Wade was silent through the entire walk, having not said a single word sense he set foot out of the bar with Captain Steele, and he perfered it that way. He enjoyed the silence, and used it as thinking time for himself. It didn't last long, however, as they soon arrived at the habor and Wade was introduced to Captain's Steele's ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge. Hearing the praise Steele made about it, Wade let out a whistle. "It is a sight, I tell ya that much, Cap'n. " And that it was. It was quite large and, judging by the cannons and blood-red flags, it was intimadating and well fortified. Wade took a few steps forward so that he was now standing next to the young Captain, getting a closer look at the vessel. He was a single footstep away from getting on the ramp to board the ship. Wade turned to Steele as he spoke and nodded in response. "I'd like a tour, sir." He would say in a relaxed voice, his smile not fading but softening as he now turned and began to walk up the ramp to the ship. Once actually on board, me looked around. The main deck was very, very large, being able to hold who knows how many people. There was currently 20 Marines, alot of them being a lower rank than Wade. All of them looked directly at him, taking in his odd appearance and height.

Wade couldn't help but marvel at the sight of all the work going on. It reminded him of a sort of autonomous machine, working effortlessly and without hinderance. Even as Steele came and stood beside him, he didn't break his gaze from the labor that the crew members were doing...at least...not until there was the suddenly swinging of a doors and a helpless Marine running out screaming as what seemed to be a bipedal crocodile following him. Yup. You know. Cause why not. Shaking those thoughts from his head, Wade reacted fast and suddenly, to those with untrained eye, disappeared before the crew before suddenly reappearing about 2 meters to the left of the crocodile man, holding the Marine in his arms. He would promptly let him down and urged him to run as he now turned to the reptilian humanoid. Wade, despite the circumstances, still had his large, creepy-ass smile on his face as he took a few steps forward, yet not getting close enough to be within grabbing or hitting range. Slowly, he would change his stance into that of a fighting one. His hands were up and open as he gained footing. The beast was at least about 2 feet taller than him and had far more muscle mass, but that didn't deter Wade in the least as he braced himself for a assault.

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Wade's never left the hulking mass of scales and muscles as he returned to his neutral, relaxed stance. Nor did his smile fade in the least, even as he noticed the small crocodile around the bigger one's neck. "So, cap'n...the tour?" Wade would suddenly say as he clapped his hands together and casually made his way back to Captain Steele's side, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Indeed, considering Wade's history and natural feelings towards others, it wouldn't be surprising to one who knows him that he was comfortable with the sudden "enemy to ally" change. The men who were present for the ordeal simply stared wide-eyed at what unfolded before them. It would seem that the very idea of facing Croc in battle, let alone a one-on-one fight with nothing but their bare hands, was quite outlandish to them. Honestly, who could blame them for thinking that way?

In any case, Wade now stood in-front of the commander, truly showing just how massive both of them were compared to any other normal human being. "I believe we was headin' to the Captain's Quarters, cap'n.." Wade said before turning and, smile plastered on his face, would begin to casually and, albeit, lazily make his way to the door that lead to the area.

Wade already turned around and was walking away as the Captain was scowling him. "Haven't a life to give, Cap'n....haven't a life to give..." Wade would say as he continued onward, his eyes snapping to Steele as he went ahead and opened the door to the area and proceeded to sit down at his little desk. Wade, though always respectful to his superiors, couldn't help but rather feel a bit of vexation at the young captain. Justice, to Wade at least, does not change shape. Rather, people use it as a shield for their actions. As a reason to be cruel. Unlike Laws, which are subject to change in the view of editor, Justice is absolute and is beyond Laws, much like how Injustice is absolute. Both can exist without and with laws and both cannot exist without each other. Though Wade wanted to inform of this, he decided to simply do nothing. It's not like it's gonna help him and the chances are that he may even get into a arguement.

As for the situation between the Marine and Croc, Wade simply shrugged it off. Sure he didn't know what the Marine did, but, then again.....it's a Marine running from his life, screaming that "it was a joke" from a hulking mass of scales, muscles, and teeth. Wade simply didn't feel that his actions didn't really need to be viewed in a way that they seemed reckless. In any case, Wade broke out of his thoughts as he looked about the room, taking the sights in. This didn't last long, however, as his smile almost instantly vanished at the sight of papers and a pen. He grunted and sighed, knowing that this wouldn't be a fight that he could win. Verbally at least. Thus, he sucked up his annoyance and signed the papers, filling them out before walking out the room without a word, knowing the Croc eventually would follow him to show him around the ship.

EXIT