He mourned for the days when he'd ruled the seas, and conquered island after island. Hawkins had crushed him, well beyond defeat. He'd humiliated him, and taken both of Brownbeard's legs as his reward. Shamed beyond repair, he and his crew had sulked all the way to Punk Hazard, and found refuge there. Granted, he'd been taught an important lesson, but at a very costly price. Luckily, Law had fixed him and his crew, but they were still rehabilitating. He struggled to move his new reptilian legs; they were pushing against his might. The legs were being stubborn, and hadn't budged an inch. It was turning out to be a very bad day. He was one of the last ones to complete his rehabilitation.
"Your bulk requires a bigger moving force," he remembered the gas man saying, "unfortunately, the only force we have in our stock are crocodiles, and they're one of the more difficult ones. You'll just have to deal."
There were some days when he just felt like giving up, and just ending his life right then and there. But his crew needed him. And if there was one thing Basil Hawkins had taught him, it was that camaraderie and friendship were important, and he couldn't abandon his crew just yet.
A.N.: A bit later than usual, but it's here! Tomorrow might be a bit late too, just warning you. Brownbeard turns out to be such a good guy, and that's what I love about him. Anyways, Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated. See you tomorrow for Fukaboshi and Elder Nyon!