Smoker grabbed onto the railing of the crow's nest and pulled himself over the edge, standing on the wood carefully. "I can," Smoker growled irritably. That didn't mean he would, however. Any times he tried, he'd risk another surge of wind blowing him off course. It was worse than fighting seastone. "You're not going to get anywhere just using wind on me, boy," Smoker growled, taunting despite Tsuzuki's true age of 106.