Mr. Sin sat in the tiled room, staring at the blood that pooled on the ground beneath him. After all the times he'd done this, it still stung him to his very core to see the remains of when he was satisfied. He took the hose off the wall and sprayed the room down, as well as the inside of his bag, removing the blood before it had a chance to dry. He also hosed his own clothes off, for he surely had spilled some onto himself. When he was done, he used the hair-dryer looking device to dry himself off, then exited the room and grabbed his belongings, carrying them out to the waiting Alicia.

Giru looked up at the gloomy purplish gray architecture of the island in thought. These people saw him fit to worship. To call him 'Lord', 'Liege', 'Unholy one'. There was nothing he could do about it. No matter how he argued, they would see him as a demon. Maybe that would be true for the rest of the world too...

'Don't be so down, pal.' Akuma insisted, 'People look at everyone weird when they don't fit a norm. You're going to be like this for the rest of your life. There's no point in feeling bad about how people see you. Embrace it. Love it.'

Giru slowly nodded. Akuma might have been the bane of his existence, but he had a point.

"CAPTAIN! ALICIA AND MR. SIN ARE HERE!" Arata shouted excitedly from the crow's nest. Giru stood at the starboard side, looking down over the ship. Alicia and Mr. Sin were approaching, Mr. Sin pulling a hand trolley with all their belongings packed onto it. Behind them was a crowd of the islanders, following closely with large smiles.

"I appreciate your help. Both of you." Giru shouted down, leaning on the rail.

Alicia flipped her hair, "It's my pleasure, your lordship."

A few moments later, they were ready to set sail. Alicia and Mr. Sin had roomed together, and Mr. Sin had stocked the kitchen and storage. The Queen had arrived as well and offered spare lengths of wood and sail material, in case repairs were needed. Giru was now back on land to thank the islanders and apologize for his attitude, albeit doing so reluctantly.

"I'm positive nobody here held a grudge." The queen said, bowing slightly. "You are welcome back any time."

Giru nodded and turned around to get back on the ship. Suddenly, a multitude of arms latched onto his tentacles, arms, and legs. He quickly whipped his head around to see if he was being attacked, but what he saw was probably worse. All pairs of hands that had grabbed him belonged to some of the women of the island.

And all of them were nude.

"LET ME CARRY YOUR SPAWN, DARK ONE!" They all shouted as Giru tried to shake them off. He grimaced at that and levitated off the ground, vehememtly trying to shake them off of him. Everyone on the ship watched with amused smiles, except Arata, who was confused as to why the ladies were naked.

"HEY, HEY, LET ME GIVE THEM OUR SPAWN, BRO!"

One of Giru's eyes shined red, the other remained normal, "NO! STOP TRYING TO TAKE OVER!"

Giru teleported many times in rapid succession, trying everything he could to get the determined women off of him. Eventually he had succeeded, teleporting onto the ship.

Giru was on his hands and knees panting, with a hand against his heart, "WEIGH THE ANCHOR, WEIGH THE FUCKING ANCHOR!"

Minutes later, the island was a speck on the horizon.

Giru laid on the floor in his destroyed room, arms folded across his chest. He took a deep breath, but Akuma interrupted before he could speak, "You gotta keep your word to Ayumi, you know." He said. Giru nodded silently. "I get that you're disconnected socially. But you noticed something was wrong with how you were treating your crew. Ehem, even though you tried to blame me."

Giru got up and began replacing all the items he had tossed around his room. "Yea. Sorry."

"Forget about it. So, what are you gonna do?"

As he set his bed back down on all four legs, he replied "I'm gonna interact with the crew- MY crew, more. Even if it's difficult. I have to treat them better than what I've been doing."

"Good, good."

Suddenly, Giru was standing outside his room, with all of his crew standing around him. Everyone was smiling warmly, save Mr. Sin. Giru looked over to the door of his room, then to the position he currently stood in. "Wh-wha... What?"

"Oh, nothing. I just made you hallucinate for a bit so the crew could hear that conversation we just had."

Before Giru could start the flurry of profanity, Arata pulled him into a hug. He started to push him away, but sighed and patted the boy on the back. Ayumi's smile grew ever so slightly larger and she tilted her head to the side. "Well, Captain? Where to now?"

Giru blinked at her, dumbfounded. "Uh... That way?"