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Angel had to be put in her place, no doubt about that. Who does she think she is? Telling you to not look after her and help her fulfill her dreams. The nerve! After a thorough verbal thrashing you accepted the scrolls from Metal Knight and told everyone that you'll be doing a little backtracking for now. Nobody else had any objections about it.
You still remained on the island for a little while, just to get your log pose locked for the next island and perused what other things the place had to offer. Turns out, not much. Aside the armors the only thing worth of note are those nifty little shells they have. They are neat and many of them could easily be turned into weapons. But none of them are things you can't already produce yourself via other means and the rest are not better than what you already have. So after seeing things you decided to say goodbye to Metal Knight.
"Thanks for the maps big guy! They came in super handy!"
"No problem. Use them well. And have fun on your adventures, pirate. Make sure to have your fair share of fun in my stead as well. Wish I could join you."
"Sorry. Already got a musician."
"That's alright. I have a country to run. Anyways, stay safe out there. And good luck on your journey."
Taking off with the Dauntless you ended up riding the super strong wind currents that are scattered throughout the skies. It was a bit difficult to navigate them at first but just like with Jaws and the deep sea the air is your element and with your animal instincts you manage to get through them without too many issues. Though once or twice you had to deploy the wings of the Dauntless to course correct. Many cursing was had that time. The sky monsters residing within the bigger clouds were a bigger issue as the whole high altitude fighting thing is still a bit of a pain in the ass. But at least they make good eatin'. After a few odd turns and violent storms however you do manage to reach the first stop of your destination. Birka. Or what's left of it. Which turns out to be not much.
"Whew! Who made a donut out of the clouds?"
You whistle as you look down the bottomless hole.
"This is gigantic. Even in the New World such destructive power is uncommon."
Angel observes.
"Whoever the demented individual who did this was, he must be immensely powerful. We may have a difficult fight ahead of us captain."
"Good! I could use the entertainment since Clown hasn't played any music this whole time."
"I... can't... breathe... bastard..."
"Well, so much for a pit stop. What are the orders captain?"
>I don't care for donut holes. Let's head to Skypiea!
>Maybe we can find some cool stuff that got lost here. Let's search the place!
>Other?
