When I came to, we were still en route to the next island. With no map, we didn't know what the next island was, but that just made for more of an adventure.

I had taken my free time to train, as I felt I had been slacking recently, even though I really hadn't been. I worked on my martial arts form, perfecting everything from my stance to just a simple punch.

I wasn't particularly adept at martial arts, because I was never taught formally, but my self-taught martial arts, paired with my devil fruit still made for quite the combo.

"One, two, one, two," I repeated under my breath, taking my fist from the guard position every one to the extended position every two. I repeated this over a hundred times, trying to work out any kinks in my form. It'd be much more helpful if I could be trained by a martial arts master, but alas, I didn't know anyone.

I switched from my right hand to my left, and repeated it another hundred or so times, then moved on to kicks and then eventually took off my hoodie and shoes to avoid creasing them and started doing push-ups.

My first set was 50 push-ups, and I repeated six times for a total of 300 push-ups, taking only short breaks between sets. Then, I moved on to sit-ups, repeating the same process I did with the push-ups.

I then found a spot that I used for pull-ups and chin-ups, doing 50 of each. I took a short break, had Mayra cook me a bowl of chicken and an egg on a bowl of rice, which I devoured, and then went back to training.

This time, Sake joined me, though I wasn't exactly sure for what.

When I returned to working on my martial arts form, Sake would bark at every punch I threw. This went on for ten minutes before a lightbulb lit up in my head.

I snapped my fingers above his head, making him stand up on his hind legs because he thought I had food. He stood almost 5' tall when he stood on his hind legs. He was quite a large dog for being only a year old at most.

I then went into my fighting position, legs spread apart for balance and my right fist in front of my chin with my left fist ahead, as if preparing to block something.

I turned my head towards Sake, and to my surprise, he mimicked my stance as best as a dog could. I then slowly punched the air, demonstrating the technique and repeated it several times before showcasing the full motion.

That time, though, I noticed a fist imprint fly out from my punch, but it dissipated after flying through the air for just a little. Thinking nothing of it, I turned my attention to Sake, commanding him to repeat my motions. To my surprise, he copied me pretty well.

Seeing this, I decided I would train my dog in martial arts, mostly as a joke, but if he would be able to defend himself, that would be even better.

I showed him a few more moves, even jump-kicks, but his joints wouldn't allow him to do even uppercuts or hooks, so he could only do jabs and jump-kicks as of right now. I rewarded him with treats after every move I deemed he mastered.

"Yo, Captain!" Booth called, having observed me training. "You up for a sparring match?"

He then noticed the dog beside me, in a fighting stance, which confused him to no end. "What's with the dog?"

"He wanted to get stronger," I joked. "And yeah, I'm for sure up for a couple rounds," I answered, putting my shoes back on.

Mayra made us drinks so we could quench our thirst after our sparring matches. The rules were simple, if one of us stepped out of the drawn ring, the other would be deemed the victor.

The ring was drawn on the floor of the ship, with a 15 foot radius to give us ample room to move about. We even had an audience, albeit a lackluster audience consisting of Mayra and my dog. who sat patiently beside her, tongue hanging out while Mayra stroked his fur.

I lost the first two matches, surprisingly. The first one had been rather one sided. I had thrown the first fist, and Booth blocked, then kicked my side with his seastone prosthetic. It was careless of me, and I wasn't taking it too seriously. Seeing this, Booth got angry and told me to take it seriously. So I took the second round more seriously.

The second round was evenly matched until I went for a predictable right hand jab, and he kicked me in the chest, sending me skidding towards the edge of the ring. I was regaining my balance when he swept my legs from underneath me, and sent me out of the ring.

I took a break to take a few sips from my drink. Booth was fuming now. He had noticed that I still wasn't going all out, and it irked him.

The third round is when I decided to take it seriously, and just barely edged out a win after taking advantage of my quick reflexes to dodge or block most of his attacks. His mistake was in using his seastone prosthetic to try and get a kick in, but being that his prosthetic was heavier than his other leg, it was slow and I was able to use my vertical to jump over his kick and then kick him out of the ring. Still, I had a few handicaps. I wasn't using my devil fruit, and my left calf muscle was aching with pain, which showed the gap between us. Sake howled in joy after my win.

The fourth round, I decided to use my devil fruit, and was planning on testing a new technique idea out. It ended in a one sided win without him even landing a hit. I used my powers while throwing a fist, and to my surprise, was able to recreate the fist from earlier. It dissipated into thin air after flying a few feet, just like the last one, leaving Booth to not expect anything, but when it hit just half a second later, he was sent flying out of the ring.

I decided my devil fruit was an unfair advantage, so I just decided to go all out in the last round. Booth, apparently, hadn't been trying as much as he could, but he didn't expect the gap between our strength to be that high, so he compensated for it with going all out from the start of the fifth round.

Immediately, Booth jumped for my weakness, like he would in a fight, which was currently my left leg, which I had avoided using so it could properly heal. I noticed this and jumped back to avoid his kick to my leg that would, but he then dropped to the ground to sweep my legs out from under me.

'Not this time,' I thought, leaping over him to dodge and also getting behind him as a result.

He jumped back up, and I struck his thigh with an open palm, almost allowing me to win, but he adapted and used his opposite leg to jump onto his hands and make distance between us to recover a little.

My eyes sharpened. I tried to analyze and prepare my head to dodge any oncoming attacks, but he put me back on the defense. He went to kick me from the front, but I grabbed his leg and pulled him forward, knocking him to the ground. Less than a second after, he recovered and was already back on his feet.

This time, I wouldn't allow Both to put me back on the defensive. I went for a punch with my left hand to his gut, which he blocked, but he didn't notice it was a distraction for me to get a hard hit into his face. I used the momentum from the first hit to hook him with my left fist and disorient him, if the first hit hadn't already. I continued to send a flurry of punches to him, forcing him to raise his arms to block himself from getting hit.

Still, he didn't take a step out of the ring. Then, he ducked and grabbed my waist, and proceeded to throw me over himself onto my back. I recovered in a heartbeat, but Booth was a step ahead and used his seastone shin to to kick my left calf, making me clench my jaw in pain. It hurt, and there was no doubt it was bleeding again, but it only made me more determined to win.

I put all my weight onto my right leg. My breathing was heavy now, but still, I managed to not get put on the defending end.

I jabbed at Booth's nose and he blocked it but I used that as a distraction to kick him in the chin, disorienting him, and knocking him out of bounds, winning me the fifth and final round.

I hadn't noticed, but the entire crew had been watching us at that point. Sake howled to show his excitement.

I clutched my leg again, and finished off my drink.

The blood was really pouring now, along with a thick yellow liquid. The wound was getting slightly swollen too, and the pain had somehow increased. I decided to ignore it, and went back to sleep.