"Marco told me t' call him on his whaleshit, an' that's all I'm doin'," Namur rose to the bait. "Our world makes less sense'n this one in a lot a ways, an' there ain't no one there for him. Don't make a lick a sense t' send him there alone if he couldn't handle livin' here with family. But yeah, poolin' what gil we got left after Christmas, takin' as many missions as we can. Someone's gotta find a good ship if that's what we're gonna do. Find a place t' keep it safe, that kind a shit. Smaller boat's gonna be cheaper'n a big'n, but a bigger ship means we'll have room t' take others with us if we need, so we gotta talk 'bout that. Ace an' Fi gotta get SeeD certified quick as possible, no dickin' 'round with classes. Focus on learnin' as much as y' can 'bout junctionin' an' limit breaks an' shit, cuz hell knows when everythin's gonna head for the deep. Need y' both knowin' as much as y' can 'bout fightin' shit on this world's terms. I'mma be doin' the same."

He takes a quick breath. He's not the captain, so no one's going to wait for him to finish talking unless he does it quick. But the next thing's important, and he doesn't want to be interrupted.

"An' if we can, think we oughta try teachin' Grell, Espio, an' Fionna how t' use haki."

Namur looks around at Thatch, Ace, and Marco specifically. "What y' think? They prob'ly ain't gonna have time t' master it, but if they can start recognizin' it for what it is, feelin' it an' usin' it a li'l bit, be better'n nothin', right?"