[Closed Log] Kisame & Sai

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Character(s): Kisame & Sai... and one very unhappy crew member
Date: Summer
Setting: Port
Summary: After the confrontation with Itachi, Kisame has to dock and enlists the help of a slave to get him to do all the work in his place.
Warning(s): Alcohol, slavery, sexual references

On the gun that was a tint of the very wood that it was crafted from(-that being cherry wood, for any who cared to inquire), Kisame’s thumb caressed and trailed over the branching welding of false gold, simply making use of the useless decoration. It was a British gun that he had managed to pilfer on one of his dockings a year or so back.

His pointer finger traveled up the cool, metallic length of the gun and then poked into the tightly rimmed barrel but he brought it out once his tattered skin felt the burn of a pyrotechnician’s dampened gunpowder infect his raw skin. He then traveled it around, to the straightened hammer, and then back to the small thread of dynamite that would ignite the gun powder, which was useless now, if the trigger was slow or stead fast to react.

The thread was dry and bleached by the sun so it had naturally faded, though he doubted it was usable anymore. The entire gun was damaged, the bullets were chipped, the polish had worn along with the varnish, the true bolts were loose if not already lost, the onyx imitation of a bolt was falling out, the butt end of the gun was blistering and painful to the touch, the initial imitation of a gun was failing.

Kisame needed a new one. As did the rest of his crew- they had all started to complain, starting the obnoxious whines and hints each time he walked by or when he began to give the daily commands; retie knots to ensure a lack of algae, mold and torn fabric, hoist sails, lower colours, scrub the decks(it was their own faults for that one. They were all so dirty.)….

By now, Kisame had had enough of it. Now that the entirety of the ship was docked and paid for, he stepped out, sending only his officers to search for word of further assistance.

It was necessary to get the spirits and loyalties back; Not to mention the secretly smuggled stocks would always be necessary. Kisame needed to replenish the source of food, fresh water, as well as material goods such as Blankets- which they always needed an extra set. Lanterns as well, with fresh oil, a wick and wax.

The entire ship needed to be replenished, but it was unlikely that there was a carpenter willing to work for less than he was willing to pay, not to mention seeing them once today.

Kisame didn’t want to stay here for more than a week- it was unsafe, especially with the Navy on alert with him black spotted as a pirate. It was frustrating, but the young man who had rivaled him during the storm stole one of the bounties he had yet to receive from; it did not make him happy in the slightest.

Besides, skill was skill, a swordsmen wanted to know that they were the best; Kisame was uneasy knowing that there was a kid around probably only half his age with skill of exotic qualities.

He was a lieutenant in the British army, yet he knew from the boy’s eyes that he was not English. Kisame almost laughed at the thought. His eyes, skin and hair was all so different- paler, more bleached from the sun than even his dynamite string that was just as useless as the thoughts of the child. His name was on the tip of his tongue, he could not remember it at the moment, but he knew it was not a British name(what child who grew up in the Caribbean, England, France or any European branch would be named like the one that was stuck on his swords edge?), and that he was sure he would hear it again.

It was Japanese, he knew because his mothers hand maid had left a journal to her- and after her death Kisame’s father and then he went through it all. There were many Japanese names, words which were different than the Chinese that he had met years ago.

-It reminded him of the trivial fact that Japanese were rarely started with the letter P, which did not help to identify the Lieutenant.-)

Kisame had been to Japan once, and only for a rounded day; when he had been moving through Asia’s oriental countries and provinces, which was how he had managed to get his hands on the very ship he was contemplating;

The mast was carved with letters he did not know how to read, so foreign and shapely from the traditional and famous English language, and the dragon-headed horn carved onto the bow was battered and worn. The ship was falling apart! Decoration wise.

Kisame didn’t really care about that, but an extra pair of hands and legs would be of assistance, especially if he found one man to be more dedicated to the orders he commanded. Slavery was always something he avoided as he remembered how the nomadic troops he had grown in were often used and abused like wise. But this was many years later and now there as a need for the slaves- it was the paying he was worried about.

He could always rob the original owner, but having law enforcement after him for robbery would not do well, especially after finding him guilty of piracy. He hadn’t been branded, which was good. So, it was necessary to pay the price the owner asked.

