Chapter Fourteen: Animal Cornered and Growling
Law would have had to politely decline an invitation to this particular kind of party, though in all seriousness a cold fear crept into his stomach, taking the form of a gnarled knot of sickness. But considering this celebration was compulsory and downright vicious he could do little else but try and keep his mouth shut with gritted teeth when they entered the den.
It was a cabin realistically but to the surgeon of death it was nothing but a sinful dungeon filled with intoxication, lack of clothing and wild laughter. Drill threw Law to the ground along with Killer who glared up at Brace who rolled his eyes and laughed shortly after, this kind of thing wasn't for him it seemed. Both prisoners looked at each for a second but for the sake of pride and refusal to find comfort in one another they looked ahead coldly. Captain Arabella Mint sat on her 'dentist' chair in a throne like fashion, holding a heavy glass of alcohol in one hand and resting her left cheek on her other curled hand.
"Ah, the guests of honour!" she announced and there was a ferocious clinking of glasses and an animalistic cheer from the crew mates present and out of their god-damn minds.
"Come now, stand and join in!" her somewhat light tone faded into one of sadistic pleasure as she added. "As much as you can tied up"
Killer stood fast and upright, head held high and challenging whilst Law weighed his options for a moment before also standing albeit with less show than the massacre soldier.
"Blondie! That's more like it!" an old and painfully familiar voice yelled and the kid pirate flinched from Denture who stumbled over, throwing an arm over his broad shoulders. Killer was thankful for his mask filtering out most of the vulgar stench of whiskey on the older man's breath.
"Maybe tonight we'll see if you're pretty under that mask or not" he whispered into where Killer's ear must be and he went rigid.
"Fuck off" was the reply and Denture looked dumbfounded for a moment before laughing loudly.
"Those hateful words only intrigue me more my dear" he muttered, fondling with Killer's flaxen locks whilst the kid pirate wondered how far he could get if he drop-kicked the man there and then and made a run for it. Not very far if he wanted to drag the doctor along with him, his devil fruit power diminishing any chance of a swim...Killer's eyes widened beneath the mask and the ghost of a grin passed over his covered lips.
"Give me two minutes and I'll meet you outside" he purred.
Denture cocked his head to the side as though he couldn't believe he had just heard that.
"Have you been drinking?"
Killer moved in close.
"Maybe"
Fuck, he was no good at this salacious, flirtatious crap. But the old guy was too out of it to look into the clearly poor acting skills of the massacre soldier and nodded with a clumsy shrug and staggered out. Killer avoided the gaze of the captain who was far more interested in Law whom she approached with a small group. The blonde was sorry to think 'he'll have to deal with it for now' as he made his way to the other side of the cabin.
Law kept staring at the stained, rough floor beneath him as he felt the shadows around him move toward and away his standing form, he wondered where Killer had managed to sneak off to for a second before his thoughts were interrupted by a white lipped comment.
"So, you going to tell us about your tattoos?" Arabella purred to Law as she approached him with swaying hips and a swagger in her step. Law looked a little confused at first and looked back at his forearms.
"Oh hunny, no...no not those"
SSHRRIPP
Law was left breathless as his thin, disguise shirt was shredded in half to fall limply over his exposed torso and a small crowd surrounded him.
"These ones...so intricate, they must have a story" she ran a potentially poisonous nail up his stomach and pectorals and they coiled in instinctively.
"The story is too long and would only waste your time" his grin was humourless and bitter but she didn't care.
"Oh, we have all night..."
Slow panic was seeping into him like poison. Law was a doctor, a fine one at that and he was analysing his own symptoms with dizzying speed, only adding to his sickly, inebriated brain. They were pouring alcohol down his throat like water and he was choking. Turns out the green haired woman had more than just a dentist chair and they were prying his mouth open with a metal cage as though to check his teeth and gums. It hardly intoxicated him, they were only doing it for further entertainment. To them it must seem funny...
His eyes rolled upward to the single lightbulb that seemed so strange above. He was inexplicably angry at its presence. The way it swung with the natural sway of the ship and it's constant hiding behind the shadows of the people who loomed over his fragile, kneeling form. He was suddenly hyper aware of hands trailing up his spine and he shuddered violently with the desperation to flinch away from the cold, ugly touch. More hands became involved, running through his hair and over his thighs. Digging in to the toned flesh of his upper legs, creasing the rugged trousers he wore. When a thumb slid into his mouth he choked and bit down hard. Laughter filled the den as the owner of the thumb reeled back with a low scream.
