Arc 3: Canon 7: Deathstorm and Bunny [R, DE, Hard]

[Zou ۞]

Name: [Deathstorm and Bunny] - The Adventure Name

Participants: [Shinigami only] - Who can participate?

Location: [Atlantic Ocean] - Where does this take place?

Difficulty Level: [Hard] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?

Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?

Plotline: [The daughter of a Central 46 member has been kidnapped, and is being held for ransom on some random cay in the Atlantic Ocean. It's small, but shaped in a crescent with jagged peaks that resemble teeth, meaning it is like a shark's mouth. This cay is called "Devil's Mouth," and will be your objective. However, no one is really sure of the EXACT location, so you have to sail there from a USA coast. Soul Society has provided one ship, that's it. It's a large wooden sailing ship. It has cannons and sails and everything an old ship from the 1800s would have. Since it's a "spiritual" ship, in other words nothing is "Gigai type" from the human world, normal human dangers won't hurt you. (Storms and stuff will.) Expect to encounter spiritual dangers on the sea. You also need to stop by some islands to stock up every now and again, when I present some islands. This is probably a week long trip or so. Feel free to invent crew members, but careful with crew number.

Your START PROVISIONS include 7 barrels of water, 7 barrels of sausage, 7 barrels of salt, 7 barrels of fish, 7 barrels of cheese, 7 barrels of ham, and 7 barrels of bread. Oh yeah, and unlike most old ships, this one actually has a cooling room, like a gigantic fridge. So don't worry about spoiling. Depending on crew size, you could last the whole trip. The ship is rather large, though. If you have too many in your crew however, your rations will deplete quickly. One person consumes half a barrel of each of these in one single day. These aren't large barrels. So, two people will expend everything for the week in that one week if you don't replenish. You will probably need to restock at more than one point. You also don't have your own ryo with you. You have 350,000 ryo onboard the ship though.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [6-3] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?

Estimated Time Until Completion: [5 pages-9 pages] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?

Starts: [Now] - When does the adventure begin?

Special Conditions: [2 RPC participants maximum. Decide amongst yourselves who the Captain should be.] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.

[Shade Kawada]

(OOC: You can control Giriko and choose his powers if you want. I just kindof invented him in this post cause... like... you said we could...)

Shade arrived at the dock with a thick book in his hands entitled, “The Basics of Sailing.” He’d only needed to read it cover to cover once to extract every ounce of information from the book. Shade was an extremely fast learner and could apply anything he read to real life situations flawlessly. This aspect made the lieutenant a master of practically everything he could read in a book. “Well...” said the vice-captain, slamming his book closed after finishing the last page, “Let’s begin...” The shinigami walked up the gangplank to his old wooden ship provided to him by Soul Society. This is the boat that he would captain across the Atlantic in search of Devil’s Mouth.

The lieutenant opened the door to the captain’s deck and took a seat behind the old, mahogany desk. He was joined shortly by another shinigami that Soul Society had sent as well. This other soul reaper happened to be the fourth seat of Squad 3, Giriko Mao. He would be a valuable asset on this voyage as he’d had some experience sailing in the past. Shade had handpicked him to join him for this reason. He’d serve as an adequate first mate, and if things came down to it he was confident in Giriko’s ability to defend himself. “Is anyone else gonna be joining us, Kawada-san?” asked the fourth seat. Shade laced his fingers together and rested his elbows on the desk in front of him. The lieutenant looked quite ominous as he leaned over the desk and stared emotionlessly at his subordinate. “...No... Let’s move out...” spoke the lieutenant dryly.

