"They'll accept us," Hayate said grimly, with a humorless little smile.
They were pirates. They were totally cut-throats. They weren't taking passengers.
They took Hayate and Crowley.
An hour later they were underway, the ocean choppy under the bow but the wind pushing them ever closer to the abandoned island. Hayate leaned against the rail, leaning out improbably over the sea (he loved chakra) and enjoying the combination of wind and salt and water on his new skin.
It felt great. Like, great.
He decided maybe he should think about something else when he started to get half-hard. He looked down at his body.
Huh. Well, then. That was something he was going to have to keep in mind.
He turned and grinned at Crowley, unperturbed. "There's the island." And soon, treasure. And if it wasn't enough to pay off Kisame, well... Hayate would figure something out.