It had been a very busy day for the raven headed man. A lot of travelers had been coming and purchase a lot of weaponry, almost every weapon sold Butch had made a lot of money. Being a blacksmith had it's highlights: 1. you get a pretty good workout, 2. forging weapons is hard work so you build up some muscles and 3. whenever travelers come they almost all the time buy weapons. And another good thing (maybe) is that Butch is the only blacksmith in the small island.

Butch was about to close the shop for the day, when a short elderly lady came inside. There were not many merchandise left, maybe 10-15 different ones but that's all.

''Excuse me young man, could you please show me that dagger over there?'' said the lady and she pointed at the beautifully crafted dagger on the top shelf, out of reach for the short elderly. The green eyed man nodded and took the dagger off of the shelf with ease and carefully handed it to the women with a small smile.''Thank you. Did you craft this? It's very beautiful a shame to buy it!''

''Thank you ma'am!'' he said with a proud smile and a bit of pink dusted his cheeks. The old lady admired the detail of it, the pattern and design of the blade was beautiful and the weight wasn't to heavy nor to light, it was just perfect. Butch was waiting patiently but also at the same time nervously. The old lady looked up and smiled at the man.

''I'll take it!''

The girls had split up once they made it to the town. Bubbles to search for more medicine and treatment merchandise, Buttercup to do whatever and Blossom was just wondering around. It had been a long time since she had last lay a foot on land. Almost a year even. It's true that the others have been on land for many times in the year, it's just Blossom and the captain who are usually still onboard.

''I'll take it!'' an elderly voice said that came from a blacksmith shop, it seemed interesting enough to get Blossom's attention, so the navigator decided to go and take a look. She needed a new dagger anyway, the last kind of broke when they fought some pirate named Mojo Jojo (or whatever) and his so called crew.

As the redhead stepped in the shop she was greeted by the smell of oil and metal. The room was very warm. ' Must be hell working in such a hot room in summer..' thought the girl as she went to the shelves where the last remaining weapons remained although she didn't see any daggers. Looking around she noticed the old lady had already left and the black haired man was throwing more fire wood to the fire.

''Um excuse me?''

The man looked towards the navigator of the pirate ship.

''Yes?''

''Um, do you have anymore daggers? I don't seem to spot one.'' Blossom said witch somewhat came out coldly said. It's not her fault that she get's so nervous she sounds bitchily cold. He raised his brow, but shook it off and said that they did not have anymore the woman that just left bought the last one.

''Okay, thank you, have a nice day.'' Blossomed left the shop and but she had noticed that the rest of the forged weaponry was very nicely done and that caught her attention. 'Interesting.' she thought as she smirked to herself and made a mental note to come here later to 'pay a visit' to the blacksmith.

Butch had an uneasy feeling about the girl who was here just a few seconds ago. She gave him the chills, the girl had this icy look in her eyes and the way she smirked devilishly as she left the shop was alarming to the blacksmith.

''I'll never understand women..'' he muttered as he counted the money he had earned that day. When done he decided it was time to go to the second floor and knocked on the wooden door on the left. Hearing a faint 'Come in' he entered and was met by a woman in her 40's sitting on a bed covered by a blanket and looking out the window. The women had long black hair and dark brown eyes and sickly white skin.

''Hey mum.'' Butch said as he went to the bed smiling gently at the women he dubbed as his mother. ''How ya feeling?'' The woman looked at her son and smiled gently.

''I'm great Butch, thanks for asking.'' answered the woman. Her name was Flora Forest the mother of Butch Forest and the wife of the late Marcus Forest a legendary blacksmith. Flora was horribly sick and didn't have much time left, although the two knew that, Flora doesn't want to worry her only son and make him work himself to the bone. So she decided to not say anything even though she's slowly dying everyday. ''Have you eaten Anything yet?''

''No not yet mum. I was just about to go and get something. Do you want me to bring you something?''

''No need Butch, miss Patricia came a little while ago and brought me some food, her famous chicken-pot-pie.'' Flora said smiling a little, her son smiled at her and nodded his head bye and left the room. Flora's smile vanished and a sad look was on instead. ''I'm sorry Butch...'' tears started to form in her dark brown eyes ''I'm so sorry for leaving you alone...*hic* I'm so sorry..'' she said as she put her face in her small hands and started to cry.

Butch was behind the door leaning against it and his head low, both his hands in fists and shaking. His eyes stung and he was biting his lip to fight back the tears, he couldn't hold them back anymore and quietly started to sob. His back against the wooden door, slid down to the ground and buried his head in his hands.