Okay, bad news guys. Mikoto is still knocked out, covered in bullet holes and lying in a hospital bed in the middle of a Marine Base! Will our hero ever wake up? And if he does how long will it be before he blows his cover? Find out the answer to one of those problems in this exciting addition!

(-Back in Mikoto's room-)

"So two Marines walk into a sick person's room," stated one man as he walked into Mikoto's room. He had a long black mustache on his lips. He was wearing a tuxedo instead of the ordinary Marine uniform. He was wearing small clear circular glasses. Behind him was another man this one was dressed in brown business suit-like attire. From brown pants to brown shoes. His black tie hung loosely from his neck. Despite his business-like clothing he wore a trench coat, a cowboy hat, and small black circular glasses. The first man started laughing at his punch line that no one paid attention to.

The first one just now seemed to notice the thoroughly beat-up man lying in the bed. "What's happened to him?" he asked taking note of the bullet wounds in his chest.

"He's been shot," said the second one.

"Ooohh…another one liner from Gumm. S Hoe!" shouted the first man. He looked at Sage and Ridley. "My name is Crasho Marx." His eyes traveled straight to the nurse's far more then sufficient bosom. "I'll be back in a second…or more if I am lucky." He winked at them and crept after the nurse.

"The name is Ridley, what's up?" said Ridley to Gumm.

Gumm looked upwards. "I believe that would be the ceiling…which appears to be pretty filthy." He took out a piece of paper and wrote 'Dirty Ceiling' on it.

"Why are you taking notes about the ceiling," asked Sage.

"I'm one of the visiting captains," said Gumm. "I am supposed to be inspecting this place for any kind of malpractice."

Sage shook her head. "The name is Sage by the way."

"Sage…Sage…I assume by the meaning of Sage you are either the crew's wise man or botanist…judging from your appearance I'd be more willing to say cook or entertainer," said Gumm. "Are any of these right?"

"Two. I am both a botanist and a cook," said Sage. The door sung open. Kin walked in and took a seat near the bed.

"To what do we owe this honor to," said Ridley, "Are you so nice that you decided to grace us with your presence?"

"No, but I've been told by my superiors that I better make amends…you may come in handy later on. With all your exploring," said Kin.

"Were you supposed to tell us that you are only making friends with us where you could use our information?" asked Ridley.

"They didn't say not to," said Kin. "My informant, Miho, told me that they were 4 of you. The nearly dead captain, a girl, a weirdo with a green Mohawk, and a Fishman. I haven't seen the Fishman, yet. What's he supposed to be doing right now?"

"Zesiro?" said Sage. "I saw him training earlier on the training grounds. You don't mind, do you?"

"You are our guests," said Kin, "so, if he feels the need to train, let him train…as long as he doesn't get stronger then my men."

"A mouse is stronger then your men," said Marx returning into the room.

"Did you get lucky?" asked Ridley with a chuckle.

"I am the infamous Crasho Marx!" said Marx. "Women cannot help but succumb to my masterful style of impression. Women throw themselves at my feet just to spend one minute in my presence! This is why I am the ultimate dater! This is why I am…"

"He failed," said Gumm in a plain voice. He stood up and fixed his jacket. "I'm going to go check on your Fishman friend. He should be easy to spot." He walked out of the door.

"…my head…" said Mikoto as his hand slowly went to his head. "I feel like my head's been pounded by a crane."

"Just your head hurts?" asked Sage. "I find that hard to believe."

"My stomach hurts, too," said Mikoto, "But I think that's just because I haven't eaten in an hour or so!"

"That's our captain!" shouted Ridley.

"Mikoto, I think you should know, that you've been out of it for over two days now," said Sage.

"We'll leave you guys alone, you know get reacquainted," said Kin standing up from his seat. He patted some dirt off of his pants. Kin walked out of the door. Marx stayed in the room.

"This is going to be such a tear-jerker! A reunion between a man and his girlfriend after the man has been out of it for over two days!" said Marx, "this is what Soaps are made of." Kin grabbed onto his shoulder and threw him out of the door.

"You can catch the rerun!" said Kin. He waved at them as he exited the door again.

"Were those Marines?" said Mikoto.

