f it was one thing Gideon hadn't gotten accustomed to about Alabasta was the heat. In a nearby town, not too far away from his current position, his Captain was busy breaking free his sister. Gideon had also offered to tag along but Baz was persistent to do it solo. Maybe his sister wasn't comfortable with new faces or maybe Baz hadn't fully trust him as yet but for whatever reason, Gideon opted to pick up some supplies for their long journey out on the sea. Baz definitely didn't look like someone who could cook and also, Gideon needed additional supplies such as lumber, nails, decking and additional sails in case of natural disasters. The dingy haired shipwright turned pirate wore a large poncho, about 18 inches in length, which negated the beating sun from his skull. Concealed in a dingy leather skin cloak, the man strolled through the town as low-key as possible. Accompanied by his spotted duck, who attempted to pull the crate of supplies he'd accumulated.About two meters from his current position, there was a tavern coming up on the left, pulling the cart to the opposite side of the street, so his supplies would be within view from inside the tavern, Gideon pulled out one of the extra sails from the supplies, shrouding the supplies in the cart with it's fixture.  

Waddling behind him, Gideon walked three meters forwards with his duck at his rear. Entering the tavern, it was quite spacious. It took about a meter or so inwards to make to the bar. Making it to the sectioned off bar, there seemed to be a dead silence. Which was odd for this time of the day. Inspecting the tavern, now sitting at the centre stool of the bar, there was one character in specific that stuck out like a sore thumb. For one reason and one reason only, it wasn't the man's skin, nor the wings that were draping out from his back. What truly made him stick out was the simple fact that he was peering directly at every and everyone who entered the bar. Gideon swung his bar stool slightly, to face the man's direction but before he could asked a question, the barkeep chimed in, "Hey! No animals in my place." the man exclaimed, looking at the Spotted Duck, tapping his foot. Refocusing his attention to the barkeep, "He's not an animal, he's family. Where I go, he goes." Gideon said, tucking his head downwards, so the newly bought poncho would shroud his face. "Family... Look Mister... Either the duck goes or you go." the barkeep said adamantly. Looking up towards the barkeep, revealing his face with a slightly annoyed expression, Gideon reached into his pockets and tossed a bag of beli onto the table, "Can I have some root beer, punk?" Gideon inquired, using his usual utterance at the end of his sentences.

ll most loosing his nerve with the barkeep, the oddly dressed and skin-toned gentleman interjected, digging into his jacket and revealing a piece of brown tinted paper. It was quite familiar, it's texture that is, as it was a wanted poster and in the last few days, Gideon had seen quite a few of them with his face and also the face of his Captain's plastered over them. After the barkeep saw the man's name and bounty, he lost his mind. "R-R-Rikaru. The Rikaru..." the man said, as his face turned pale almost as if he'd seen a ghost. "Wow... It's higher than mine." Gideon thought, getting slightly depressed after seeing the amount of zero's behind the man's bounty's comma, Gideon's face turned sullen from the disappointment. The barkeep served both men pitcher's filled with root beer, placing two cups on the table, the man retreated to the other-side of the bar, shooting a quick smile to men before retreating to a safe distance. As the barkeep went to serve another customer sitting at a pair of tables close to the bar, the townspeople started to gossip. "That blonde... He's the man whose been rumoured to have defeated the Winged Prince, Ubuntu in Rainbase." the people said under their breath but it was loud enough that Gideon could here it from his seat.

The high bountied pirate inquired for Gideon's name, he paused for a moment, as his introduction's are now slightly longer due to his newest affiliation. Gideon placed his thumb to his chest, taking a deep breathe before he spoke. "My name's Gideon O. Zion. I'm the shipwright for the Red Wing Pirates, led by my pirate captain, Bazel Wiggins." Gideon said grinning, as his duck now hopped up to the stool, sipping Gideon's root beer from his cup. Turning quickly, "Damn duck!" Gideon said, slapping the duck across his head. The duck quacked loudly, at this point, if the duck could've talked, it appeared that Gideon and the duck where going back and worth. The Spotted Bill Duck waving his waves in Gideon's face, while Gideon clamped the duck's beak shut. Regaining composure, Gideon gave the duck his cup, turning back towards the barkeep, "Oi! Give me one more!" Gideon exclaimed. "Good thing Baz isn't here... You're bounty is even higher than his. Though, it's not by much, fam." Gideon said grinning, waiting for his extra glass to arrive.

he duck happily gobbled away at the root beer while Gideon waiting for the second glass to be delivered. Sliding the glass against the counter, the barkeep kept his distance, trying not to make eye contact with neither man. "I'm sure Baz would be interested in having someone near his caliber join up, punk." Gideon said grinning. "I'm more concerned on making sure whatever vessel where on can withstand any climate, so sure, I'm suppose to be meeting up with him in the Capital, which isn't too far from here." Gideon explained. "Baz is a kind of go with the flow kind of guy so it's not like he'd say no to another trouble maker. Though between you, me and him, I'd see his little sister having a rough time." Gideon said scratching his head. "Well let's enjoy a few brews and then meet back up with the Captain. I'm trying to keep a low profile seeing that due to the incident in Rainbase, the Royal Guard is patrolling small towns trying to find me." Gideon stated turning to pour himself some root beer into his glass from the pitchers on the table.

 

lting the beer jug towards the sky as he gobbled down the ale, Gideon finished off the pitcher within a few minutes. "Ah!" the man exclaimed, fully satisfied from beer's elixir swarming around in his gut. After the man's quick dialogue, the wood belonging to that of the bar counter would be begin to burn, as if you'd put an extremely hot pot on it's fram. Instead of a pot shaped circular marking, what was left in his wake was a hand print. Gideon processed the comment about Baz's strength, I mean, he was strong enough to topple over a few stone structures. Though, Gideon believed he himself could probably topple a few stone structures, he couldn't fly and he'd had no idea what exactly the flames on Baz's body the capabilities of doing. "Easy there... I mean the barkeeps a dick but no need to thrash his countertop,fam." Gideon said grinning. "I don't mind you testing him either. Any man I call Captain should be able to handle any challenge. Though, I'm not sure what kind of bird he transforms into... Seeing as I've never seen anything like it in my life. However, if I had to bet on you or Baz in a fight, I'd choose Baz any-day." Gideon said grinning each to pour himself another pitcher. Looking at the burn mark as he rose his fifteenth glass, "I'm assuming you've eaten a Devil Fruit, punk. Not sure what exactly they are, Baz never really clarified it but it seems they give you supernatural abilities." Gideon stated.  

"Seeing as you have a bounty as large as Baz's, there's something I was meaning to ask him but I haven't gotten the chance yet. Have you ever heard about a Kingdom in the sky?" Gideon inquired. He'd know his question had sounded preposterous, everyone he's asked about it so far has laughed at his claim on his journey towards the capital. The Super Spotted duck swung around and around on the stool's spinning seat, getting dizzier and dizzier after every turn. The man grabbed his duck, exiting the tavern with the winged man at his side.