Gripping his hair, Arabella forced the Surgeon of Death to stare upwards, but he made sure not to meet her gaze, wouldn't give her the satisfaction of being noticed. She noticed this and growled, making some signals to those around her and before he knew it, the cuffed doctor was on his hands and knees, ankles forced down by rough hands along with his wrists. No doubt bruising the slender flesh. A leg swung over his spine and before he knew it she sat on his back like a child. Yelling "Yee-haa" in a disgusting manner that left her crew laughing like maniacs. Law shook with anger, unfathomable wrath. A hard, thick sound struck his back leg and he yelped in surprise and pain. Turning he saw with horror one of the men holding a belt.
Trafalgar was struck once more, then again, then again. More and more participating and he felt the blood seep down his flesh. Burning his very skin and muscles. Sickness curdled into his stomach and he resisted the urge to throw up. The discomfort sending him into a whirl of confused agony. It went on and on. No more rational thoughts drifted through his head, only numbing fury and pain.
"Hey-Hey Captain!" a voice called over and it took a little time but eventually Arabella and the others turned to Brace who stood in the doorway, thumb jerking back over his shoulder.
"We got a problem, come quick if ya would" he spoke firm yet urgent and the Captain changed in an instant, face turning stony and she kicked herself off Law who fell down with a grunt, he made his way out the door after Brace, the group following with drunken curiosity, the door slammed shut and Law was left alone with some drunk-dropped mates lying in heaps against the walls.
"Yo Pigeon, mind giving us a hand?!" Kid snarled as he watched the sleepy young man wander in with a depressed expression. It took him a moment to let the brutish Kid pirate's words sink in.
"It's...it's Penguin" he said bluntly, a little incredulous but made his way over to where Kid was peering around the small control room. As soon as the heart pirate entered the redhead used his legs to propel the seat he was on toward the desk.
"You got any artillery on this thing?"
"...Not really, Captain prefers his own strength and the power of his crew...brute weapon induced force isn't his style..."
"So not even one torpedo?!" Kid hissed, looking over the screens as though the answer would be there.
"Well...we have two, but they are last resort..."
"Where?"
"Hey! I said they are last resort! I'm not about to just tell you!"
"You want me to tell Law we didn't save him sooner because you were being a stingy brat?!" Kid whirled around and stood before the heart pirate. Penguin's lips parted with disbelief at the man's bold action on a ship that wasn't his own and snarled.
"I'm twenty-one! You can't threaten me about 'telling Law'!" he folded his arms angrily. Kid calmed almost immediately then, eyes going wide and almost innocent.
"Hey, really? So am I" he grinned. Penguin blinked twice under the artificial shade of his hat at the larger man's mood swing. But nevertheless nodded.
"Yeah...okay, well are they close?"
"Still on the radar, I reckon we should strike while they are still near-" Kid began when Shachi ran in.
"Guys! What's going on, I feel...feel cold" he more or less turned to Penguin who narrowed his eyebrows. Bepo jogged in shortly after.
"Same, I hope Captain is alright..."
"A-And Killer..." Penguin muttered almost inaudibly but the redhead heard him and turned with a surprised expression of concentration.
"Yeah...fuck it, we're going now" He yanked his headphones off and made his way past the three out of the main control room and down the corridor, yelling just before he left.
"Go to the surface!"
Shachi confirmed it to the navigator to comply. Meanwhile Penguin and Bepo ran after Kid.
Killer was facing the wall, wrists still bound behind but he was clothed and no sexual attempt had been forced upon him...yet. No, for now he had been dragged into another, quieter area of the cabin where a few crew mates were smoking and drinking, standing about generally looking dark and cruel. They naturally huddled around Denture and his captive as Killer was ordered to face the wall. Killer complied with abnormal obedience but they didn't know what was going on in that head of his. They would be sorry in just minutes to come.
Well, Killer's plan did go somewhat askew and very far to the back of his mind when his hair was once again grabbed with grotty fingers and fingered with a firm softness.
"As I said before...prettier than most girls" Denture leered and some of the surrounding guys chuckled. It was a haunting sound, grated and filthy.
