Final Plummet

Yerachmiel moved on to his past life. Ivione announced he wouldn't bother about his terrible reputation any longer and stated he'd do his utmost best to safeguard his land.

Most of those who participated in this bizarre warfare returned to the Sanctum City, visiting the nearest doctor to treat their wounds. Her name was Dorothy, an older woman.

She cleaned Shanya's injuries and bandaged her waist and hips. "You were fortunate not to get hit into any vital organs. It'll ache for a few days. It's not malignant."

Shanya stretched herself and yawned, showing she was somewhat exhausted. "Thanks, but Imma be fine, doc. I can handle pain." She seemed self-assured, but after trying to stand, she felt a sudden ache in her ribs, causing her to grunt and sit back on the bed.

"O-Okay... maybe not." She lay rearward and leaned her head on the pillow, "Imma just take it easy..." Dorothy smiled and strode beside Chiaki, who had recovered from her concussion. She inspected Chiaki to see if her condition improved, which, lucky for her, did.

Timothy stood beside Elliott, their arms folded. Elliott peeked at him from the corner of his eyes and inquired him. "Do we have a planned destination? Cause, if that's the case, tell me where."

Timothy shrugged his shoulders and returned his look to Elliott. He didn't have a specific destination in mind other than to find someone who could tell him more about his predecessor.

"Shanya." She looked at him, "You said you came here for payment. I heard others agreed to share some of our treasure with you, and no problem. I also expect you need to return to Armagh Jungle. If you trust us, we can take you there."

She carefully sat upright and placed her hands on her thighs, narrowing her eyes to express contemplation. "Kinda. I'd appreciate it..." Timothy nodded in response, confirming it was no trouble.

Dorothy glanced at him, somewhat disappointed and worried. "I understand you need to move forward, but Shanya's in no condition to head to further distances. The wounds she suffered need to recover, or they might open again and make her bleed."

Shanya cared not and grumbled in agitation, standing up and grabbing her forehead, showing no intentions of staying on the Sanctum Islands much longer. "I gotcha, doc, but seriously. Imma be fine. I'm sure they got some comforting beds to rest on. Worry about other patients for now. I'm a woman born to be in the heat of battle. While some good ol' rest would come in clutch, there's no time to wait and relax."

Dorothy realized she couldn't change Shanya's mind no matter what she thought about it. She agreed near the end, seeing that everyone wounded recovered and gained enough rest.

Chiaki bounced on her feet, seizing her aching head. It was the only wound that bugged her since the stab wounds she suffered from Hywel — who was now imprisoned — healed.

"By the way, burnsy. How do you plan to get off the Sanctum Islands?" Nobody responded until Timothy realized Shanya gave him a "unique" nickname. "The name's Tim..." he stated, seeing Shanya share an innocent face. "Don't care. I like it. Don't you? C'mon, I'm just teasin' a bit. It works out for ya."

She showed no remorse, so Timothy surrendered and accepted his newly-given nickname. He peered at Chiaki and asked about the whistle.

"Yeah, it should be..." she tried to reach into her cleavage but found nothing. She squeezed her chest and tried and feel it, but unfortunately, the whistle wasn't in her possession.

"It's not there! I-I don't have it anywhere! I must've dropped it when I lost consciousness! I'm so sorry. I didn't think I'd lose it so easily." She exchanged looks with Timothy, seeing him unimpressed.

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, it's alright. We didn't need to use it anyway. Anyway, if you two girls can walk, let's meet with the others and return to the ship. Ralphie's gonna cook, and I don't tend to miss his delicacies."

Once everyone regrouped, the entire crew, including Shanya, prepared to exit the Sanctum Islands. "Um, Tim. I don't think we can reach the bottom..." Kou claimed, standing behind Timothy, who held his hood.

"15,000 meters above the sea level... I've got one thing to say..." Everyone raised their eyes onto Timothy, bewildered, and noticed him maintaining a cheesy smile.

"Oh. Don't tell me..." Timothy launched into a heedless sprint and leaped over the Sanctum Island entryway's waterfall. "You idiot!" Kyora shouted as nobody intended to follow him. However, once a strong wave slammed them in the back, all of them got pushed behind him, screaming in fear and stress.

"Just make sure to drag me out of the water, guys!" Timothy shouted cheerfully and excitedly as Ralphie yelled after him. "You're eating kelp! I hope you drown!"

Chiaki held onto the carapace in her hand, unimpressed with sweat trickling down her forehead.

"So much for being careful..." she shouted, witnessing Shanya fall beside her, holding herself in pain. "I trusted you, burnsy!! You're payin' double for this!! For helping you and forcing me to suffer from the wounds!!" she kicked with her legs and hugged her hips.

"This is kinda fun!" Yumiko squeaked and beamed, falling downward with her arms and legs spread. "This is not fun, Yumi! I'm 16 and about to die because I followed an insane person!" Kou screamed, whining in the air.

Aurora's eyes spiraled as she covered her mouth. "Urgh... I feel... something... trying to climb my insides... ughh..."

After a while, they finally noticed the sea and the bubble island beneath them. Timothy continued holding his hood as his jacket's hem swayed behind him upright.

"There it is! Time for a splash! Just remember! Save me, Ralph!" As he screamed from the fear of water, Ralphie complained in the background as everyone else splashed into the ocean.

Yumiko witnessed another pirate ship for a second and became confused.

Once underwater, Timothy sank, and Ralphie quickly held his breath to swim after him and pull him to the surface. They were the last two on the shore as Timothy spouted water from his mouth.

"This was the dumbest thing you did!" Ralphie yelled in anger, seeing everyone else crawling on the shore. Aurora needed to puke in the water and tried to recover.

"The hell was that?" one of the pirates inquired, seeing Timothy's crew. "It's raining men. It's... a divine gift!"

To be continued...