A chuckle would escape the Ookama's lips, the way that Cecelia and Anton bickered reminded him of an old married couple, like his grandfathers, it was a funny sight to see but honestly it really wasn't the time and place, yet the normality of it sent a calming presence down the male, it was only when the ookama spotted James did he release a grunt, moving forward Pritchard would place a hand in fron of James line of vision disrupting the booty gazing. "Thats not nice" Pritchard would say though the tone of his voice would give away that he was not being serious.

Yet he had waited for James to also speak prior to covering the line of vision, once again an outragous answer from the rather dirty minded wax manipulator. "Yeah, why not shatter the teeth and let the abundance of devil fruit users become annihilated by the sheer amount of water thats going to come our way." Pritchard would say shaking his head. He himself had an idea, when he as younger, his mother used to read him a book, Pinnochio, they got swallowed by a whale, yet the tickled the big drippy thing or something oh no wait was it a fire. "Fire" Pritchard would say as his eyes widened. "Smoke it out, we can start a fire and smoke it out, surely it will need to return to the surface for air, maybe it will eject us aswell" Pritchard would say with a hopeful tone to his voice.

A chuA mischievious grin would settle upon the Ookama's face as the male groaned about him getting in the way, It would seem he was a bit put out in the end that they had decided to utilize Pritchards plan instead of his own yet to be fair the ookama's was less dangerous for the devil fruit users and was kind of more, how do you say, suitable for the situation? Pritchard would raise his head at the shot, the gunfire obviously caused confusion over the mans face, but the sudden reveleation of a video snail located somewere in Cecelia's room was a shocking piece of information. Thus the ookama probably did the smartest thing he could do, he moved well away from James incase Cecelia decided she needed more target practice.

Like Anton and James, Pritchard would head to the side of the ship only to see the pirates beginning their ascencion above the ship. "If everyone would stand backwards" Pritchard would say gently, James had already done so, due to the loss of interest, honestly did this boy have a brain, or was his plan just to get by on his looks. As the seven figures jumped on board, they would be greeted with the Ookama whose body would have already begun to produce the soapy bubbles his devil fruit had given him. In one graceful spin these bubbles shot forth and clung to the pirates whom looked starved and somewha psychotic, These bubbles of his would reduce the fighting spirit of the creatures reducing their over all strength. Yet another gunshot would be heard, pain flushed through his body as the bullet grazed his right shoulder. His hand instinctively moved to cover the wound, taking a few steps back. Strength reduction was kinda useless against marksman. He should have utilized his other attack, at least the bubbles clung to the pirates allowign his allies to attack without fear of feeling the reduction.

The graze was deeper than Pritchard had originally believed, the fact that it continued to bleed, blood stained the hand of the ookama yet he could not afford to just stand idle, his crew mates were currently needing him. It would seem the pirates would split up after engaging Anton, splitting in to groups of two while a single other attended to Celia, Biting his lip Pritchard would be unable to utilize the rest of his devil fruits ability without hindering his allies, this was a bit of a wake up call, he would need to work on creating some close contact based abilities with the fruit. Regardless right now he had pirates to worry about, thankfully the two that charged him were not gun wielders, instead they held swords.

Sure two sword wielding crazy people were charging him and he was thankful they didn't have guns. What a strange and crazy fucking world they lived in. Sword slashes came, but thankfully the dancer was nimble, he could move quickly and beautifully and in ways only a dancer could move, He had to wait for an opening, and finally it came, one of the sword wielding pirates brought their sword in a downward motion, allowing the dancer to side step the assault, this would then let him strike, His leg came straight up in a perfect line, ending with his foot pointing directly in to the sky, during this motion the leg would strike the pirate directly in the chin, the resulting crunch could easily be detected as a broken chin, yet it would be impossible for anyone to see, for he was no longer on board the ship.

The force of the attack would blast the broken chinned pirate from the ship, into the air and overboard, the resulting splash would confirm him hitting the water. The secondary pirate was not a male, but a female, yet Pritchard did not discriminate, he would once again weave in and out of attacks. Though the woman was petite, nimble and though tired from being hungry and thirsty combined with her fighting spirit leaving her, she was talented. Pritchards body would be cut in multiple places, thankfully her sluggishness allowed the cuts to be shallow, but if she were at full fighting capability this woman, well Pritchard would be shish kabab.

Yet she stumbled, granting Pritchard the ideal time to unlesh another technique, his leg came along the ground, the poweful dancers leg catching the woman off guard, with the swiping motion her body began to fall through the air, yet it would not meet the ground gently for the same leg that performed the swipe would come around in a crescent like manouvre, quick and effortless. This leg would then be brought down with such ferocious strength and speed that the resulting strike would push the female through the deck of the ship and force her to land upon the floor below, completely unconcious. "Fuck" Pritchard would say, as he looked down and then to Anton. His face bright red, a single hand moving to the back of his head as he scratched it sheepishly.

Thankfully, it would seem Anton nor anyone else from the crew were annoyed at the fact he had damaged it, "Ugh, Thank you" Pritchard would say as his face flushed red. Pritchard would proceed to head below, checking the woman he had broken, placing his hand upon the neck of the female, there was a pulse, Sighing gently thankfully he had not killed her. He did not like taking the lives of others. Thus picking her up and throwing her across his shoulder the marine would head back up and place her with the others, using the rope he would tie up the prisoners, having not bothered to help James out, he could handle the girl and if not Celia or Anton would easily be able to take down the other opponent.

Making sure the prisoners were secure, Pritchard would grasp one of the lanterns in which he had lit previously and hold it in the direction the pirates came from. "There has to be somewere they came from, a ship that we could light up, if we can burn a ship that could produce enough smoke to get us out of here." Pritchard would say looking to his crew once the female had been sudued. Now they would need to find a way to get to the ship, obviously inside was liquid, if they hit it well the devil fruit users were fucked. They really needed to find an aqequate way of exploring without actually rishing them dying. "so what is our plan"