"You like it?" he asked the massacre soldier in a surprisingly rational voice.
"Stupid question...of course" was the snapped reply. He couldn't see Denture smirk but he sensed it as the man leant over his kneeling form.
"Hey...Graph...pass me your knife"
"You don't want to do that, your captain will be mad" Killer told him, unable to face him but keeping his voice loud, clear and dangerous. He knew what the dirty drunkard was thinking.
"Who are you to say that?" Denture was so out of it he hardly knew his own captain anymore. Killer rolled his eyes with a growl.
"Look, just think, old bastard" the blonde shook his head with the subtle insult but the older man and apparent bastard heard him very well.
"You know, I don't fucking like you" he hissed, reaching into his pocket for something and several of the surrounding shipmates laughed.
"But you still wanna fuck him" one commented and the rest cackled. Denture made no move to reply or act upon that and only popped open a small vile in his hand.
Killer ignored them, he was thinking about Brace. He had gone to the large henchmen and pushed forward the proposition of helping him out for money and freedom and the simple sake that Brace actually had little interest in following Captain Arabella Mint. Turned out Drill was his step-brother and their deceased father had requested they stick together so Brace followed his considerably dopier sibling into a life of piracy whilst Brace had interest in being a blacksmith on the island he was born on. So he agreed to draw attention away from Law long enough for Killer to escape from his own aggressors and rescue them both before returning for Brace.
But Killer heard the sound of something being opened and turned as much as he could to see what he had collected.
"Arabella lets all of us carry some of her toxic to use when need be...lucky you" he hissed quietly into the kid pirate's ear. "Now hold still" and with his still outstretched hand, he gripped the blade that was handed to him and felt it's heavy hilt in his palm with a sinful smirk.
"Surfaced!" came the strong disciplined reply from one of the heart pirates to Kid who; with Law's hat in his hand, marched up the stairs to the tight suction door, Penguin, Bepo and Heat close behind.
Evening had settled and the sky was dark. It drew the redheads memory to when he and the Surgeon of Death had stood in pursuit of the illusionist captain...and Law had 'lost' his hands. The way the composed, creepy doctor had fallen apart was absurd and yet filled Kid with a sense of strength in comparison. It was a bit like that once again, what with him being on a rescue mission for Killer and Trafalgar.
Penguin walked up to his side, nonchalant about the way the harsh night air and sea spray battered any exposed flesh. Heat on the other hand stumbled forward, holding his hand up to his face in attempt to shield it.
"Heat, stay on the deck! Wire is below making sure they don't try running off-"
"We wouldn't run away from our captain!" Bepo yelled, walking up beside Penguin with a look of distaste on his plush snowy face. Kid raised an eyebrow but admired his loyalty.
"Even so, we take precautions"
"How do we get over there? They aren't going to stop or slow down but we can't go any quicker!" Penguin yelled over the roar of the blackened ocean. Kid looked up to the sky, clouds smothered the canvas of midnight and he frowned.
"You, Peacock, with me!"
"...PENGUIN. How, HOW IS IT HARD?!" he yelled furiously as he stormed closer to the redhead who grabbed his elbow roughly and raised his left hand. There was a deep clanking, groaning sound and the hat clad man forgot his frustration as a large slice of metal from a sunken ship rose above them, splattering them with salty water. He blinked a few times as Kid brought it close to them and stepped on it, bringing Penguin with him. Hooking Traflagar's hat onto his belt.
"New trick, let's hope it works" he muttered to himself and before Penguin could yell about his so called 'precautions' they were thrust into the air. Bepo gasped loudly from below and Penguin focused on staying still and calm.
Rushing over toward the "White Knife", the heart pirate taking in every horribly familiar detail. They looked out for wandering crew man and found limited.
"Instead of causing a ruckus outside warning them, let's sneak down" Penguin told the larger man who hesitated with a scowl but shrugged and lowered themselves as close as they could to the back end of the ship where no one stood. Metres before hitting deck, Kid manipulated the metal from beneath their feet and flung it back and far into the ocean with a hushed "Repel", it made a crashing sound in the distance and their feet hit the wood.
"Hey, who's there?!" a voice called and Penguin darted over to the left, into the shade of the sails and Kid followed wordlessly. They watched a man go up and look around before shrugging, rum bottle in hand and stumble back down the steps to the main cabin which was the source of an animalistic racket.
