Wishing for What?

Danger sighed. Why'd he have bad luck. And why did she have to land right in front of him. He shook his head, placing his dagger back into his belt. "You look like you've got a few questions that need answering." he said quietly, eyes dull, emotionless.

He spread his arms wide. "I'm an open book." he smiled, but the smile didn't even touch his eyes, they remained exactly the same. He continued to push down emotions. Already, he didn't care. The best thing a pirate could do was not be over run by emotions.

Danger was definately not expecting her to hug him. That, definately put him off balance. When she stepped back, he also took a step back, folding his arms across his chest. He would have told her that he didn't care about the people on the ship, and just the ship, but he wasn't sure how true that was. That ship held a lot of memories, whether good or bad.

When she called him Danger, he just shook his head. "There's a reason I introduced myself as James." he said quietly, emotionless eyes watching her face. "And really, I didn't lie. I didn't tell the whole truth, but I didn't lie." he sighed, uncrossing his arms and sticking them in his pockets. "Considering what the World Government's been doing to pirates, I didn't figure that telling everyone that I was a pirate would be particularily wise." he shook his head. "Probably for the same reason you don't go about screaming and advertising that you're a princess."

Danger shook his head. "What, do you expect me to be nice to you? To grovel at your feet? You blew up my ship!" he knew he didn't have to answer to her, and he tried to force down his emotions. He could feel the flare of his anger as what she had done began to sink in. And that was never good. He was done talking. He kicked the dirt with his boot, and turned towards the docks, and water. His safe haven, water.

Danger didn't even turn around. "Good riddance." he muttered. He knew she wouldn't believe him if he told her that he hadn't been able to kill her because of his childishness. That she should be thankful that she met him then and not now.

He walked out onto the dock, and stared into the water. It was charred now. His emotionless eyes took it all in. "I guess you had good reason to send me to this school Captain." he said dully out into the water, shaking his head. "I'm just sorry I couldn't protect you." with that, he dove into the water, the side that hadn't yet been touched by the ashes of the ship, and pushed himself deep. Once deep enough, he swam. Hard and fast several feet beneath the surface.