In truth, Shade didn’t want any more to join him on this mission. He would rescue the daughter of the official himself and receive high honors for it. Most likely Giriko would be the only casualty on this mission. Shade needed all the recognition for himself. He’d serve his purpose for now, steering the ship while Shade slept. With two of them, they could take shifts, covering twice as much ground as if there was only one of them. “Aye aye, Captain...” said Giriko before exiting the captain’s deck and preparing for departure. Shade simply took out some maps he’d brought along of the Atlantic and spread them over his desk. He’d need to memorize these if he planned to effectively navigate by stars during the night. After quickly glancing over each map the lieutenant put them away and went to his cot. He needed a good sleep if he was to take over Giriko’s shift in a few hours. Shade had eaten before he boarded so he’d not be needing any more food until later that night. Giriko had done the same. Both were very intelligent when it came to the ocean and her ways. It was best to be careful with one’s supplies.

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Strength - [150 (x2)] = 300 Points

Speed - [150] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [150] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [100] Points

Senses [200] Points

Energy sensory - [50 (x3)] = 150 Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

[Zou ۞]

The first night, while calm, was not the "first day." Rather, they set out late at night, near enough to the morning in fact that the "first day" would have officially begun by the time they got only a few miles out. Essentially, Shade's sleep was limited to perhaps six hours before it was day, and the designated time to switch. It was also noteworthy that along the way, it had been difficult to navigate, if not impossible. Even for Giriko or Shade, it was probably impossible. It had been impossible for Giriko to adjust every single sail, steer the ship, and direct it all by himself in adequate amounts of time. One man could not run a ship. It was impossible if the ship was large like this one. It wasn't by any means a small ship, for it was needed that it was large and powerful. If other ships could sink it, it was a worthless ship. It had been intended for a larger crew. Though Giriko had managed to keep them from heading off course too much for the first night, that had been short term.

When Giriko retired to bed, and it was left to Shade to do it, it became clear that he was faced with this challenge as well. No amount of experience or skill in any sailor could make up for the overall lack of manpower, indicating that there would have to be something special done to keep the ship on the proper route. Either that, or Shade would have to pick up at least one or two more crew members. His crew was simply too small. It was absolutely impossible to get there and back with only two people. Though he wanted all the glory for himself, this was what would prove to be his undoing if the wrong conditions were met on the unpredictable ocean. Being comrades and sailors together demanded a lack of greed. To be too greedy, as Shade was being, was a way to die in the harsh, unpredictable sea. It wasn't possible to maneuver it alone, or with two people only. Expecting this would be foolish, and any experienced Captain would agree with this logic. What did this mean?

Since it was too late to turn back, Shade had to see to finding new crew members on the next island they encountered. However, during his shift, before seeing any islands, it became clear on that hot day that things had not been boiling well in the sky. Suddenly, a huge black cloud loomed overhead, and rain began pouring as the waves grew violent very suddenly. They were going to be thrown way off course if something wasn't done, but they didn't seem to really have enough people to do it. Giriko was exhausted and resting, leaving it to Shade. Worse yet, lightning flashed in the sky, and the rain was wetting, partially filling parts of the ship. It was being tossed and turned by giant waves too. Some threatened to completely overwhelm, consume, and destroy the ship. The sails were already up, and would be yanked every which way. Shade had to steer the ship away from the giant waves, and one by one take down all the sails. But, how would that be possible? What could he do?

[Shade Kawada]

Manning the ship took more effort then the san-seki had first anticipated. Yes he knew how to do everything, but he couldn’t do it all at once. As a wise man once said, “experience is the best teacher.” Shade roughed through the majority of the night by himself. Being a shinigami, he was capable of much more than a normal sailor. He was six times stronger than an average man and three times as fast. Giriko was no doubt considerably more effective than the average human sailor as well. Regardless it was clear that the two of them would need to hire some help on the next island. Two more men would probably be adequate considering how much more physically capable shinigami were then humans. There was only one thing that concerned the lieutenant. Would he be able to locate spiritually aware humans or some other type of similar help or would he be forced to use his gigai, which he kept in a closet within his quarters?