"They're in there...we should go below deck to the prisoners bay..."
Both had some knowledge on the pathways of corridors, Penguin from being a personal victim and Kid after his 'tour'. They darted down after avoiding a couple of chatting crew man sitting on the railing edge. Penguin had to slide a finger over his throat in order to stop the redhead creeping over and pushing them off so they darted below. It was abnormally quiet and neither liked it but they had no choice. The hat clad man vaguely recalled certain routes and they ended up in the main bay. The heavily bolted door was no match for Kid who snapped all the chains and locks and heaved it open. The scraggly, abducted people inside looked up in fear.
"It's alright, we are not Teeth pirates, we are looking for a man with a blue and white helmet with long blonde hair and a young man with dark skin and dark hair, tattoos on his arms and bags under his eyes" Penguin explained in a voice like silk. It calmed them down quicker than expected; perhaps some of them recognised him from before, and a young woman crept out of the darkness.
"Regino was dragged out by some henchman and came back with a broken leg, claiming a teeth pirate had passed the injury onto him from a large, helmet wearing blonde man in another room with his devil fruit power..."
Kid's eyes widened and he blinked twice.
"Killer's leg had been broken?" he breathed harsh to himself and Penguin also felt a coldness settle in.
"Do you know where this room is?"
"No, I-I'm sorry...it's fine...are...are you here to save us"
"I'm...well..." Penguin tried.
"The doors open, do what you want" Kid snarled, grabbing Penguin by the back of his shirt and dragging him away down the dimly lit wooden passages.
"I think you'll find the answer to that question is no, we don't have time and it's not our aim"
"But once we've found Captain and Killer we can go back and just...advise them, encourage a rebellion"
Kid didn't answer that and started peering furiously into as many doors as he could. At one point he saw a younger crew mate singing wildly into his mirror and in another there was more intimate activity between two. But no sign of his first mate and Trafalgar.
Luckily; unluckily for the boy, Kid caught "Paste" round the collar when he went creeping down the corridor quietly. He stared and went to call when Kid clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Don't even fucking think about it, I'm not in the mood, where is Killer and Law?" he hissed lowly and the man trembled, eyes darting about.
"A blonde guy with a helmet and a dark complexion man, probably together" Penguin offered, voice soft yet frustrated. The young man's eyes focused on the hat clad man then understandingly and nervously nodded.
Kid moved his hand away a little.
"...They...They're in the-"
"Whoa! How about...we let him go, EH?!" A cranky, rasped voice called out and both pirates turned to see a dark eyed and haired man with tattoos on his face and baggy trousers come sauntering down toward them. Paste made a muffled sound of relief but Kid didn't loosen his grip.
"Yeah, sure...when I know where the two recent prisoners went, don't make me describe them again!" the redhead snarled. Canine scowled, one eye squinting angrily.
"Fuckin hell, as if I can just point you in the right direction..."
Paste mewled a little when Kid slid his quickly created metal weapon into his abdomen.
"I think you can"
Penguin just watched it unfold with an unusual calmness, maybe he was used to this kind of chaos now?
"Fine! Fine! Just let him go, they're in the main cabin getting sloshed..." Canine spat and raised his hand.
"Now let him go"
"You two are close?" Penguin observed and Canine turned to him with surprise but snarled with a wry grin nonetheless.
"We're new, turned up at the same time not long ago, I keep him from getting battered about and I can't have you impaling him so hurry up and I won't break your arm-"
"You are the one with the devil fruit ability to transfer wounds..." Penguin stated as Kid dropped Paste who ran to Canine with a faint limp and stood behind the taller boy.
"Fuck off" was the reply and they darted down the corridor. The hat clad man and kid captain wasted no time in watching them go and charged up the nearby steps to the main cabin as instructed.
"How the hell can you tell stuff like that?" Kid hissed as they got to the main deck and stood before the door. It was freakishly quiet and they could hear more of a ruckus across the other edge of the ship. But Canine had told them their prisoners were in here so in there they would go.
"Just can-" Penguin claimed.
"Keep watch" Kid commanded the heart pirate who looked at him with frustrated disbelief but could do no more as the redhead disappeared into the cabin, door closing behind him. Penguin sighed and formed his hands into fists, looking around. Then he heard a familiar voice, it came from just around the corner.
