick leg! He was doomed! He opened his eyes to see that the man has simply placed a hand on his shoulder, that wasn't that bad. 'But you fought him well, I'm impressed.' Torin grinned in a childish manner, he knew who the owner was even if he didn't remember his name. 'But your still Barred!' He knew he had gotten off too easily, as a fist connected with his face in a flash, Torin determined to make an array of silly noises as he collapsed on the floor.

'Ow! Got dammit you Old geezer! I'm Cut a bruised and so you punch me.. Oooow~' The man chuckled under his breath as he walked back into the restaurant. 'Don't forget to pick up your friend, I don't want his body smelling up the place.' Torin had almost forgotten the unconscious Count on the floor, with a engraved cannon ball marking his his back. 'This guy better not be heavy.' He slowly edge over to him, taking out his shovel he poked him a few times with a fascinated look on his face. The body twitched and reach out as Torin went pale, screaming he smacked Count back over the head with his shovel before panting heavily. 'Oh, hes not dead... I wonder if we get more money because of this..' He whistled as he threw the tall man over his shoulders barely, looking up to Taro as he motion throwing him. 'Catch the Bounty!' He threw the man up, expecting Taro to catch it he made his way onto the boat.

It took a while for the pain to take yield but once he noticed it, it hurt. a lot. 'Uuuugh~ Taro I cant take this stupid injury-to-conflict- ratio. This is duuumb~' He rolled around on the floor, looking over at the Count who he had tied to the mast when he got on. 'So what do you suppose we should do now? I mean we 'gotta give him in but.., we are pirates..' Torin throughly stated the obvious before dragging himself into one of the ship rooms, dragging himself out with medical supplies as he dragged himself to Taro, poking his shin as he eventually decided to stand up. He began to patch up Taro's wounds with numerous substances and dressings, almost subconsciously. When underground there will be no help if you are alone, and if someone needs your help you have to be able to do it blindfolded.. Well, considering they can tell you where they are injured but.. thats not the point.

'Theres a marine base on Shall island, so I guess thats best. Just how to get there.. and give him in without being butchered..' He made a very unamused face and threw an empty bottle at the now slightly awake and groaning Count.

'Will you shut up!?'
The bottle was super effective, he was out cold once more.

[Deleted]

'I am not writing any songs about this adventure... one more maths rhyme and I will swear to g-- what the hell?'

"Catch the bounty!"

Taro just managed to roll out of the way as the ridiculous face of Can’t Count came zooming towards him. With a thud, the presumably still unconscious enemy was now certainly unconscious; Can’t Count collided with the mast.

His Captain proceeded to ask him how they were supposed to claim a bounty as wanted pirates. Taro had already thought this through. “Here’s the plan;” he began.
“It’s true we’re wanted, after this probably more so. However, as far as we know and hopefully anyone else knows... Darius has yet to be given one. Using this fact, we can have Darius not only hand Can’t Count in, but us as well. If we pull it off, Darius should get the money... as we burst free from our phoney constraints. Fighting the marines off, we make it back to the ship; with the eight mil for Can’t Count, and a further five for us combined. It’s risky, but if we pull it off not only will we have thirteen million, but we will also be the pirates that collected their own bounties.”

Wincing as the Captain finished bandaging him up, after treating his wounds; Taro was glad to have someone with at least a little medical knowledge on board. Satisfied with his plan, he looked at Torin for confirmation that this was indeed as brilliant, as he himself thought it was. Then looking around he noticed something. “Dude... where the hell is Darius?”

[Cirrus]

I would like to say Darius did the sensible thing and retraced his steps, taking note of passageways he had traversed before and found his way cleanly and efficiently back to the dining hall, from which he made his way to the boat and joined Torin and Taro. But he didn't. No, what Darius did was the complete opposite of anything a logical person would do. In fact, it was wholly irrational and I would not recommend it. What Darius did, was run around screaming 'I'M LOOOOOOOOOOOST OMGOD OMGOD OMGOD I'M LOOOOOOOOOOOOOST'.

In short, he panicked.

In his haphazard sprint of most of the corridors of the Baratie, during which Darius knocked over dinner carts and broke doors and ran into walls, the man with the epithet of "Stripe Jacket" actually managed to find himself in the post office. Had it not been for Darius stark lack of sense, he would have handed in the poster, requested his beri be sent by the mail and then asked for directions. Unfortunately, Darius lacked the rare ability of common sense, and thus, he ran into the room, did a few laps and ran out again, screaming as he went. It would seem that his sugar rush had kicked in.