It wasn’t long into the lieutenant’s shift when a storm began brewing. Rain began to pour and a cloud blocked the vice-captain’s view of the stars. According to his calculations Giriko had done an adequate job steering them towards a series of small islands, but they were still aways off. If all went well they’d reach it by the end of Shade’s shift. As the wind picked up the vice-captain realized that he’d need to lower the sails to avoid being blown off-course, but most importantly to avoid damage to the ship. What would have been an unbearable problem for a normal human was made simple because of the shinigami’s quick wit and impressive capabilities. Shade unsheathed his and thrust his zanpakutou through the one of the many spaces between the spokes of the steering wheel. The blade pierced the wooden column behind it that held the wheel up. This would serve the purpose of making sure the wheel couldn’t be turned while he dealt with the sails.

What most sailors didn’t possess that Shade did was the ability of flight. In a matter of moments the lieutenant had used his impressive strength to undo each of the knots and rolled them up accordingly on their masts. Lightning illuminated the sky as Shade worked diligently. His eyes seemed to glow without feeling as he floated above the ship. With every lightning strike his ghostly silhouette could be seen tending to the various ropes and sails as his zanpakutou kept the wheel stationary. Giriko would get as much sleep as he could manage in the thrashing waves and wind and Shade would once again prove himself adequate to singlehandedly deal with any issue that presented itself.

[Zou ۞]

A problem with Shade's plan was that he had to manually steer the ship, not stop the steering wheel from moving. The issue wasn't that the steering wheel would move. It was that the water would just move the ship along regardless. Furthermore, even if he used air ground, or even if he just jumped from place to place, the twisting and turning ship, and the absolute blinding nature of the rain, which crashed down in sheets, rather than individually droplets, like a giant bucket of water for example, made it impossible to see properly for anyone. In that manner, Shade was delayed quite proportionally with each and every single sail, of which there were quite a few. Every second of delay was a second of being taken farther off course. Water from the rain was starting to fill the deck to drag the ship down too. It could sink it if Shade didn't have a way of scooping it out.

Shade actually needed to manually steer the ship too so that he could keep it from getting too far off course. However, having not been able to do that since he'd had to lower the sails, he lost precious time of doing this. The ship was turned to a completely different direction, and pushed and shoved to a completely different place than calculated due to its ferocity. Each sail took an adequate amount of time to lower, regardless of speed. This was because if Shade hoped not to fall, he'd have to be careful every time he got to the beam from which he must lower it, as water as well as movement made it impossibly slippery even for those with the greatest of balances. Regardless of any mastery, assumed skill, or actual close up experience, it was an incredibly difficult task. By the time things calmed down, the ship was completely off course from the islands.

Shade and Giriko were somewhere completely random. Neither one had brought a compass, so then navigation was going to be rather vexing if they didn't know where their initial location was. It was already close to evening when Giriko woke up. Shade would still have to get the water from the ship, and he'd have to find a way to put them back on course. And, on top of all of that, they had to eat. And so, eating, another barrel of each supply was depleted, leaving six in total remaining. Since they were delayed and off course, they would probably need to stock up a bit extra at the next island they came across, too. But, where was this next island? It was definitely uncertain, considering that they'd been pushed into a horribly off-course area. What could they do?

[Shade Kawada]

Luckily for Shade the rain was hardly an impairment to his vision. The shinigami’s senses were well above par, not to mention his photographic memory allowed him to navigate the ship flawlessly in pitch blackness. At any given moment he knew exactly where something was. He finished taking the sails down in a matter of moments and returned to the manual steering of the ship keeping it from blowing too far off-course. Although one fact remained, due to the lack of stars Shade was lost now, but thankfully since he’d kept the wheel from turning, the rudder did not change course. It was bad to do for extended periods of time because of the wear on the rudder, but it would keep them on the right course for the small amount of time that Shade was dealing with the sails. In reality someone didn’t need to be manually steering the ship 24/7. This was the difference between driving a car and driving a ship. Locking the wheel was essentially a way of putting the boat on auto-pilot.

