'What do you mean, get on the train?! ' Iceberg yelps, struggling to his feet to follow after me.

'I mean get on the train, what the hell else would it mean? ' I shoot back, reloading my guns with a practiced efficiency.

'It 's scheduled to leave for government personnel at 11, if you want to get your crew together and on the train by then I 'm afraid you might be, pardon my language,

fucked, '

Iceberg stresses.

I spin and holster my guns and send him a flat look. 'I 'm going ahead by myself. Now unless you have anything you 'd like to contribute to my shitty disguise aside from this tie I accidentally stole from your closet, stop distracting me. '

'Going ahead by yourself? ' Iceberg parrots as we catch up to where Nami and Chopper are rejoicing.