Eventually, since the Baratie only had a finite amount of space within it, Darius managed to run down a path he had before. Recognising this by virtue of the huge food splatter along the walls reading 'OMGOD I'M LOOOST' the swordsman stopped for a few seconds to gain his bearings.

"This would be so much easier...if I broke stuff."

Deciding that this was a viable plan, Darius set it into action. Placing arrows facing left on as many walls as he could, Darius soon that he was in an even less navigable position than last time; all the corridors had become piles of rubble. Sighing and just climbing to the top of the pile, Darius began to realise just how huge this floating restaurant was. He had demolished a few sections of it and no one seemed to bat an eyelid. That was of course, until the staff would come through, at which point they would request the swordman's head on a platter. It would be easy to work out who the culprit was because Darius had thought it was funny to squirt his name in condiments on a few rocks.

At the top of the rubble pile Darius could see the ship. Clapping his hands in delight, he ran towards it, his image disappearing and reappearing randomly as he utilised his devil fruit at a much weaker capacity. He was beginning to tire; a long day of fighting had yielded...well not too much actually. All Darius had learned was that his nakama were always there for him - that was evidenced by Torin's split second reaction to the swordsman seeming to have no way to get back onto the Baratie.

Appearing right next to Taro, Darius was able to catch the last few parts of his conversation.

"...thirteen million, but we will also be the pirates that collected their own bounties...Dude... where the hell is Darius?”

Tapping the musician on the shoulder, Darius let him know that he was there.

"Bro...I got lost...couldn't find the place...let's just turn 'im in at the next island, this place is too big."

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'13 Million at the least too, shell island is a distance. We could have been upped in the market by the time we arrive.'

Torin tightly pulled at Taro's last bandage as he took a step back and folded his arms, almost appreciating his work on Taro like a piece of art. 'And to think I could actually get better at this..' He chuckled to himself as he moved to prepare the ship, preparing it all but the sail to move it Torin was ready to sit back and enjoy the thankfully calm sea, surprising after Counts boat caused such a stir. He couldn't help but think something was missing, though it dawned on him that Taro had already answered that question. Giving a quick glance around the ship, then towards the restaurant once more he scratched his helmet. He was there a moment ago, where could he have wandered off to. 'Hell.. Where is Fox indeed.'

He was about to call out for him in a childish manner until the unthinkable happened. Torin simply starring in disbelief as half of the Baratie began to tumble in on itself. 'What the.. Did we miss an explosive or something!?' Torin's look of fear not only for the people inside but his neck when the Old man saw this, was quickly removed and replaced with a look of unamusement. 'Are you serious..' From the caved in right side of the restaurant popped out a boy wearing a stripped jacket. Torin wasn't as much annoyed at him for breaking the place, but breaking a place which is filled with angry pirate chefs. He would have turned that calling out to him into a screaming of cuss words if he had not zoomed back onto the ship. 'What the hell were you thinking!?'

Darius used the idea of being lost. Something which oddly enough struck Torin, an insane person himself, as insane-er. He wasn't sure what to say. Tell Darius he was a complete idiot for breaking half of the restaurant that they could have redeemed themselves in? And got free pineapple based food forever.. for free!? He didn't have time for that, as he heard yells and screams as people began to notice that half the damn restaurant had fallen down. 'Oh I swear Fox if they come out here looking for us, I'm throwing you to them.' Torin mumbled in annoyance as he quickly moved to bring the sail down, hopping up to the steering deck as he brought the boat out into open water. 'Oh god dammit the compass!'

He wanted it, though there is stood in the Baratie fold-out platform. 'I can do this..' And so he did, jumping off the side of the ship he landed in a fumble, a slip and a fall. Looking up to realize he had landed right in front of it he ignore the little idiotic spell he had from his weak limbs. Pulling out the compass he prepared his shovel to bring him back to the ship, when he heard a very peeved off voice behind him. 'Digger Boy if you don't come back here some day with money for this restaurant! I will personally kick your ass!' The chef wailed as his crew mimicked behind him. Torin who had barely gotten back onto the ship peeked over the back railings, letting out a single cry which was his version of saying goodbye.

'It was totally Fox's fault!'
'... And it's Hard-Hat Dammit!'

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With the crews first battle under their, belt their knowledge of each others power and trust in one another had only just begun to unfold. Torin using his medical skills managed to support himself and his two Nakama to health rather quickly, as they traveled across the east blue towards the former marine island of Captain Axe-hand, and to obtain their reward for defeating the 'notorious' Captain Count and his minions. Plotting their next plan of action as the shell island drew ever closer, and the Hard-Hats Taro's anticipation to carry out his plan crew stronger and stronger. As the Hard-Hat's adventures continue!