As for balance, it was unnecessary when Shade could simply fly. Regardless, the task was completed in an impressive time for someone who’d never sailed before. With the sails down the shinigami had no choice but to use the small rowboat that came standard with any large ship to bail water as the boat was blown off-course. Using his larger strength the shinigami bucketed boatful after boatful of water off the edge. As he did this he made sure to pay attention to which way the wind was blowing the ship. Not only that, Shade threw a knotted length of rope attached to a piece of wood on one end, and the ship’s deck on the other. The shinigami had prepared this for this very purpose. The piece of wood, which was less effected by wind, would remain nearly stationary in the ocean as the ship traveled. Shade could gauge how long it took the rope to become taut to find out how fast the boat was going. This was the method used to gauge how many knots ships were traveling in the days before electronic gauges.

After determining both the direction and the speed Shade had a vague idea where they were after the storm calmed itself. It was a very vague idea, but it was better than nothing. He knew that his destination was somewhere south of where he’d been blown, so after eating some food, he and Giriko set off towards the south. Before retiring for the day, Shade ordered Giriko to stop at the next island he saw. Hopefully there would be somewhere for them to restock and acquire some hired hands.

[Zou ۞]

The first island that they arrived at was luckily large, but noticeably a spiritual island. How this could be noticed was that from a distance, one could see human ships sailing through the island, as if it was a ghost. This meant that the ships were not spiritual, and those onboard were not spiritually aware. This meant that tangibility between the two was not present, allowing anyone spiritually aware to deduce that this island could be used only by those who were spiritually aware. In this case, it was an island that Shade and Giriko would be able to use, and would happen to find quite useful as well, being an island that appeared to typically lack supplies. However, despite lacking supplies they could stock up on, what made it useful was what Shade and Giriko both would probably sense. They were going to feel it almost instantly as soon as they docked and set foot on it.

Though the island did not appear to have resources for them, the reiatsu in the air was thick, and it was powerful. It was like a strong fog. It had the air that there was a spiritual war here, which indicated constant fighting. The level at which it existed suggested that those here were probably not humans. Most likely, they were outcasts of various races, but humans seemed to be the least populous. Either way, the island itself was a gigantic jungle island, though the place at which they docked led to a shabby looking town. The ground was dirt, and blood was splattered in a lot of places. People walked over it normally, ignoring it. While there were children, families, etc, and restaurants and various other establishments, those that flourished the most seemed to be bars, and places to drink and socialize. Noticeably, many battle hardened people seemed to walk here. This must be gathering and competing place for people of relatively moderate strength.

Therefore, the use of this island was not to restock, but to find comrades to help with the ship. Besides that, there were islands not too far sailing distance off, probably a day only, that would have supplies too. First and foremost, this island should be used to recruit at least one or two others to help out with the ship. Since it was an island, it was even possible that if they looked in the right places, they could find someone that tended to be a sailor type, and would have powers capable of massively helping them on this journey. Giriko stepped onto the dock before Shade did, since Shade honestly was probably horrible at socializing. Giriko would be able to help Shade out with the talking when it came time to recruit someone. So, where to start?

[Shade Kawada]

Shade saw the island from a long ways away and was able to immediately identify it as a spiritual landmass. It wasn’t uncommon for entire islands to exist unbeknownst to the human residents of earth. The greatest concentration of such islands was in the infamous Bermuda Triangle. Regardless the lieutenant set a course for the island and docked at the port. Shade could sense the condition of the people that dwelled on the landmass. Most were fairly powerful. It was likely that this was a gathering of outcasts from various races. This was the kind of place that would not even exist in Shade’s perfect world. Such ghetto, slum-like areas would simply be erased from the map and everyone participating in the violence that occurred in such places would be systematically executed.

