"That's what you bought with your share of the Omigo money?" Jet questioned warily.
"Why? Is there something wrong with it? A hole?" Virginia wondered in embarrassment. She had just bought a new forest green dress that she thought looked great on her. Of course, she had no help in buying it due to the fact the rest of them were uninterested guys. She knew Jet would not say much on it—which she found interesting now that he was blushing more often. Was he starting to become a bashful person? That's an emotion right? Wow, she felt she would never have seen that. Gallows meanwhile would say some line that would be flattering, but she could not take for face-value since he has an active imagination. Clive would seem the most suitable since he has a wife, but she did not want to bother him. "You don't like it?" She wondered with concern. She had hoped that maybe seeing her out of her slowly dying purple dress would bring a change in pace.
He nervously scratched the back of his head. With a shrug, "Eh, it looks just fine. Just great. Fine and dandy." He turned away and saw what Gallows had bought. "You idiot." He grumbled.
"Oh?" Gallows barked. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you have a year's supply of meat. A year's supply of meat will not last a year without being preserved." Jet nodded when Clive told that bad news to Gallows. Gallows mouth was held agape as he became crestfallen.
Jet snorted. "I suppose you can eat it all now."
"Good idea." They all looked at him warily and backed as far away as they could get inside the sandcraft. The last time he had tried such a stunt they were woken in the middle of the night and Jet was left with a mouthful of the same stuff that had just left Gallows's own mouth. That was a hot topic for the next week as Gallows would be glared at by the loner at every meal. A glare that rang out, 'DON'T EAT THAT MUCH EVER AGAIN!'.
Virginia turned to Clive. "So, what did you buy Clive?" The reason for so much excess purchases being that they had gained too much money. They had enough to get by for a while and divide it for each to get a personal share. "A gift?"
"Yes, and no. I bought a new book for the daughter and a hair pin for Catherine since she asked for one. I bought a new lens for my scuffed up glasses as well." Clive noted.
Jet stood quietly when attention was brought to him. Gallows of course excluded since he was grossly eating off to the side. Jet noticed the innocent stare of Virginia and the interested look from Clive. "Do...I have something on my face?" He wondered.
Clive smirked and Virginia laughed which was not helping Jet's paranoia. "No, we wanted to know what you bought."
"Then you should ask that and not stare at me like that." Jet roughly replied.
"Still, we are interested in your purchase." Clive interjected.
"Well...er...who says I would waste money like that?"
"I saw you buy something." Gallows commented as he broke from his eating, and then returned to it.
Virginia leaned in. "So? What did you get?" She urged.
"Yes, please share with us." Clive insisted.
Jet blushed and stuck his hand in his pocket. Then, he stopped. "Why should I?"
"Look at you! You're blushing! What is it?" Virginia remarked.
He groaned. "Fine!" It was quiet again as all was halted and Gallows even directed his attention to him. "Gallows, you can't look!" Gallows shrugged, turned around and began eating again. "You two won't laugh will you?" He looked to the two seriously. They nodded with just as serious faces on. "Okay, look." He reluctantly withdrew his purchase from his pocket.
At first the two were not sure what it was. It did not look like something he would buy. It was cheap too. Not too cheap, and a luxury, but, why did HE have it? They would not laugh. It was not that funny, but, it was more weird. "Is that-"Clive began.
"A pink ribbon?" Virginia finished.
"No, I think it's more magenta." Clive replied.
"Wait, there's two." Virginia noted.
"Those are the sort you put in hair right?" Clive questioned to Virginia who nodded.
"Not only are they pink. They're pretty pink ribbons."
Jet quickly put them away with the most stern of faces he could pull off despite his true embarrassment. "So, there, that's what I bought." Jet sat down off to the side. Virginia followed. "What?"
"Well, why did you buy them?"
"What do you mean?"
She played with his hair. "I don't see you wearing ribbons in this. Aside from that, pink ones."
