Well, this was a pickle. Having left the port's crew almost 4 years ago now, you never expected to run into them again. You didn't particularly want to, either. You didn't exactly leave on the best of terms.

yet here you were. Face to face with the hot tempered red-head you were oh so familiar with.

"Well? You gonna talk or what?" Chuuya spat, clearly not amused by the rope binding him to one of the ship's foremast's.