Jimmy, who was carrying Curly, had walked into the room and was faced with the rest of the crew..He gently laid Curly down before taking a seat.

Daisuke: "Woohoo! Happy Birthday, Captain! This rocks!" He exclaimed, the blood dripping from the slash across his face and the numerous scars all over his body.

Swansea: "Hear, hear..." He picked up a bottle of mouthwash from the table and raised it upwards..Some of the blood falling down from the two bullet wounds engraved into his skull. "To Captain Jimbo!" He then chugged a bit of it.

Anya: "Come on! you have to give a speech!" She said, the color having been drained from her eyes and her mouth oozing out blood, running down onto her shirt.

Swansea: "Go on! Have at it! You better make it good."

Daisuke: "Hell yeah!"

Anya: "Our Captain..Captain Jimmy."

Jimmy: Jimmy seemed quite unnerved and quivered in his seat a bit..Looking down at the knife and glancing between it and Curly, who was laid out on the table as if he were a cake or such...He seemed to be debating on what to do right now..Glancing around the rest of his dead crewmembers before looking back down at his disfigured bestfriend laying down in the center of them.