Ayumi took a step back out of shock. "You can't be serious. Nobody would even dare SAY something like that!"

Giru raised an eyebrow, "I believe I just did". He felt proud of that little exchange. He believed it brought a little fear or respect to his persona. Either worked.

Arata was now nervously rubbing his left arm, silently thinking as the exchange took place. Ayumi, however... "What makes you think you can kill them and get out alive?!"

Giru shrugged.

"How will you even get TO them!?"

He shrugged again.

Ayumi sighed out of frustration. "I won't, nor will I let my brother, go on a suicide mission. I assumed you wanted to become pirate king or something, not become the most wanted man on earth."

Giru looked out over the water silently for a moment before turning his gaze, though not his head, to Ayane. "You done?" He asked with a tinge of irritation. Ayane folded her arms and leaned against the mast.

"Go ahead."

Giru recounted the events of the last 13 years and month of his life. Money seemed to be the driving factor in all of it, and who owned the most money? Who had the most influence on government decision? Who was responsible for making money more important than your own son?

Ayumi's eyes had a tinge of pink to them. Not as if she were ill, but as if there were psychic barriers over her tearducts. "Okay. I understand."

She unfolded her arms and reached out to hug Giru, who took two steps back, "Uh, no."

Giru's eyes suddenly flashed bright red and a big smile spread over his face as he dove into Ayane's hug, cuddling his face to her breasts. "WE NEED A HUG, GIRU!"

Eyes no longer red, Giru rubbed the side of his face with a fist print in it. "You know, if you're going to be a jackass, the least you could do is stick around for the repercussions."

"I promise to maybe try."

"I hate you."

Ayumi dusted off her hands before placing them on her hips. "So. Where are we going from here?"

Giru flexed his jaw before speaking. "South Blue. Dubbed the weakest sea. Right now, we're sitting ducks. So long as we steer clear of other ships, we'll live long enough to make it there."

Arata sat on the starboard ledge, kicking his legs. "Sis, didn't you say you hate the Dragons too?" He asked, confusion in his voice. Ayumi looked off to the side nervously, "Th-that was just words. I would never have acted on them, though!"

Giru rubbed his nose. "Ugh, smells like hypocrisy in here."

Later that same day, everyone had been listening to their stomachs growling for quite a while. Everyone ended up in the storage room after a while. "So..." Giru started, leaning his head over at Ayumi, "You wouldn't know how to cook-"

Giru leaned back to dodge a slap. "A simple /No/ would have sufficed." Giru said nonchalantly. He was too busy being condescending to notice a psychic projection fist above his head.

After Ayumi finished her rant about gender, and the large knot on Giru's head subsided, everyone had to make do with simple fruit, raw vegetables, and bread. Arata refused to eat his vegetables, though.