Shiryu was sitting a little away from the drinking, laughing loudly and rowdy members of the Blackbeard Pirates. Shiryu smoked, occasionally taking sips of whiskey. He was diligently and almost lovingly cleaning his sword of the blood left over from the last fight. He takes care of the sword as carefully as if it were a beloved woman. When he saw the person who came up to him, he raised an eyebrow, letting out smoke. And how long are you going to stare at me in silence?