Seeing that the Commodore was waiting for him, the shinigami didn't want to drag things out. He glanced at the deck once again. The last thing he wanted to do was wash his commanding office overboard. Pulling a talisman in his left hand, he pointed it downward with his index and middle finger, folding his other fingers to his palm.

"Spirits of wind, heed my plea and come to me." A breeze picked up around the guardian, swirling about his feet and kicking up his coat. It grew in width and strength. He looked up at the Commodore. "Did you not want to battle?"