Serious: A Master's Plight

Suddenly Crow stood up. He had just remembered something. He didn't have to join a pirate crew to find his sister. Sure, that was always a possibility if this didn't work out, but first he had to try his other options. Getting a bounty was a one way thing. Once he had it, there was no way he could escape it without changing his appearance and name.

"I've got to go," Crow told Archon and Kenny. He threw some money down on the table to pay for his drink. "See you later."

With that he turned away from the table and left the bar. A part of him felt sad, like he had just missed out on a grand opportunity, but he shook it off. Missed opportunities were not fun, but what he did now was more important.

Kenny listened carefully, looking for words that will prove that these people were what he was looking for. And then, he heard something: "... voyage...". At that very second, Kenny's young mind was about to explode with an absurd amount of questions he had to ask. The first man who competed against him just left, and it was time for Kenny to speak. "So..." He opened, trying to sound as coll and sophisticated as possible. "A voyage... you don't seem like a marine, are you... by any chance... a PIRATE?" Kenny said as he pointed at Archon's face to emphasize his question, almost touching the man's nose.

"A man as powerful as yourself must be a first mate at least, maybe even a captain. Wait, you are looking for people, that must mean you are a pirate captain! That's great! I was looking for someone like you for ever!" Kenny said, not even stopping to give Archon a chance to answer his first question. "You know Gol D. Roger? I want to be like him! The most powerful man in the world! Wait, that's a stupid question, of course you know him, you are a pirate!" Kenny said, without even knowing if what he said was true. He continued blasting questions away while jumping up and down on his chair with enthusiasm. The kid obviously had a problem controlling his mouth, he was annoyingly childish.

The waitress blushed with embarrassment as she looked at him. "I knew I shouldn't have given him that much sugar... his at it again..." She muttered as she approached Kenny. "Calm down Kenny, don't bother the nice gentleman" She said. "I'm terribly sorry sir, would you like me to give you a different table?" She asked Archon with an apologetic smile.

Archon blinked once. Then twice. The kid rattled off his stream of questions and exclamations without even allowing Archon a word in edgewise. He sat in stunned silence as the waitress apologized for him. Then Archon began laughing. He laughed heartily, adopting the exact sort of laugh one would adopt for a child who just said something fantastically silly.

He took a deep breath, and turned to the waitress. "I think I'll be fine here. He is quite the case though." He coughed, and turned to Kenny. "Look here, kid. I can see you have dreams, and I respect that. I have them too." He spoke, standing up from his seat. "But so many kids, just like you, go out to the seas without knowing what they're getting into. I didn't come here to the Grand Line in the crew I lead now. Do you know what happened to my old comrades?" He paused, leaning on the table. "They're dead. They were thirty strong, and they were not good enough. And they were men, not boys. Boys don't belong on the seas. Think about it when you're ten years older." He stood up, handing the waitress some money. "For the cocoa. I'll be going now."

He strolled over to the door, before turning again, addressing the entire bar. "You were all here during Fei Wu Shang's reign. I'm sure none of you are stupid enough to rat me out to the marines." He smirked. "For their sake."

Then he was out.