But Shade could not enact his view of justice now. It just so happened that at this point in time he needed the island for its most bountiful resource... Manpower... Shade had predetermined the kind of men he was looking for. He wanted good sailors, not good fighters. The lieutenant would be firm about this prerequisite. He needed to be able to kill them at the turn of a hat. In addition to not being the most skilled fighters, Shade wanted scum. He wanted the hired hands to be so repugnant and insulting that he’d feel he was doing the world a favor by getting rid of them. For these reasons Shade chose the place he and Giriko would look first.

“We need two more sailors...” stated the lieutenant to the fourth seat, “I desire to search for them at an establishment that serves alcoholic beverages...” Shade had thought this through well. A bar would contain some of the worst people on the island and some of the most desperate as well. Shade had never allowed alcohol to touch his lips, and didn’t plan to. He detested the thought of entering such a low-brow facility. The vice-captain followed his fourth seat into the first pub they came across and they each took a seat in a booth near the back of the bar. Shade rested his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together as his nose rested just under his hands. The vice-captain peered over his fingers at the type of people inhabiting the bar. He was disgusted by what he saw. Drunkards, troublemakers, murderers, outcasts, thieves, rapists, and even the occasional prostitute. If it were up to him, all these people would be dead right now. This was exactly where he wanted to begin looking for some expendable help for this journey.

Shade would likely stick out like a sore thumb in the pub. His well-groomed hair, lieutenant badge, shinigami robes, and zanpakutou gave him away as a soul reaper that had not been kicked out of Soul Society. Naturally everyone here knew what Soul Society was and some likely held negative opinions of it. It was only a matter of waiting now until someone approached the two of them. When that happened the lieutenant would simply let his fourth seat handle the business as he sat back thought of different ways to kill his hired help once he completed the mission.

[Zou ۞]

"AHAWWWW, YEEEAAHHHH!" a voice screamed in the same instant that Shade walked into the bar. If he looked towards the source of the voice, he'd say the speaker. It was a man with spiky blond hair, a vague tan, and a dark blue tank top. A black dragon tattoo was visible on his left arm. His body was toned, quite muscular. He wore gray military pants and black leather combat boots too. Sunglasses were visible on his face, tinted dark and black. He sat at a wooden round table. His exclamation revealed that he had a minor accent in the way he spoke. And, the reason for this exclamation of joy was that he'd just won an arm wrestling contest. His hand was pinning another hand to the table, keeping it there. The hand belonged to a muscular red head in a tank top as well.

"Ugh...SHIT...It burns...! I can't move my arm...!" the red head exclaimed. Anyone with half a brain cell would take notice of what he'd said. It burns. How could arm wrestling burn? It didn't bode well for anyone that arm wrestled this guy, of course. "Hey, bastard..." the blond one said, suddenly becoming very serious in facial expression and tone. "You lost. You know what that means, don't you?" The red head's eyes widened in shock, and he tried to get up and escape, struggling viciously. "N...No!" he exclaimed. "Hey, man...I was just kidding back then, man! I swear!" The blond looked up at the redhead, using his free hand to slowly take his sunglasses off, continuing to grin widely. His eyes were noticeably solid white. "Hey, man...Losing is losing..." he noted. "And guess the fuck what? Your arm belongs to me, now."

Suddenly, the entire arm pinned beneath the strength of the blond's hand became red. The redhead started screaming, and suddenly the glow faded. The blond smacked his tongue inside of his mouth, as if tasting something. "Tastes like shit..." he said. It was visible then that the red head was missing his entire right arm. Not even ashes remained, and the wound was completely cauterized. "You can have this back." The blond shoved his fist into the red head's chest, and suddenly that too glowed red, but in a circle this time. A huge gaping hole opened up in the red head's chest, and he fell to the floor dead with a steaming and cauterized hole in his chest. The blond put his sunglasses back on, grinning. "Fuckin' dirtbag."

