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"Shanks." The first mate kept his hands steadily occupied with rewrapping his captain's wound. It had bled through the bandages much too fast for comfort, despite the healing herbs being applied. He didn't raise his voice, but the tone told Shanks clearly that he was being scolded. "How much of this had you actually thought through beforehand?"
"He ate the fruit, didn't he?" The captain grinned. "That means we're almost done here! Though I'm sure gonna miss him."
"That is not what I am talking about." Ben's voice was still calm.
"Ah, and he got the lesson about how dangerous a pirate's life is, too. He's not going to follow us until the time is ready. It all worked out fine!" Turning slightly to face his first mate's frown, he shrugged helplessly with one arm. "Come on, Ben! What's wrong?"
"Shanks." Ben said again. "Did you or did you not plan on getting your arm ripped off today?"
"Oh... That." Shanks looked a bit abashed, but only for a moment. "Nah," he said, reviving his grin. "But it sure made the point come through!"