Holstering the gun he paid so much of his subconscious attention to as his second officer stood in front of him- the first officer was probably in a bar getting drunk, which was partly why he liked him so much. He was a friendly person when he wanted to be, and he was a bratty man who took all he could and gave as little as possible back. Shame for him, Kisame was the captain and could take even more.- Kisame stared up. "What?" He asked, fastening his belt tightly around the battered butt of the gun.

"A fivesome of underground markets. Closely monitored though, shall we send a few of the steerage?" the other said, just a lazy as Kisame at the moment, which was why he was the second officer. The luxury of relaxation and leisure time was reserved for the man in charge. Arrogant brat.

"No. I'll go." There was no point in entrusting his well 'earned' money with a common crew mate who he cared very little about. He knew only a few of their names, but forgot them initially and spoke to them only to give them orders or reprimand them if the officers had lacked the 'courage' of excuse to do so.

"You're sure then?"

"I'm just going to buy services, nobody would move in. Slavery isn't uncommon, take care of the boys." He smirked, watching the younger man almost with distaste- despising the others lack of trust. He gave him so much, wealth, power and status... And he through it back in his face. The only think that Kisame liked of him was that he did his job, more dedicated than his first officer.

The port was busy and filled with life, open fishermen markets, clothing stores, bargain and donations- which he scoffed at. Who would be arrogant enough to toss away any of their expenses? Survival of the fittest was the strongest motto he lived by. Why would a person be so moronic to give charity when they could better improve their own lives. Idiotic.

There were people everywhere in the busy port town, a popular harbouring point for sailors, their crews, pirates and travellers from far that’s that just got lost on their way and needed a place to restock their supplies and quench their thirsts with a good stiff ale. The pungent smell of fish circled through the town on the ocean breeze from the local haggles trying to pass off their second rate fish as quality stock to others that didn’t have a keen eye, seagulls flocking around the ground to peck at the strewn guts and entrails over the gravel ground sneaking any food they could get their hand on like the selfish scavengers they were.

If the outside wasn’t filthy enough, inside the premises was even dirtier with the badly sanitized tables, glasses that no longer at that glossy sheen to it was the people, they were the downright most despicable of them all. In there the most lowest deeds took place between the patrons, dealing of foreign trade, the promising of locations to the hidden and lost treasures of the world, hiring of thugs to take care of the most unpleasant business, prostitution… the list went on and on. If it was illegal it was certainly taken place there and even under the watchful eye of the authorities.

Throughout all the dastardly deeds stood a man hiding in the back behind the loud hoards, resting against the wall with a hard straight surface to ease his tiring back, stretching against it to work out the kinks and hoping that wasn’t a disc in his spine that just popped out of place. He was allowed the luxury of bathing before he came there, his owners thinking it did better for business with the fresh potpourri smell rather than the one of sweat and dirt but his clothes reflected something different, tattered and torn, never to have seen a wash a day in their lives so much that they would be classed as nothing more as cleaning rags to the underprivileged class. All though he couldn’t be seen he knew his owner was in the crowd somewhere, watching and waiting to see the transaction and to make sure that he would be so bold in making a break for it but it wasn’t his way. Why run when you have every necessity to live? There wouldn’t be a fool game enough to pass something like that up.

Looking through the walls that were littered with tarnished clay and dusty cobwebs, Kisame hissed as his nose absorbed the scent of must and mold that was rotting the more grotesque and native of walls. It wasn't nearly as bad as the hull of his ship, he assumed. Those planks of once dry hardwood was now brittle and torn from the abuse of drying each pith and flank off only to be drenched again another hour later. The mold wasn't too bad, as it was chipped out by the bugs and other pests on board. However, it was still raunchy to the nose.

The scent here wasn't too disturbing, it was simply different than to what Kisame was accustomed with- it was dryer, and he could smell the baking breads and cooking foods above ground seep into the dirt that was scattered around. Only the occasional person- including himself- smelled... 'fresh'. It was disturbing to know that when you were in a port surrounded by a body of beckoning, bright and blue water, you couldn't take the time out of your busy schedule- which included, eating, panhandling and sleeping- to jump into it for half a minute.