Kid was staring at Law who stared back with bewildered, sick smoky eyes. Moving forward, his own burnished rust eyes never left Law's as he lowered himself and slowly untied the ropes keeping his ankles together.
"E-Eustass-ya" the doctor's voice was raw and it sent a lurching anger and sadness through the usually only brutish kid captain.
"They did this?" he asked, and Law looked away, his own hatred now evidential in the way he bit his lip and shuddered. Like he'd admit it, it was obvious so why did the redhead need confirmation? Snarling he took in a deep breath as Kid stared at the sea-stone cuffs, unable to do anything about them with bare hands.
"P-Penguin's outside" Kid yelled at himself internally for the way his voice broke and he stood wordlessly to retrieve the heart pirate. But in his way was the green haired bitch. White paint smudged over her jaw and dark, hazy eyes wide with shock.
"What the fuck" she hissed.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Kid didn't even hesitate, his words were drenched with venom as he walked back to Law, his fiery eyes never leaving the slow revelation shining in those of Arabella. Her lip curled up and the crew behind her peered over her shoulders to see what was happening as her hands rested on her hips.
"Exactly what it looks like 'Stu'" she cooed. Kid started slightly, in the dark lighting she couldn't see the shade of his hair or much of his form and it blurred her vision so when a chunk of metal from lining the porthole flew over and embedded itself in the wood beside her head, her eyes widened as he walked into the light of the swinging bulb.
"Nah, sorry" he smirked wildly, tongue sticking out like a beast and hand outstretched as the metallic items in the room rattled violently.
The hat clad man looked around the edge of the cabin and his eyes widened when he saw Killer being loomed over by some men who were shredding his beautiful golden locks from his head, by now it was a rugged mess down to his mid-neck. Without thought, Penguin grabbed a long steel pole leaning against the deck railing and stormed over. With a single blow he swung it around the older man's head and almost in slow motion Denture fell to the ground. The others looked to the aggressor but were too late in dodging the wind whip fast movement of the make-shift weapon as it collided with their skulls. A spray of blood and faint dent of bone later they fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Killer was too out of it to notice anything but the lack of pain coming from his scalp where they tugged at his hair. At this he looked over his shoulder; vision impaired by the limited sight out of his mask but he soon saw a very familiar labelled hat before him and the scent of ice water washed over him as he was embraced.
"K-Killer" came the shaky voice. Penguin gripped the older man's helmet to his chest as he knelt down. Letting go quickly to untie his brutally tight cuffs, leaving a clotted bloody scar in each of his wrists and ankles. He gently brushed his light fingertips around each wound, it looked like...acid. A gruff voice distracted his inspection.
"You-You're okay" It was a statement, rather than a question and Penguin turned to face him with a coy nod.
"I'm so sorry you were caught, where is Arabella? How dare they do this-"
Penguin was cut off when a calm hand moved up and slipped his hat from his head. The heart-pirate was silent at the blonde's movements and he just closed his eyes with sweet comply as Killer moved his helmet up and leaned in to kiss Penguin.
It was slow, very slow. Killer's lips barely moving yet unbearably deep. Penguin's back bent back slightly from the genuine force as Killer knelt up higher than him and wound one arm around his waist and the other his neck. Penguin's hands were limp by his side until the kid pirate stopped and gasped for air.
"I'm so glad you're okay" was the near inaudible, rough tone and Penguin smiled.
Then both heard a large group begin to move toward them and Killer pushed Penguin away; albeit slower than normal with his fresh wounds, into the shade where they watched Arabella and her team move to the cabin again yet stop.
After a few minutes it dawned on Penguin what must be occurring and he whispered to the blonde.
"Your captain...Kid is here..."
Killer went still for a moment before grinning, his lips and teeth visible with his still uplifted mask and as both returned their method of disguise to their face and stood. Killer chuckled.
"Now it's a party"
A/N: SORRY, I changed it AGAIN. I'm finally happy with what's going on, hopefully you are too but sorry if you preferred the original content. I'm so annoyed now though, I've re-edited it at least four times because when I finish off and go to "Save" something glitches and it doesn't save. SOBS.
Am working on my dad's laptop at the moment so MUST DELETE DOCUMENT once it is safely on.