"Yeah, about that…while we are here we are not pirates, we are an exploration team," said Ridley.

"How can we not be pirates!" said Mikoto, "I am supposed to be the King of Pirates! That's hard to be when you are not supposed to be a pirate!"

"Hey, its either be an exploration crew or be dead!" shouted Ridley. "And I prefer being exploration crew." Mikoto looked sad. "Besides its only until we leave, which should be in a day or two once you get fully recuperated."

"Fine," said Mikoto. He looked at Sage. "Are you cool with that?"

"Did he just call me your girlfriend!" shouted Sage.

(-On the training ground-)

Zesiro struck the wooden dummy several times with his two katanas. He look at it. The wooden dummy was scorched with marks going all over it. He tried again. His right sword made a clear mark in it. He spun around bringing his left sword into it. He then reversed the swing bringing his right sword back into it. He spun his left sword around in circles and drove it into the wooden dummy. He brought his next sword down chopping a large sliver off of the dummy's right side.

A long whip-like sword split the dummy in two with one swift motion. Behind him Gumm landed. His long belt-sword returned to him, he laid at his feet stretched out at a total of 8 feet. "Strong display, but weak execution." Gumm retracted his sword to its more compact form.

Zesiro huffed and glanced at the split dummy. "I wasn't even using half my real strength…" said Zesiro. "I was just trying to get more hits in."

"I could've avoided everyone of those blows you dealt and then I could've killed you," said Gumm. He smiled. "The name is Gumm S. Hoe."

"Zesiro," said Zesiro. His eyes remained focused at the destroyed training dummy. "Nice sword. 8 foot long whip-lie body…I'm more of an old school fighter. Two katanas."

"Nitoryu," said Gumm. "Understood, but if you can't split that wooden dummy and still keep it intact that's a pretty useless fighting style."

The announcements sounded throughout the base. They even reached the training grounds. "The captain of the Exploration crew is no awake. So, tonight we are hosting a feast to help him feel both welcomed and recovered! The feast begins in exactly three hours, so get ready to eat!"

"Looks like even the Marines have fun," said Zesiro, "Who would've guessed?"

"No one," said Gumm. He turned his attention back to Zesiro's swordsmanship. It was obviously self-taught unlike his style which was taught to him by a few monks.

"That wasn't a question," said Zesiro. "It was rhetorical…you know made for fun…are you dense?"

"No, actually I'm quite intelligent," said Gumm pushing the sunglasses back up with his pinky finger. He spit his gum out and wrapped it in a small ball of tin foil. He then produced another stick of gum and started chewing it.

"You like gum, don't you," said Zesiro. He started walking over to the next training closest dummy.

"Yes, I find it relaxing," said Gumm. The training dummy was sliced in several places and then cut straight into thirds. Zesiro turned around startled to see that Gumm had already whipped out his sword and sliced the dummy. The sword was now lying on the ground fully extended. The sword looked marvelous. It had a gold and brown hilt. Even though it had gotten some dirt on it, it looked awe-inspiring.

Gumm walked over to a rock and sat down. He produced a small sword polishing kit and started polishing his blade slowly.

Zesiro smiled uneasily. "And the freak show continues…"

(-Mikoto's room-)

"…and that's how we got here," explained Ridley. "For some reason Kin doesn't like us, but the other ones seem to be fairly decent around us."

A knock on the door. "May I come in," said a female's voice.

"Yeah, sure just wipe your feet," said Mikoto.

Valerie Steel sauntered into the room. Her bag still on her side. "Good day, uh…I am so sorry, I never learned your name."

"The name is Mikoto," said Mikoto. "I am the captain of this…exploration crew." He mumbled those last few words with remorse.

"Are you okay?" asked Valerie Steel, "You kind of mumbled those last few words."

"He's just hungry!" shouted Ridley jumping to his defense. "Its been a while since he ate and he's having a hard time making it the three hours!"

"Oh, right, the feast in your honor!" she said. She got up closer to Mikoto and looked him in the eyes. "There's something weird about you…I can't figure it out though." Ridley, Mikoto, and Sage all shared the same worried look.

