Patrolling the Waters [Open]

[sabrejustice]

"I figured as much. Truth be told, I was guessing some sort of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. But I really can't claim to know a lot about all that psychology stuff" Sabre remarked, sighing as he leaned back in a chair, picking a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth, but not lighting it out of respect for the doctor. Still, he had to admit, she'd had a pretty terrible life - her homeland destroyed, she was auctioned off as a sex slave to noble scum. He almost spat. Nobles. He always held a low opinion of them. His own father was a hard working Marine who lived in Marineford. They? They were protected by the Marines and the World Government, treated as though they were gods - and why? Because they were supposedly important. Especially those Tenryuubito. His brow furrowed. If he could, he'd lock up every last piece of thrash.

"But I see what you mean. You don't have to worry about her. I'm not a harsh man. To be honest, I'm almost too nice. I've got a secret I plan on taking to my grave, but lets just say she isn't the first criminal I've had sympathies with. She's not going to go somewhere like Impel Down. If anything, that would be worse for her condition. I'll try my best to see if we can find someone who can help her, maybe help her deal with these issues. She's sure as hell not gonna find it here - Lieutenant Sophia may as well be a child and my men aren't exactly suited to that kind of stuff either" he admitted, sighing as he stared back into the doctor's eyes. "To be honest, were it not for the wings, I'd hardly believe a word of the island in the skies. But if there are islands up there... Maybe we can help her back there when all this is over..." he murmured the last part, sighing. Damn, he was too nice. And he'd barely even had half a cigarette all day.

At the mention of money, Sabre sighed. "Fine, fine. My men are a couple of idiots, so I'll reimburse you" he remarked, deciding he was going to start teaching his own men manners from now on to make sure they didn't do anything like this again. He really didn't like the idea of paying everyone he ran into.

[Die]

Now that Lester had departed, things around the ship quieted down. The beaten up Marine men all sat on deck, playing cards and awaiting orders from Sabre. One of them snickered and looked at another Marine, "Hey. That crazy winged chick. Is she hot or what?"

"Yeah," snickered the other Marine. "I cupped a feel trying to bring her out of the basement."

"Nice. I'm surprised she didn't roast you," the first Marine said. "I heard what had happened to the Captain when he tried to stop her."

"Yeah but now I have the injuries to deal with. You and him too," said the second Marine.

"It's all your fault," the third Marine pouted. "You couldn't resist though two bouncing melons. And now I have to pay for it. I think dragging that weapon up screwed my back up too."

"Stop bitchin' and moanin'," jeered the first Marine. The third Marine sighed as they all continued to play cards.

Below deck, the Bilkan girl came to. Her vision coming into focus out of the hazy blur, she awoke groggily. She turned her head from side to side, wondering where she ended up in. It was a Marine ship. Looking down at her wrists, she saw that they had placed Kairouseki handcuffs around them. She had to escape, but she was powerless. Or was she? Estelle reached behind her right ear, pulling out what looked like an ear piercing. Jamming it into the keyhole of the restraints, she tinkered around a bit before it opened and dropped to the floor. Straightening out the piercing, she placed it back on her ear. Rubbing her chafing wrists, she looked around for Freya, but her halberd was nowhere to be seen.

"I have to get out of here..." she whispered to herself. Below deck, Freya shook, and all of a sudden, jets erupted from the tips of the axe blade, propelling the halberd up, and straight through the ceiling of the cargo hold and right next to Estelle. Grasping her faithful weapon, she fired all but one dart upwards. The resulting explosions heavily damaged the main deck, causing parts to collapse down. She then turned to the wall, and placed a hand on it. In an instant, a loud BANG! sounded off, accompanied by the sound of breaking and splintering wood. There was now a very large hole in the side of the ship, though the ship was still sea-worthy. Estelle leaped out of the ship, and took off into the air, escaping at immense speeds. She was gone from the area.

[sabrejustice]

With the doctor hurrying back to his clinic, Sabre let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. Reaching into his pocket, he clasped hold of a metallic object and pulled it out, revealing it to be a lighter. Flipping the cap, he took a few snaps before the flame came up, which he proceeded to raise to the end of his cigarette. Once the tip was lit, he closed the cap and took a drag of his cigarette. Exhaling, the wisps of smoke strayed upwards into the air, whilst he closed his eyes and enjoyed a few moments of peace before he had to stroll back up to the bed where the girl was. Unfortunately for him, whilst he kept his eyes closed, the sound of a great explosion rang down the corridors, with falling wood meeting his ears. The rumble from the shockwaves given off by the bang had shaken the ship a little, but he stayed put in his chair, whilst a Marine suddenly ran in, saluting the Captain before speaking.

"Captain! The-"

"Hold your breath" Sabre spoke, shutting the Marine up at once. "Allow me to take a wild guess - Our prisoner, who may very well possess a form of bi-polar disorder, despite being locked up in Seastone cuffs, has managed to take them off by some means and re-obtain a highly-destructive weapon. She then proceeded to blow a large hole in our ship and escape from the ship whilst our men failed to stop her. Is that somewhere along the lines of what you were about to say?" he remarked, opening his eyes and staring out the corner of them at the Marine. Said Marine proceeded to nod slowly, confirming everything he feared. Sabre sighed, putting his feet down on the floor and standing up as he took another long drag of his cigarette before exhaling.

"Dammit!. I'm really sick of this day" he muttered as he walked out the door. No amount of cigarettes could calm his nerves.