Credit: Thanks to AriesDanger24 for the "I'm 21!" scene idea and your relentless support! Bless you! :)
I actually wanted this chapter to come across as quite hectic. With all the dark and dangerous stuff going on, I wanted a sense of chaos, but it may have just come off as confusing. Haha.
I love Killer with his long hair, don't get me wrong and obviously in the future he will grow it out but it's all part of the enemies violence and so forth. Sorry if anyone was bothered by it!
Kid and Penguin are strictly bantering morons, nothing going on. But Canine and Paste got a bit of unplanned shipping love. Which interests me, would ANYONE be interested in a single chapter at the very end about those two? A mini story of sorts? Be honest!
-LAW09
wolfireprincess: Aww, thank you and I'm glad, haha, why not indeed. Thanks! My birthday was lovely Yay! Another supporter of Kilguin! I think that's what we ought to call the pairing, that or Kilpen, ahaaha, Aww, thanks so much for the review!
Fuzzalu: Hey again! Aww, you did amuse me! I've been trying to keep a theme of everyone getting it wrong and Penguin snapping at Kid is the breaking point, haha, I keep having to find birds beginning with P and I'm running out, haha, MAGICALLY IMPLANT oh my god, hahahahaha! I'll hold you to that. Law is rather irresistible. Aww, I don't wish to make you seethe for long but bringing out the emotion of my readers does please me. Haha, VILLAINS indeed. Oooh, that's an intense party, whoa. "Pirate blarh" ahahha, very manly, much pirate. That is the most beautiful protective fathers speech I've ever heard. Well, now the last chapter is finished, it was quite a brief mentioning between Kid and Law but they are generally approving. They don't seem to mind, they almost expected it, haha, Oh my gosh really? That sounds amazing! Of course my birthday has passed at this point but if something like that is ready it would be an honour to see it! I've done my own design sketches but they're limited. So wow, I'm really flattered you've taken the time to do something like that, it's not weird at all! :) Thank you very much for the review!
AriesDanger24: Hallo ma dear! Free bad haircut indeed! I'm kind of glad it came off more chaotic than heroic because I don't know, makes things more interesting. Haha, fair play about learning more about them, as you've figured out at this point they don't come back into the story but it's quite a sweet interesting story so I'm glad you're even a little bit interested :) Constructive criticism is cool and it probably does seem kind of rushed, awww and I did receive that chapter and it was awesome, thank you so much! Thanks for the review!
Trafalgar Marijane: Yeah, he did definitely and as the story is now finished, you have discovered that they won't be captured again! ahaha, enough capturing for one day I think, thanks for the review!
MissMadHatter12: Is your profile picture fem!Italy from hetalia? ahah, it's lovely and thank you! Thank you so much for the praising review! :)
vetii: Aww, I'm glad you're enthusiastic about a canine/paste story! Ahaha, it was a bit of a whim but I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing, thank you for the birthday message and the review!
ShivaVixen: Hello again! Bloody Denture was drunk so he probably regrets it now, but it should grow back pretty quick, look at it before! Magnificent flaxen locks or what, ooh your panic is intriguing, I'm glad you are getting so into it, ahaha, well Mirage seems to be too old and forgetful to get too involved as you've probably seen now the story has ended. Haha, Thank you so much for explaining your perception on things so far and for the review!
Garth: Aww, thank you, I'm glad it wasn't too choppy and flowed just a little, hehe, Aww, my updates lacked in efficiency later on but I myself was impressed with the progress so far so I'm flattered you noticed, aww, your review is worded so well and it simply lovely to read, thanks for the canine/paste encouragement, the relationship was on a bit of a whim ahah, aww, it would be great to have more Killer/Penguin work out there! LET's BUILD THIS SHIP! Thanks for the review!
Myde the Turk: I have indeed taken heed on that comment on the following chapter, haha, it really amused me, ahaha. Aww, I'm so glad it's clearer now, I didn't want to just update awkwardly and not have any improvements so thank you for the praise! Of course she is terrible, but I'm glad you...appreciate her terribleness, I guess? ahah, thank you and thanks for the review! :)
Slightly twisted: Sorry, haha, Law didn't get drunk, it was just Arabella and her crew messing around for a few moments, I understand Brace as an ally was too sudden so did alter that but ahah, indeed, no more teeth pirates ahah. Thanks for the review!