Even pretending to have fallen in over the docks should have been satisfactory..

Either way.

Kisame now stroked the wall, feeling the familiar patter of a smoother left over the wall, head poking into the room to inspect his patronage.

A boy, who seemed even younger than the Lieutenant that was on his mind as of late. "Name." he said, looking at the black hair and black eyes, malnourished pale skin and tattered clothing. There was no dirt accept that left by the very fibres on the others clothing- but still, it was a rather raggedy appearance for someone who was smuggling a slave around(especially when it came to being someone so puny).

"What's your name, boy?" He asked again, looking at the dead panned, lazy, stare. Kisame would never considered comparing the child he knew nothing about with his trusted officer, but he simply hoped that he would prove to be a hard worker. He wasn't going to pay for someone of low caliber when he could just higher another berzerker or warrior on the highland seas. A kid had better do just as good- or better- a job, or he'd definitely be tasting some blood as of late.

The loud roars and cheers sparked the attention of the curious boy, peaking his head up at the hexagon table surrounded by drunken gamblers playing their card games... another round won by a lucky traveller while the locals were on a losing streak. The simple game of poker was easy with the ability to switch cards and keep that hidden ace needed to pick up the win but Texas Hold'em you have to be more strategic to rely on the cards on the table more than what was in your hand. This was the game of choice for the foreigner from distant waters, his short dusty blond hair and happy emerald eyes was certainly one to stand out in these parts especially with his choice in gaming. Another wander from the United States trying to seek out land to claim for his own title no doubt... or he was a fool for squandering his money. More roars erupted with the River coming down in the favour of the outsider, the locals trying to cheat clearly for the easy win but he could notice it, Master was always preferable of him in the weekly card night using him as a spotter to make the game fair. Maybe that was why he was never allowed to be sold to others, always being the one desired to be at his side when he was required while the others never got that luxury. Seemed like being a rental was all he was ever going to be.

Studying the blond man more he was intrigued with his looks, holding out his calloused hand and pressing his grubby fingernail into it lightly, keeping his gaze on his as he jotted down detail of an invisible drawing over the rough bumps. His charcoal had since run out and the air was his only medium for the now. He was meticulous about everything that was on him, the dusted haze of pink across his nose from the alcohol consumed, finely pedicured nails, the strange pistol that was holstered to his side, while nothing could have been seen on his canvas, he knew he was putting it there.

A shadow of a burly man stepped in his way blocking the natural light needed to radiated the depth of his skin, shifting his head to the side so he could get a clearer view but it was utterly useless with the perspective changed. "...Sai" he replied, continuing to draw like nothing that got in his way. Still not looking up at him to establish eye contact with his buyer, he carried on talking to him. "You pay for the amount of time I'm with you, labour costs are a set price, bedroom charges incurs an extra fee" His services weren't limited to just hauling cargo around and scrubbed decks of ships, he was quite favourable amount his Masters regular customers to provide the companionship and stress relief that only someone in the form of a chamber boy could provide. "If I must be punished, blows to the face are strictly forbidden and extra fees will be incurred if you chose not to follow"

Sai knew his role as a slave, customers did not want to sit down and talk over terms of contract for the time of his stay, they just wanted it laid out straight in front of them to make their decision.

The silhouette was amused, but Kisame smiled just the same. "That's fine. Let's go." He did not plan on having a need to pay for the bedroom charges- a kid was a kid and Kisame was not the type to be into that- and any man on and in his crew who yearned would pay from their own pocket.

He wanted a clean, repaired and looked after ship while he was docked, to repair and stock himself with firearms, gunpowder, food, drink...

All that was necessary. "Labor costs will be paid when the job is done. If you fail, your owner can forget about a full satchel to fill his pocket." That alone would be encouragement and means for the boy to work hard. However, Kisame did not doubt Sai's ability, his officer wouldn't fail him in the aspect (though, the brunette who was feet shorter than him looked lithe and incapable of carrying a sack of potatoes without heaving.)

"That is acceptable" Sai replied like it that nothing new to him. He had been through this many times and there were only certain services that required up front payments but if he did not get the full required amount, there would be a stiff backhand and lashings heading his way for the effort he had put in.

