Knock, Knock Madam Hana-ho

One could say the man was riding on a winner’s high. Or he simply had a death wish. Either way, the splotched man had gone north past the beach and up into Armada territory. It wasn’t that he wanted to get himself killed but after his recent successes down south with Tojo-Kai, he wasn’t ready to come back yet. Truthfully, he was rather disappointed in his sons who had done fucking terribly in the raid against Valhalla (not like he’d done much better). So what better way to ask for forgiveness than to come home with the one prize the Pirate King wanted most? Well, Gilgamesh at least hoped Sparrow still wanted banana-what’shername to come back still.

So he approached the Col with slinking steps. His paw had been bandaged terribly after he had lost a toe, but that pain wasn’t bothering him anymore. After you get your ankle snapped, you don’t really notice a missing toe. Plus he had managed to grab a bottle of booze on his way up so that was helping. With his two companions in tow, Erich the owl and Urtur the wolverine, they paused only momentarily at the sight of Dreamer’s Col. What a dreary fucking place to live. Eh, more power to these assholes, right?

Crossing the border without a sound or a call to mister douche bag himself, Gil snuck into the Col in search for the pretty lady that he really couldn’t understand why Sparrow loved so much. His own wife was a lot better looking anyway. Moving through the corridors on silent paws, the pirate made his way deeper into the territory. Tucking into corners and hiding in the shadows whenever someone’s scent got close, he did his best to go unnoticed.

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