The great blue seas of the North Blue. Well, really any sea was great and blue, but the North Blue was Gerard's home Blue, and so it was more important than others in his eyes. This was the first time he had been off of his home island of Spider Miles, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited about this new adventure.

Now, many would find the great expanse of ocean boring, especially since nothing was happening right now. But thankfully, Gerard had something to keep him occupied. And not just trying to run the entire ship by himself. The waters were calm enough that Gerard didn't need to keep an eye on the damaged ship that he had stolen. And he didn't have any real destination in mind so he just let the ship drift.

No, what was occupying Gerard's mind was his new abilities. Even though it had been entirely accidental, the young thief had managed to eat part of a Devil Fruit some pirates had acquired. Enough of it that he now had the awesome powers of the fruit, the Gasu Gasu no Mi. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out how to use it. Sure, he had used some of his powers when he fought the captain, but that was really just thinking on his feet. Next time, he wanted a firm grasp of what his powers were capable of.

And so he stood there, standing on the deck of 'his' ship, the massive hole in the floor caused by an explosion, concentrating. He knew one of the capabilities of his fruit was to turn himself into pure gas. But how was he supposed to do that? Just think...gassy thoughts? Concentrate? He really wasn't sure, and that lack of knowledge bothered him. So he sat there, concentrating, trying to become one with the gas, and occasionally swinging his palm against the wooden railing. So far, all he was getting was a sore palm from slapping the wood over and over again.

"Dammit, how do people do this?" he was starting to get sick of this. Why couldn't there be a manual or something for using Devil Fruits? Gerard decided to give up on the whole 'turning into gas' thing for now, and decided to work on other uses for his abilities. He picked up his cane gun, twirling it around in his hands. Out of all the abilities the gas man had, he knew this one he could use. He had consciously used it during his previous battle.

Pointing the gun skyward, he thought about feeding gas into the chamber. He watched as the purple gas formed from his hand, snaking into the weapon. Satisfied that the weapon was filled, he pulled the trigger, watching as a stream of flame fired from the gun skyward. And this time, there was no gas cloud nearby to ignite, allowing to witness its full glory. Gerard couldn't help but grin at its majesty. He had gotten the weapon as a gun, but now was able to use it as a flamethrower. Not only that, but that little incident with the gas had also given him an idea. If he could expel gas clouds and then ignite them with his flamethrower, it would add a whole new level to combat.

But for right now, the Dandyman had another thing he wanted to try. Sure, the flamethrower was awesome, but it was also risky, especially of there was plenty of gas nearby. But, his gas abilities did have another use in regards to his weapon. Loading a bullet into the gun, he fed a little bit of his gas into the gun. Pointing it skyward, he pulled the trigger. With a loud crack, the gun went off, the bullet shooting skyward. Gerard smirked, satisfied that now he could fully use the weapon he spent hard earned stolen money on.

He took the time to fire off a couple of more shots, working to reload the gun faster and faster. It would also work with his flamethrower, being able to get it ready to fire faster. After all, speed was very important in a combat situation. What was the point in having awesome powers if you couldn't access them on a moment's notice. Satisfied with his firing speed, he set the cane against the railing. The little exercise had also helped her get used to being able to produce gas from his being.

He extended a hand out in front of him, focusing on producing gas. From his being, purple gas seeped out of him, quickly forming into a large cloud of dark gas in front of him. The same gas he had used against the captain earlier. For a brief second, Gerard almost feared that he would be effected by the poisonous substance, but it took him only a couple of seconds, and a few deep breaths, to realize the gas had about the same impact on him as air did. Guess he was immune to it. Awesome.

Gerard took the time to work on trying to produce more of the substance. Apparently the gas cloud only reached so far, but Gerard was starting to get used to producing the poisonous gas at a rapid rate, even not having to extend his arm to do so. By the time Gerard was finished, the entire upper deck of the ship was filled with poisonous gas, making the ship look like a purple cloud had settled atop it. It was at this point Gerard decided he'd stop. Though the gas had no effect on him, it did make seeing through it a pain. Hopefully it would clear up in time.

So that was two out of three abilities Gerard had a firm grasp on, and he didn't feel like attempting the whole 'turning into gas' thing. But what else could he do? Gerard pondered this question for a moment. What else could one do with gas? The man tapped his foot as he pondered this great question. It was then that the tapping gave the thief an idea. He slowly looked down at his foot. Gas pressure was capable of pushing things, would it be capable of pushing him? He concentrated on his feet, focusing on pushing out gas beneath him.

And suddenly Jack was shot upwards. The burst of gas had been a bit too powerful, launching the hapless thief up into the air. Gerard let out a yell of surprise as he shot skyward, slowly stopped and then began to fall back towards the floor. Gerard let out a scream as he plummeted down onto the deck, trying to stop himself from splattering onto the deck.

and he did, his body hitting the deck in a burst of gas. The gas lingered for a moment before quickly reforming back into his original body. Gerard pulled himself to his feet, quickly checking himself for any injury. Much to his relief, he was all intact. "Ok, maybe that's enough gas work for today." he muttered. He wasn't sure just how he managed to pull off the transformation, but at least he knew he could change when it really counted. But for now, he was going to take a break, and try to figure out just where the hell he was. There had to be an island nearby.