Looking up at the crowd and not to her current buyer, the card game had ended finally with the traveller the victor, claiming the wealth he had swindled out of the drunken patrons and taking his leave but this didn't disturb him at all since his portrait of the man was complete now. Dropping his hand to his side and looking up at the bigger one, Sai showed him his trademark smile that won of the simple minded of his buyers and stepped forward but keeping enough distance knowing never to stay on equal par or advance of someone who was of better status that what he was.

"Whenever you are ready" he signified that there was nothing else for them to do there and that the transaction was complete, keeping behind the new owners side to follow him out of the establishment.

Kisame did not reply to the sickeningly sweet smile, and mostly ignored any mistrust he had for Sai. He disliked having anyone walk directly behind him, even if the boy was trying to show his respect. It made him think ill of him, simply because there was very little for him to trust in the world, even his own men weren't trustworthy- not a soul but himself could be trusted because he could only read his own thoughts.

"Come then." He said, walking out and back to the leveled world, eyes downcast due to the sudden blaring of bright sunlight in such a Hellhole- it was all steerage and poor luck.

Once arriving back at the ship, he briefly introduced him to the crew (who were scarce and few at the moment, which Kisame assumed meant that there would be trouble at the pubs, taverns and burlesque houses later on during the eve.), and then to a broom and mop. "Have fun, I want to see progress."He said, walking over the deck and into his cabin, looking at one of his drunk officers- the lazy one was back, so it seemed. "Watch him,"He started, biting back the urge to tell him to do something useful, rather than steal his drink, money and housing.

"Very well, sir." The man chirped in, sloppily saluting before walking out, a drunken blush and the first signs of heatstroke on his cheeks, brow and neck.

Walking out the man tipped his strange looking hat- Kisame never understood the point of that either, he was a lazy slob yet he tried to show propriety t the least opportune moments. "So, brat, I want to see my face in the varnish."

Strange, this was an unpolished ship to begin with.

Looking at the lack of provisions that he was provided this to make the ship clean and shining as they so wanted to see, Sai thought nothing else of it since had also had seen worse conditions as well but the job was always done to the liking of the owners, even the picky ones would praise for his fine work. Long sweeps along the decks removing the initial grime, then followed by a stiff hand brush to get the grout between the crevices of the wooden panels, this was easier than expected except for the splinters sticking out of the deck that caught the broom on the way past.

With the easy part complete he looked over at the one watching him tilting his head to the side curiously to see the drunken man a bit unsteady on his feet, stumbling back and forth on the spot telling tales of the seas to him but somewhere along the line it lost the plot with ridiculous sea monsters suddenly appearing out of no where. He certainly had too much rum in his system which was not the best thing for a man of the sea to have with the dehydration on his body to the extreme especially when he swayed further forward... flat on his face.

Mopping over near the man with a curious look to if he was dead or not, Sai poked him with the tip of the wooden handle and shrugged, mopping around him.

A few hours later, as the sun began to lower and shine a blinding light on the western side of the harbor, Kisame walked out, deciding to review the progress; After all, it had been a while since his right arm had returned. The air was fresh and Kisame took a deep breath in, forcing his diaphragm downwards.

"Sai." he said, not loudly, simply expecting the patronage to come when called. He couldn't see much with the strange light of dusk, but he could tell that it was at least a quarter cleaner than it had been for a while- which was good. At least the decks were being cleaned. "Sai." He called again, frowning as he saw a single figure hunched further away. However, upon further investigation, he realized it was the said right arm that had been falling numb.

"Get up, moron!" He shouted, kicking the officer in the ribs, before looking around. The man who stood up whined about his head and stomach and dinner- etc; but ultimately stood to attention, despite the lack of imperialism present.

"Where'd the kid go?" Kisame asked him, frowning at his sullen, bored and dank expression.

"I... Uh..." The other started, frustrating Kisame into punching him in the gut, successfully having the deck coated with a spewing drink. The older and more... temperamental of men turned towards the grate of the lower cabins, tsking at the sound of small feet tattering. At least someone was doing their work.