The door flew off of its hinges and in walked Crasho Marx. He had large metal boxing gloves on him. The door was badly bent. "I saw her! A vision of utter beauty if I could get her, I would be the happiest man on the earth!" In lower more sinister and more prevented voice. "Until someone better looking came along. Woohoohoohooo!" His eyes fell upon Valerie Steel. "And there that babe is! So hot and yet with a glance of bone-chilling powers!"

Valerie looked annoyed. She spun around and rammed her right heel into Crasho Marx's chest. Crasho Marx skidded back a few feet.

"Not only beautiful, but powerful too!" said Crasho. "I will devise a plan to see her…naked!" He flashed a wink at Sage before he left. He ran out of the room laughing manically. Sage shivered with disgust.

"…Sage? Do you like him?" asked Mikoto.

"NO!" shouted Sage. "No, no, no, no. NO! I would rather date Ridley!"

"Hey! Why did you say that?" said Ridley. "Its my Mohawk, isn't it! People always judge me by the Mohawk!"

"Sorry, Ridley, you were just the most disgusting person I could think of…that didn't come out right," said Sage.

"I'd say," said Ridley. He sat down with a huff.

"You'd rather date me then Ridley, right Sage?" asked Mikoto.

Sage chuckled nervously. "Of course, Mikoto, you win hands down."

"That's only one person's opinion," said Ridley. "We need someone else. Valerie! Which one of us would you rather date me or Mikoto?"

Valerie had a scared out look on her face. "I'd rather not develop a relationship with either of you."

"Getting away from this subject, before I get in trouble," muttered Sage. In her regular voice she asked " So, Valerie why did you come here?"

"I can't seem to find Kin anywhere," said Valerie. "Its as if he disappeared off the face of the planet. Its my job to do a review on his performance and its hard to do if I can't talk to him."

"I say let him stew in his own juices!" shouted a voice from her backpack. The crew glared intently at her backpack.

"You got someone in there?" asked Mikoto.

"Ooooh…you are not alone, are you?" asked the backpack.

"No…no I am not," said Valerie. She sat the backpack down and pulled out a two-foot tall teddy bear. "This is Orso McGee I bought him at a doll shop."

"That Doll Shop was the worse three week of my life," said Orso McGee. "Constant stream of kids running in to hug me and cuddle with me calling me cute…it was a land of pure torture. It was like Impel Down Level 8!"

"Why are you a Teddy Bear?" asked Ridley.

"Its an automated Teddy Bear 9000 X," said Mikoto. "Wait…does that even exist?"

"NO! I am a human being trapped in this doll…" said Orso. "In my days as a human I was a famous researcher! Then one day…one infernal day! My laboratory came under attack…thankfully due to the powers of the Kitsunetsuki-Kitsunetsuki no mi I was able to transfer my soul out of my body that was trapped underneath all that burning rubble into this body…this pathetically cute and lovable body!"

"Hey, but at least now you can fight again," said Valerie.

"Yeah, on my days of my journey I ran into another Devil Fruit, the Hokan-Hokan no mi," said Orso. "I can carry anything within my own body, but I also was smart enough to stow an Impact Dial in my right paw and two Jet Dials in my feet! Now I can both fly and repel damage! I am not your ordinary teddy bear!"

"Wait so you ate two Devil Fruits. The Kitsunetsuki-Kitsunetsuki no mi and the Hokan-Hokan no mi," said Ridley, "Isn't that impossible?"

"Technically the body that ate the Kitsunetsuki-Kitsunetsuki is now dead," said Orso, "and this body which was Devil Fruit free ate the Hokan-Hokan no mi."

"But you are still a cute little bear that I can snuggle with and play dress-up with and…I'm talking too much about my own life," said Valerie.

"Dress-up…" Ridley was stifling a laugh. "You wouldn't happen to have a picture of his latest dress-up game would you?"

"Actually I do," said Valerie. She reached into her backpack but was stopped short due to the fact that Orso cleared his throat loud enough to stop her. "Right, we have a deal, those photos don't come out unless he says so."

"And your secrets don't come out until you say its okay," said Orso.

Please everyone give a warm welcome to Crasho Marx (A. Fox's creations) and Gum S. Hoe (M Rated Writer's). And please leave manly (or cute if you prefer) Orso's dress-up problems alone…or start a forum wide idea about them!