"Well...er...They could come in handy for me down the line. Like...uh...shoelaces? Anything that I would need short rope for." Jet explained.
"Jet, why didn't you just buy rope than?"
"Uh," He scanned the innards of the sandcraft. "They had rope there?"
"Yeah, I remember you even asking me if we would need any." She scoffed. "Are you hiding something from me, Jet?" She honestly wondered.
"No." He looked away. "Yes."
"What is it?"
He looked about the room. Clive had moved on to reading the book he bought. Gallows was indulging himself in his meat still. He look back to Virginia. "You won't tell them, right? Gallows especially!"
She shook her head and stopped wearing a serious face. "I won't tell anyone else. You can tell me." She firmly said.
"Well, it's...a gift."
"A gift?" She questioned. Inwardly she smiled. A gift for her! She could tell! "For who?" She pushed the bill.
"Uh, well, for this girl." He scratched at the back of his head. She brightened. A girl. Even closer to her intended target.
"What sort of girl?"
"A girl with dark black hair." Her inner smile faltered. Her eyes zoned out. "Is that what you want to know?"
She remained silent a moment. "Oh? Who is that? I don't think we ever met up with too many people with that hair color." She inquired.
"Uh, well, you won't tell the others right?"
"N-no."
"Back in that last town we were in. She was the one who threw me in jail." He nervously fidgeted for a moment. He had sworn not to say that. "Don't tell them." He persisted.
She continued looking dazed. "No. No, I won't tell them. You can...trust me. Tell me anything. You should know that." She gave a false laugh. "Well, I'm going...to, uh."
"You're dress is fine. Just so you don't go on thinking it's not." He simply stated.
"Oh? Thanks. I was...worried I looked stupid. At least...you...think it looks good." She wandered off, but was stopped just as soon as she stood up. Falling right onto Jet as the sandcraft rattled. Clive stood at attention.
"We're under attack?" Clive noted and went to his place at the gun. Gallows stopped his eating for the briefest moment and went to his place. Taking the helm this time around. Jet was quick to stand sending Virginia to the ground. She was miffed by that. Then he helped her up and sent her to the harpoon. "It's...the Ark of Destiny!"
The other three looked to Clive. "They're getting serious." Virginia noted.
"So, how should we handle them?" Gallows questioned.
"Blow 'em up!" Jet simply replied.
"But...if we do that we will look even more guilty." Virginia noted. They returned to thoughts as Gallows maneuvered the craft away from the approaching monster of a sandcraft that the Ark of Destiny had hounding them. It was easily twice the size of their own. "We have to out run them. We should go through that cape."
"Good idea, but what if that fails?" Jet questioned.
She glared at him. "Well...you'll just have to figure out a plan then." She said with acidy force that took Jet by surprise. What happened to the sweet Virginia?
Unfortunately, they were still be followed and it was sure that the other craft was much faster. That was when Virginia noticed something she never had before. "What?" Jet wondered as he eyes the same console that she is.
"What is that green button there?"
"How should I know?"
"Well, press it."
"Now?" Jet questioned. "I don't think this is the time to be playing with this thing."
"C'mon, it may help us!" Virginia ordered.
"I'm with Jet on this one." Clive noted. "What if it isn't something good?" It was silent. "Still, it may help."
"Well, which is it?" Jet shouted. "Do I press it or do I not?"
It was silent. "Press it." Virginia urged. Clive nodded.
"Fine." Jet pressed it. What luck for them. No, it was bad luck because the sandcraft just stopped dead there and then. "What?" Jet looked at their glares.
"This is all your fault." Virginia simply said with a groan and looked away after firing a deadly glare.
He balked. "What? You told me to press it!"
"But, you were the one who ultimately pressed it." Virginia defended.
"Look...I don't know what's wrong with you two, but save your relationship problems for later!" Gallows remarked. He looked sick for a moment. "Man, I ate too much." That brought everyone's eyes to full alertness.
