He looked up into the bright sky so full of blue, not a cloud in sight, the sun was too bright, the weather was hot and sticky as he headed to s small small island that took him three weeks to find. He steadily rustled the swords at his side and slid a hand through his tousled green hair, his dark hazel eyes looking over the side of the boat as he rocked closer to the island. He stands up and jumps off the boat, allowing the waves to take him to the shore. His three swords clattered at his side as he looked at a small shack with a fire out front and timber and wood off to the side of the small home.

"I hope this is easier than the last bounty I took care of." He muttered to himself setting off to get directions from the hut so he could get to the town faster.

A woman with long white flowing hair looked up from her stone fireplace hearing a fierce knock on her door, her heart beat harshly in her chest. She slowly walked to the door; convincing herself that she had looked entirely different, no one could possibly know who she is or where she came from,

"It's okay, just get to the door." She coaxed herself. Another harsh pounding came, making her jump in her skin. Slowly she opened the door to reveal an aggravated man in a tight, white shirt, snug fitting black pants with leather boots and a green sort of waistband, a black bandana was tied securely on his upper arm as he was in her doorway staring at her with a gruff expression.

"Can I help you?" Zatarra asked slowly. The green haired man lifted his eyebrow and put his hand up on the door frame leaning in, making himself seem more intimidating.

"Doctor," He whispered before collapsing on her.