Meanwhile, no one actually noticed, or seemed to care about the death of the red headed one. Commotions were all over the bar. That one had just been the loudest and most impressive. Elsewhere, at a corner table, an enormous, heavily muscular dark skinned man could be seen. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his huge, toned, rippling muscles were like an anaconda. Speaking of anacondas, one was coiled around one of his massive arms. It looked like a tiny tree snake compared to him. The dark man was bald, and had glowing red eyes. He wore light blue khaki shorts. "You makin' fun of my shorts, son?" he asked an equally large pale man at the table. The two men started boxing at each other in the middle of the bar.

"Who should we approach, Kawada-San?" Giriko asked.

[Shade Kawada]

Shade observed the scene from his seat in the bar. Like everyone else in the pub, he didn’t bat an eyelash as the blond man severed the arm of his red-headed counterpart. The lieutenant simply observed the man’s unique ability as he finished off the man. It was only natural that most people on this island possessed some powerful abilities, because they themselves came from places like Death Inc, Soul Society, Las Noches, and even perhaps the Devil’s Vendetta. The vice-captain would have a hard time finding weak people like he wanted. “Who should we approach, Kawada-San?” said the fourth seat, interrupting the shinigami’s train of thought. Shade turned to his comrade and glared at him with malicious eyes for a few moments before turning his eyes to the men in the corner of the room boxing it out with each other. “Such scum...” thought the lieutenant, “Everyone in here deserves... death...” Finally the lieutenant responded to Giriko’s question. “The two in the corner... If they haven’t shown any signs of spiritual abilities by the end of their squabble... Get them... bring them here with the promise of money if you have to...” said Shade with a voice devoid of any feeling. He didn’t care how awkward it might be for his subordinate. Giriko was his tool to use how he saw fit. He was the underling. He had no room to speak back to Shade and would do as he was told just as the vice-captain did as he was told when given an order by a superior.

The lieutenant said no more as he continued to observe the brawl for any signs of spiritual abilities in either of the two men. Shade would also look around the bar for other options in case these men turned out to possess little sailing experience. The vice-captain also needed to know which of the two men was stronger so he’d know which one would share his shift and which one would share Giriko’s. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on the stronger one while Giriko watched the weaker one. He wasn’t about to trust these men on his ship without supervision. They were scum and deserved nothing except their inevitable death. Shade would rescue the daughter of the Central 46 member by himself and receive all the honor and recognition for it if it killed him. Then again, would he get more recognition if he kept his comrade alive as well? The soul reaper began to consider the possibility that the mission might not be considered as great of a success if there were shinigami casualties. Giriko hadn’t exactly done anything wrong and was a hard worker.

He’d worry about that detail later. Right now the shinigami concentrated on the fight on the two huge men in the corner table duking it out. Shade tried to gauge their strength as they fought. Any information he could gather on them would be useful. From the looks of things they didn’t possess much fighting experience and it appeared to merely be a drunken bar fight. They were not, however, to be underestimated. Shade would not allow himself to be taken advantage of by someone just because he underestimated their strength.

[Zou ۞]

The blond's reiatsu indicated that he was a mod soul. It would take a few moments of sensory to figure it out, but yes. He was most certainly a mod soul. Even though this meant he wouldn't have variety, and that one technique he'd already displayed was his only trick, it didn't mean he lacked additional power within it. As a mod soul, he had multiple levels for that single technique, meaning he could use it for stronger means. He seemed pretty advanced and tough as a mod soul. Though Shade could probably beat him, it was unlikely that he could do so without sustaining any form of damage. It was a wise move to ignore the blond man with the sunglasses, and focus instead on the brawlers in the corner.

On the other hand, they weren't ordinary and powerless either. This was a spiritual island. For them to be here, they had to be spiritually aware beings. And, while it should be evident that there were few to no humans present on this island, as an acute sensor would feel only reiatsu belonging to the more well known races, they were still something with human emotions in addition to powers. Spiritually aware beings typically had some kind of power, unless they were human. Not all spiritually aware humans had powers. However, they still had reiatsu, even if it was weak. Though Shade couldn't sense the whole island, there were no "unknown" reiatsu types. Human reiatsu was the most difficult to pinpoint, and the least well know about. It always varied quite a bit. If he were a better sensor, Shade would be able to determine that since there were few to no "unknowns," there were few to no humans.