Jet groaned and pounded the side of the craft. "Great! We're doomed and Gallows is going to spew all over! And, I'm being blamed! I warned the idiot and I warned the Baskar on what would happen in both cases!" Jet argued in total annoyance. "Screw you guys." He simply said packing up.
"You're jumping ship?" Virginia wondered in worry.
"No, but it is a good final decision." Jet remarked with a grumble." You," He pointed to Virginia. "Stupid girl, fire the harpoon at the damn craft when it hits us." She looked at him annoyed, but he shifted to Clive. "Nerd, you go and fire warning shots at them so they keep moving." He looked to the pale Baskar. "You...don't eat anymore and sit back and get the bucket."
Jet opened the door. "What are you doing?" Virginia nearly shouted.
"I'm going to climb across on the harpoon wire and get them out of our faces while you guys get this thing started again." He simply said and jumped to the roof.
The remaining part of the team exchanged looks with one another. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Clive interjected. "He has the only good plan at the time."
Virginia moans and fires the harpoon into the other craft just as it passes. In alarm the Ark of Destiny ship continues in an effort to simply drag their enemy back to base.
Jet meanwhile made his way across between the two ships. He has never been more afraid in his life. If he were to slip now he would be screwed. He has done this thing before, but never was he at any risk. If he fell off he would be run over by his own sandcraft! That was a pathetic death in his book so he was not up for it. So, he continued along the distance until he made it to the end along the side of the other craft.
Taking a deep breath he went about what may kill him. "Well...here goes." He said with a shaky breath and blew open the hatch using Devastate. To say the least he took his enemy by surprise and in that moment shot at the limbs of his foes. He was not going to kill him at Virginia's remark earlier. He brought the craft to a stop with a hard kick to the head of the helmsman who was now retarded due to the same kick. If you're going to be like a soldier you should wear a helmet! That was all Jet was saying as he watched the guy bleed with worry. Though, when his arm was shot Jet decided it was time to leave and shot up the controls and left.
Just in time as his own craft came by. He jumped on again in a familiar fashion as it drove off. Looks like the vomit Gallows dispersed started the thing back up in some weird occurrence.
Jet simply fell hard to the metal floor inside. Leaving a blood trace behind on it. Of course, then the ship was rocked again. "You could have at least took out their weapons too!" Virginia remarked as she sat down next to him. He grit his teeth at that notion. He would yell at her, but he was stopped when she helped him sit up with a face of worry. "You okay? One shot to your arm won't stop you, right?"
"Heh. Of course not!"
She looked to her old dress and ripped a piece off of it. "I was going to save it...but it was crud anyway." She commented. Using a slip of fabric she wrapped it around his exposed arm injury. "Better?"
"Well, you should really take out the bullet and clean it first." Jet replied.
She looked shocked. "Oh, I'm so stupid."
"Forget about it. Let's get the Hell out of here and get going."
"Where to?" Virginia muttered. "Golden Dodge?" He looked to her with a jerk of his neck. She looked to the floor.
He calmed. "No...I was thinking Jolly Roger."
"Why there?"
"I think we have some business with that Emilia woman."
Virginia looked into the bowels of her mind. "You mean...the woman who built this craft?"
"Yeah, we should look into what all of this crap is about." He eyed the green button. "Especially that damned green one." He spat.
She giggled and stood up to eye Clive who was leaving the gun behind. "Well, we got away from them." Clive replied. "Good work Jet." He put his hand to Jet's shoulder. Wrong shoulder. Jet yelped. "Oh, sorry."
They looked to the now passed out Gallows as the ship came to a rest. "So...who takes over for him?" Virginia wondered.
They all held onto their breaths. "Well, good luck." Clive said as he and Virginia pushed Jet forward for the helm.
"I...can't believe you two." He moaned. He gets the blame, and he saves them, and now he has to sit in the violated seat that Gallows left meat remnants on. He could not wait for the inn at Jolly Roger and possibly a bath after this.