As Franky went to work building the ship, Giru and Mist decided to do some training to make themselves stronger. Brook volunteered to help them, which was appreciated very much. First, Mist had to take care of something.

Mist and Brook had a bit of a conversation about what Giru said. " 'My marksman uses guns, not slingshots', correct?"

Mist nodded.

"Well, I'll tell you now that you're as good as dead if you keep that up. If you would be so kind as to shoot me?"

Mist's eyes widened in surprise, but Brook assured him it was fine. "And please, do it as fast as you can. Quickdraw, if you will."

Mist spread his feet shoulder width apart, slightly leaning forward with his right foot 2 inches ahead of his left. He twitched his hand twice to see if Brook was going to react to muscle movements, but Brook didn't even flinch. Mist remained still for a little while longer, then very quickly pulled his gun and shot at Brook's skeletal chest. He blinked, and Brook wasn't standing there anymore. He felt a very thin finger tap him on the shoulder, turning to see the afro skeleton standong behind him. He shot again, thinking that a close range shot would be impossible to dodge... he thought wrong. Brooke was behind him again, yet instead of a skeletal finger on his shoulder, the edge of a sword was at his neck. "You see, guns are entirely too slow. Any pirate in the New World would laugh at a person threatening him with a simple gun. I have some ideas for you that I'm sure would be much better than gunpowder and bullets."

Dials. The same Skypia dials that Usopp had used to make himself stronger. There were thousands of them in Brook and Franky's storage, all from Usopp hoarding them after a return to Skypia. Each fortunately in labelled sections, though one dial was up on a pedestal. 'Versus Luffy', the plaque read. Brook had asked Mist not to take that one. He was to take 10 dials from any 4 crates that he chose, then to get 4 Breeze Dials. Instantly, Flame Dial and Freeze Dial appealed to him, so he took 2 of those two types. Lightning Dial too, of course. He didn't want to seem too set on elemental stuff, so he randomly looked through crates until he stumbled upon Mana Dials. There was a small notebook near this crate, so Mist picked it up before he found the crate labelled Breeze Dial and took 4 of those, then went back to Brook with his bag of Dials.

"Now, what I want you to do is make guns out of these."

Mist blinked twice, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"You're a marksman. You know the workings of a gun, correct?"

Mist nodded, still being dumbfounded.

"Using these dials, create guns. Use the Breeze Dials as the base of the barrel. Breeze Dials generate a lot of wind, so the amount of compressed gas will skyrocket. Faster bullets. Use the other types of dials as the rest of the barrel to coat a bullet in whatever element the dial posseses."

Mist nodded, clenching his arm in nervousness. He then pulled out the Mana Dial notebook, handing it to Brook, who skimmed over it.

"Oh, my." Brooke said, studying the pages. "Get more of this kind. Make these the frame and trigger of your gun. The more contact you have with the area, the more you need to make it out of this."

Mist headed back into the storage area.

Meanwhile, Giru had been told to focus his attention on coordination with his tentacles, then rigorous excersize.

'Ok, so you know how to move them. But you can't use them like i can. Look, i'll take over three, you use three.'

Giru moved the three tentacles on the left while Akuma used the three on the right. He instantly noticed the difference in ability. While Akuma's movements were natural and comfortable, Giru's signed loud and clear that he didn't know exactly how to control them.

'Take a look at this big rock here. Hit it as fast as you can.'

Giru tried, but it was all too sluggish. These tentacles were a mass of pure muscle that cpuld move and twist in any direction, unlike arms and legs.

'Okay, we gotta start fresh. Sit down and meditate. Think of only the tentacles. Do nothing but wave them and breathe.'

Giru did as he was told, though he had his doubts on any methods Akuma wanted him to use. Meditation came easy for him. He had been alone and virtually completely silent for 13 years, after all. In his trance, he was surrounded by nothingness and the only other thing were the tentacles, detactched from his body and floating in front of him. He made the movements he normally would to use the tentacles, watching them move in front of his face. He would have to remain in trance for a while to learn how to use these efficiently.

Franky hadn't gotten the chance to build a ship for a while. He wasn't rusty or anything, but so many ideas shifting through his head would make it difficult to decide what to do. "The freaky tentacle dude said he's takin' a more deadly approach to his adventure. Guess I should make his ship super sturdy. A Galleon, maybe."

As he thought out loud, Franky was drawing up the blueprints. "Makin' it black would probably be taboo. I'll leave it at the brown of Adam Wood."