At any rate, the two boxing men soon escalated from just boxing. "Sierra!" the dark man exclaimed during the scuffle. The anaconda visible on his enormous arm suddenly lashed outwards, and it became covered in flames. Not only was it covered in flames, but the body appeared to be made of some sort of diamond substance. The various creases in the diamond released a gas, and the diamond surface continued to ignite sparks. So that was how it used fire. It was covered in fire without harming itself. It was an anaconda, meaning it was fast, and it could constrict with massive strength. It was also made of diamonds which would pierce into an enemy, and flames which would burn them. It was detailed, and on top of that it had a mind of its own, and powers. The dark man was a Bount, no doubt about it. Low enough level that he only had one doll. Meanwhile, the pale man clapped his hands together. "VEGA!" he declared. Suddenly, a cheap stone ring he'd been wearing suddenly transfigured into a large stone grizzly bear, which stood on its hind legs, and punched the anaconda away. This guy was a low level Bount too.

Elsewhere in the bar, at the counter, three men were laughing merrily as they slammed empty jugs down simultaneously. "AHAHAHA! HERE'S TO ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL TRIP!" one of them declared joyously. They were obviously sailors. It should be obvious to Shade by now that just about everyone here on this island had at least some kind of spiritual ability. The three sailors drinking beer together were all relatively the same looking. They were all blond men with medium length unruly hair, and all of them were white. However, they had different styles. One had a toothpick in his mouth, and wore a snazzy black suit. Another wore white khaki shorts, and a flower decoration Hawaiin shirt. The third one wore a flannel of red and black, some denim blue pants, and had on sunglasses and a red hunting hat. There were plenty of people that Shade and Giriko could approach.

[Zieg Revolver]

OOC: Hey satsu is it too late to join this, if not, how would i do so? Just through a random gate entrance?

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Probably late now, because Shade's already quite a ways into sailing.

[Alkaid Alkane]

OOC: Okay, never mind then.

[Shade Kawada]

(OOC: You need to post faster in Canon 6 before you can think of joining another canon, dude... Also, Zou, did you purposefully give one of the guys a snake power and the other a bear power so that when they fused they'd become a bearsnake? Cause... that would be legit...)

Shade’s expression didn’t change as the two men who were fighting demonstrated spiritual ability. In fact, with his exceptional energy sensory the lieutenant could determine that most, if not everyone, on this island had enough reiatsu to possess SOME kind of manifestation of spiritual abilities. It seemed that finding someone without spiritual abilities would be impossible, so finding the weakest people would be the next best thing. The shinigami observed the two burly men with tactful eyes. They both appeared rather strong, but the bount possessed what Shade considered a brute ability, meaning it appeared to have no tricks or catches. It was simply a straightforward summon that no doubt possessed heightened physical capabilities. This person was the kind of fighter that Shade could deal with easily if things came down to it. He’d choose this man and required one other. That’s when Shade noticed three men sitting at the bar. All of them looked relatively the same, but he only needed one more.

It was better to acquire sailors that hadn’t worked together before since he didn’t want a mutiny or anything, for this reason Shade chose to select two people that seemed not to know each other. It would ensure that they’d be terrible at working together in terms of fighting. The lieutenant would send Giriko to offer one of the three sailors a job. He made it clear to pick the one that was willing to work for the least amount of ryo. This would no doubt indicate the most desperate of the three and hopefully the weakest. Shade would hold back on sending Giriko after the bount since he wanted to see the fight come to a conclusion before he interrupted them. It was better to acquire his first shipmate while he waited for the outcome of the fight. The soul reaper sent Giriko as he remained in his seat, observing the two men duke it out. One of them would be selected. One of them would be given a job. One of them would die...