He had to get everything shining and that was going to be a terrible feat to do so, looking at the ground up close on his hands and knees scrubbing around everything since they never said that shifting things was part of his job. They might have been there for a purpose so he was best not to disturb them or else a lashing could come his way. Sitting back up on his knees he stretched back relaxing the knot in his stiffening muscles and looked over his shoulder at the door thinking that someone was outside. It must have been the wind with no one coming inside.

Standing up Sai got up and picked up the mop, wiping over the floor slicking it with natural oils to soak into the wooden surface to give it that sheen they wanted with the state of the lower areas much more clean than the others, moving closer to the boxes over near the bed. Curiously he looked down at them and picked up one of the small ornaments on top, studying the artistic nature of it to wonder what land it came from with everything seemingly coming from a far off land when you lived in a rat infected dark hole. Softly he caressed over the markings to take in the details of the works while his eyes took in the wondrous gold colours, tilting his head to the side with a soft smile before putting it back down where it came from so no one would know it was disturbed.

The whole aspect of 'shining' was not so much of Kisame's yearning, but it was a nice notion from a drunk man who passed out after hallucinating his dreams verbally. Kisame grabbed a cabin lantern that was hanging unceremoniously on a guard rails mast and jerked it in the direction of the small stairwell which led to the hull. "Sai." Kisame said firmly, looking at him with an arched brow.

"You didn't notice one of the men passed out on the deck?" Rather, he was lucky that there wasn't a raven or vulture near here to scavenge for just the sort- the dead looking type.

The room was perfect now with everything back into a clean orderly fashion and the ground boasting the specification that was ordered so there was no need to hang around and relax or else he might have been spotted for slacking off and his body would thank him for not receiving punishment, still recovering from a minor mishap one crate of smashed rum bottles. Eyes to the floor as he made his way up to the deck he stopped abruptly mid step staring at the big weathered boots that were in front of him, looking up at the large man and smiling.

"I saw him" he said answering his question. There was nothing mentioned about what he should do in case of an emergency pass out and he looked alive enough, he gurgled when he poked him.

Kisame arched a brow and stepped back for the boy to leave, not forgiving him just yet. It was true, but he had to have some sort of mind to report the disaster. If someone could call it that. Which he wouldn't. Walking towards his blumbering officer, he snapped him down to inspect the boys job, looking at Sai again. "How much have you finished?"

He looked mildly flushed, but it was expected on a hot day with a ship doing nothing but be halted at a dock.

Looking up and the roof and then down at the floor again and then from to side around the room, Sai nodded coolly at him and walked up stairs onto the deck and kneeling down in front of the dead looking ship mate and poked him with his finger. "I couldn't do underneath him" he informed of the reasons why when he was eventually moved there would be an outline of the person.

The heat of the sun was bad today or it could have been the lack of refreshments that were provided for him but warmth in the air made his lungs hurt to breath as he started to sweat, wiping the salty excretion off his forehead with the back of his hand. "I still need to finish the deck and the bottom hull" he stated plainly, coming back up from his knees to standing, leaning against the mop. Plus there was the rest of the ship that he was forgetting about, the masts, facilities, that strange ornament that always sat at the front of the ship but they were minor details, he did say the deck.

Kisame nodded, looking back at the corner, next to the wind if thick, unused rope. "Then clean it now." He said as if it were obvious, deciding that he should send his more assertive and... uptight officer to review next time- and to flog his down-to-earth friend for stealing his personal stash of moonshine. Not to mention turning his room into his resting place.

Turning his attention to the boy who came just about to his oblique’s, he ran a hand through his blue hair and huffed. He would have to feed him as well, didn't he? That was coming from Sai's pay then.

Grabbing the rope he wrapped it around his ankles perfectly securing him in a buntline hitch so he wouldn't become loose during the transportation process and slung the rope over his shoulder, dragging the unconscious man across the deck and down the flight of stairs to the galley. The man felt every bump despite of his drunken state groaning every time his face rebounded and smacked against each one of the wooden steps on the way down which totally disproves the whole 'you don't feel anything when you are intoxicated' theory especially when its face first but he made it to the bottom with minimal injury but now minus a tooth and was dumped against a cupboard to sober up.

