Brook hiked up the side of the steep hill, thanks to the rain the path had become muddy. With each step more mud caked itself onto the bottom and sides of his shoe and boot. Making it more heavy as time passed, what was worst, because of his lack of flesh, his shoe kept slipping off.

Glances ahead he follows the rainbow of colours. This would lead him to his captain's new soul.

Gritting his teeth, he pushes forward. The hope of seeing his dead loved one drove him to continue.

Brook pauses once he reached the top, he stares into down the side of the cliff.

The ray of colours went off over the blue sea and into the distance.

Brook turns around and slowly descents. Now he needed a boat.