"What's not a good idea?" Hayate asked, though he, himself, was wondering what they'd been thinking.
After they'd met up with Kisame's clone (and the bastard had said they didn't need any more info on demons and no, he couldn't barter his way out of the body-payment... asshole), they'd found their way to the docks again.
Crowley might have money, but something kept Hayate from just taking it. Hayate didn't have any money, and he needed some, and then, last night, they'd heard a rumor about treasure locked up on a nearby uninhabited island. Something about being protected by ghosts.
It sounded like a perfect place for Hayate.
So now all they needed was a ship to get there!
...and maybe some sleep. Hayate and Crowley had split up the previous night, and Hayate didn't know what Crowley had gotten up to. Hayate, on the other hand, hadn't gone to bed yet.
The sun practically waved at him. It was gleeful. He squinted and wondered why a fake body should be light sensitive. Stupid thing.