Looking around the place to stick something in his arms just in case he got thirsty again, Sai spotted a crate of bottles and pulled one out staring at the unlabelled murky mixture, shaking it a few times to swirl the sediment around and opened it up. Cautiously he leaned forward and sniffed it, backing up from the pungent smell but still went back to it again, wrapping his lips around the glass top and taking a good gulp which promptly followed by another couple, parched from the heat.

Taking the bottle away his face wrinkled up in distaste at the most foulest thing he had ever tasted, whatever it was certainly was not water and it burnt all the way down his throat to his chest, coughing harshly wiping away the remnants on his face. He could certainly have that to drink as he pushed it between his folded arms, not bothering to untie the rope as he went back upstairs to continue his chores, ignoring the man on the way up who slide over onto his side mumbling something about roast meat.

Kisame sighed and watched the small man gather his officer and drag him down, but couldn't help but smirk at his treatment- there was something wrong with the boy; He was pretty detached and withdrawn to just... hammer him down there. He dismissed it however, the mans fault for drinking and passing out in the first place.

He walked back towards his cabin, leaning back against the wall. It was amusing how such a small body could carry a heavy load- especially when it revolved around a brittle and 'splintery' ship. No doubt the man would be whining later- face looking just as administered.

Coming up from the dark cabin back into the full sunlight Sai shielded his eyes from the harsh sun and looked around to where his utilities had gone to, hoping his job would be well receive and he could get a glass of water for the effort. He was still parched even after that foul drink, his cracking lips desperate for some soothing relief even if it was that stuff again. The hotter the sun got the faster he worked, shaking his head every so often with a hallucinating daze starting to see double... triple of everything around him. That means he would have to work harder with three times the amount of work.

Shiftily he eyes scanned the surrounding to see if he could make out one or three men around, especially keeping an eye out for the big one that had paid for him because he looked huge and tall and...muscly and... Sai griped onto the hull of the ship to keep himself upright. He was dead thirsty and hadn't eaten in two days and suffering for the glaring heat but there was something that would make him feel better.

"...Water..." he groaned to anyone that would listen but there wasn't anyone in sight. Stumbling down the stairs to get into the shade, he came to the bottom of wherever he was sighing deeply from the instant relief. His onyx eyes lazily looked around the room to see where he was, a storage room of some sorts with crates everywhere... and an open one. Curiously peeking inside his expression almost change with the bottle of clear liquid that no doubtingly had to be water, taking the bottle and removing the cap off the top, sculling it back as fast as it could be pushed down ignoring that temporary burning feeling on the way down because that had to be the thirst. With had the bottle down he sealed the lid and put it back into place so the missing liquid would go unnoticed, feeling great all over from the water but kind of light headed, having to hold the railing as he moved back upstairs.

...Where did he put that scrubbing brush?

The sun was hot, especially for a worn out ship in the middle of stationary docking, but with the alcohol in someone’s bloodstream, it wasn't very safe. Much like with the officer, sunstroke, heatstroke, exhaustion, dehydration... it was all inevitable with a depressant there. "What are you doing, Kid?" Kisame asked peering over at the short brunette with a bland expression. He was doing a pretty good job for someone who had paid services for a week. And this had been just about a full day.

Huh.

What was he doing? ... That certainly was a good question. He only had the thought a minute ago and now he couldn't remember what he was supposed to be doing... or looking for. He wondered if that guy downstairs was dead yet, he looked dead before, maybe he should go back down and poke him with a broom handle to find out. Maybe he should poke the one looking at him with the broom handle... oh yeah scrubbing brush.

Sai peered up at him with the sheer distance from his head to the others being quite large given the fact he was stunted at growth or because he was full grown or maybe because he never got his vegetables but it was a long way up. "I'm cleaning" he told him with an awkward smile, dropping straight to his knees with a loud thud that sounded like it could have shattered his kneecaps. He mumbled something about his friend, Mr Scrubby and picked up the hard bristled brush, scratching at the grout between the boards chuckling softly to himself with the most amusing thoughts he had ever had about cleaning ever until he reach extended to far forward and Sai ended up flat on his face.

