"Damn your entire family, you bastards!"
Standing on the figurehead, 'Cutter' Dmitry Prout shouted, his face grim.
He wore a jacket similar to Black Jack's and had a cigar clamped in his mouth. A gruesome scar ran across his swarthy face, leaving a jagged notch in his lip where it had healed.
"Black Jack, and you, 'Plague Doctor' Yuan Morris! You two bastards, today is the day you die!"
"Heh heh..."
Aboard the *Bai Ke Li*, Yuan waved his Magic Staff, firing off bolts of Magic to help the pirates on deck clear out the surrounding aberrations. "Dmitry," he taunted, "surely you haven't forgotten about a certain photograph?"
"A photograph?"
Black Jack, hovering in mid-air, opened his massive jaws and bit off one of the Deep Sea Giant Beast's tentacles. "HAHAHA..." he roared. "I almost forgot! After you made him strip naked, you forced him to take a photo. I seem to recall the three of us took one together, didn't we?"
"That's right!"