Kisame stared down at the boy and crossed his arms. "....." He was drunk, he could tell that much, though he wasn't sure how he could have gotten a hold of any rum at all. He kept it sealed- with the exception of his officers- and only he could get to it. But again, the last thought that flickered over his head made him hang his head in shame. How he could take such a liking to someone so against being professional.

"Get up, Sai." He said, looking at him with a frown. Just because the brew was left out did not mean that Sai was entitled to pilfer or ingest some. Deciding that he wouldn't wait for the intoxicated youth, he reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his his head up before sliding his palm down to his back, winding his hand through his shirt in order to lift him up. "......"

Unbelievable. A child so monotonous dared to steal from him?

It should have hurt shouldn't it... having your hair pulled was not the best experience in the entire world especially when clumps came out when the follicles broke. But unfortunately he did hurt a little still, gripping his hand to stop the pain than pushed down his spine. He didn't do anything wrong, he was thirsty and while he was a slave and still under his temporary care, Kisame was still responsible for his well being and if he came back severely dehydrated, his master would be very displeased.

"What?" he asked curiously not knowing what he could have done wrong. He had done all the tasks efficiently, he had picked up that man and dragged him away and his decks were shining. He was doing everything as was told.

It was true that the performance was as expected if more, but Kisame had expectations to be notified of his rations- freshly bought no less- depletion. Especially from a child he had hired. He owed him explanation and he owed him the reason why the child chose his expensive alcohol over fresh water which was located above deck.

"Stand up." He said, keeping a firm hold on Sai's shirt, noting that his legs were swaggering and insecure on his feet. Erg.

Kisame couldn't really punish him, the way he wanted to anyway, due to the list of taboo's that Sai proclaimed to him earlier on. "Stand." He repeated, looking at him and then the open box of rum. How many bottles, per say, could he possibly had?

Complaining with a grumble he pushed himself up to his feet and tried to stand straight but ultimately clung to Kisame's arm as he swayed... he had one big muscle there. He could clean something since that made people happy, other things he did made people happy too but happy people still liked to beat on him. "Do you want me to clean something else?" he asked, his head darting around to look for his cleaning materials to see where they might have gone to.

He swore they where there a second ago. ...Sai felt sick in his stomach.

Kisame toed the materials and shook his head. "No." He said, keeping a firm grip, walking up the stairs and towards his cabin. "Why did you go through the boxes there?"

He wasn't really mad- as the innocence that Sai portrayed was stumping him to a small degree. Was this kid not educated? At all?

Humming really loudly and biting on his lip as he thought about, knowing that he did know the reason but his mind was fuzzy and not thinking completely straight. "I was thirsty and needed water. I thought it was water. The man wanted a drink too. He looked like he needed water too" he blurted out, still thinking about it regardless of speaking it.

If he knew it was a crime to drink water then he would have not drank it and would have hung his head into the ocean and drank that way, but the taste of salt wasn't very quenching. "Are you going to hit me now?" he asked almost in a happy tone, just waiting for that beating that would have been coming to him. He had gone against the owners wishes so therefore needed to be punished.

Looking around randomly he started giggling, covering his mouth up not to show that he was losing his mind but everything was funny. That was strange water he had.

Kisame just stared at him before rolling his eyes. "Yes, and remember that you will ask me for anything you need or want. Do not go off on your own without my authority backing you up." It wasn't to be directed in the face- he supposed Sai was also a fleshy pleasure to the occasional few- which he could follow, but honestly, he didn't really think Sai would take the punishment as its meaning.

Placing Sai on his feet, Kisame noted how easily it was to knock him over. There would be no point if this was his first time being drunk- a heckling head ache and forgetfulness would occur. So, when Sai was sober and retained a memory with a higher capacity than a goldfish, Kisame would knock it into him. "I'm not cleaning up after you." He said to him, naturally assuming that he would vomit. Whisky, Rum and Gin were specifically harsh alcohols- not one to have travelled to the northern regions in the world; Kisame had never tasted Vodka- it was only natural, with a small bodied drunk.

Sai looked down at the ground wondering why he would clean up in his place since it was his job and he had done a good job at that seeing his face sparkling back at him... well not really sparkling but there was a rippled reflection on the floor boards. But he wanted to see it more, leaning forward to take a closer look at the different swirls to the point of falling flat on his face once again but he swung around in the breeze with the firm grasp Kisame had on his shirt.

"I will clean..." he said slurring his words quite significantly now trying to reach for the floor to clean it up. "Big owner man with the huge muscles... I feel sick" he groaned with the swinging motion that was making him queasy like being on a ship on the harsh waters rocking the vessel back and forth, no wait he was doing that, they were at port. Clinging to Kisame he dragged himself back to standing and slumping against his arm looking up at his with the huge difference in height with a sly grin, stumbling back when he slid off him and ended up flat on his back from that shiny surface.

Kisame frowned. Yes, definitely drunk.

He bent back down and pulled Sai up, flipping him around so his back was face him and tested him, just before he commenced with his 'punishment'. He pushed him almost gently with his fingers, watching the small body rock over the gently wading ship which was latched to the thick dock. "....." Watching the body go down again, Kisame sighed and grabbed him once more, deciding to toss him over his shoulder.
"Forget it." He said, keeping him there as he walked out, glaring at his burnt and brain dead officer, giving him a sharp look which foretold stern words and a demotion in the future;Unless he could blabber out some smooth eloquence to convince him other wise.

Kisame ran his free hand through his short but spiked hair, walking the light weight boy downstairs again before setting him down against the wooden wall. "You're expected to work on the walls tomorrow." he was simply reminded by it when he watched the broken oil lamp hanging just above. Ew.

Watching the boy, he frowned and crossed his arms. "Stay here, clean up whatever mess you make and don't come near me until you can walk on your own to feet and put three sentences together. Properly."

Slumped up against the wall he found a crate to lean against, playing with the chipped wood on the outside with his finger picking at it to get some stuck underneath. His nails were so short it was a miracle that anything could even get under there but it kept him entertained for the time, playing with the grain as he forgot about what he was meant to do after he became more functioning. Work maybe? I was always work. The wall was grimy he found out as he rubbed his cheek against it, curiously turning his head and licking it to taste it to see if it tasted like the fish he smelt, grimacing with the disgusting taste from the built up sea water, dirt, unknown oils and... it tasted like fish.

"Mr big muscles man" he called out looking around for him but there was no one there. He felt sick again. Finding that crate useful he dragged himself to his feet and looked around for him, spotting a few of the crew looking at him instead with strange looks in their eyes, so much that he turned around to them and almost fell over, leaning forward to study their faces more to see what they wanted but with the sudden shift in weight his stomach didn't appreciate it. Turning his head quickly he hung over the railing and expelled the alcohol out into the ocean to feed the happy fish below, no food was there to come out, only the liquid from the deadly drink concoction he had had before.

Finished up he wiped his mouth looking down the side of the boat and pointing at the waste he left, he had to clean that up because he made a mess. Sai carelessly lent over further and swiped at it with his hand to remove the left over bile, almost falling over as he got up onto his tip toes muttering something about a scrubbing brush was needed when he tried to get further over.

Kisame wasn't going to bother looking out. Sai could handle himself and if not, then one of the crew mates would control him. All he had to do was pay attention and follow orders. That was all. And Kisame didn't really think it was a hard thing to do- with the money he was paying for him.

And he wasn't pleased with the nickname Sai had given him either. Big muscly man?

Che.

The rest of the crew watching on without helping him one bit just happily watching him make a fool of himself as he reached over further and further but when his unsteady foot hitched onto the side of the walls, one of them called out thinking that he was going to escape and make a break overboard.

Hearing the yell Sai jumped in shock and lost his footing, sliding back down onto the desk with a mumble as he knocked his head against the corner of the crate, slumping against the box unconscious from the hard blow. At least now he was staying put and certainly not ruining anything else on the ship.

Kisame poked his head out from the cabin, hand held firmly on the door frame- he wasn't even going to bother coming out to investigate. The riot hushed almost as swiftly as it started and with the fatigued, malad child, Kisame rolled his eyes. "Don’t let him leave, let him sleep." He added, pulling himself back into the 'office'; his face twinged with an intricate and fine line of irritation and annoyance.

Kisame had a headache; He did not pay to babysit a half witted boy.