Peter realized her game and chuckled to himself. Standard pawn shop practice, buy low, sell high. Even with a ten percent discount they were going to make a profit off of the sales and let even less cash flow out of their doors. Again, he had nothing against that. The shop probably had a few things he wouldn't mind owning anyway, so why the hell not?
Peter gave her a nod and started to walk through the door. His first stop, the section filled with clothing. It wasn't just common clothing either, but more high quality. No way the shop could make a profit on simple clothing. After looking for a bit, he collected a few pairs of pants in his new size, a few nice looking shirts, and even a long black leather coat. He was unlucky in the shoe department, nothing fit, so he'd have to head over to the cobbler to get a new pair made.
Aside from the clothing, he also collected some weapons. The first was a good sturdy knife with a shape that reminded him of a Bowie knife. The second item was a nice find, a forty-four caliber revolver from South Blue and several boxes of matching ammo. It was way over priced at half a million, but he could think of all kinds of nasty things he could do by making custom ammo for the weapon. He really only needed the shells since he could make his own explosive powder and bullets.
The last thing he got was a large suitcase to keep everything in. Once he had all of his selections, the woman went to work on her abacus once more and gave him a brilliant smile, "Your total come to just over two point five million Belly, I'll happily round it down to just two point five on top of your discount."
After his agreement, she quickly retrieved what remained of his original five million in gold, one point two-five million Belly. He felt slightly ripped off, but it was still fine. He had over a million still left in cash now and could get more later. What was most important was he now had clothing that fit and enough cash to buy his way off of this shitty island! He even knew where he was going, Cross Island. An island said to have the best hospital with the best doctors in all of West Blue.
He didn't need to see a doctor, but he did need doctor's equipment for the next stage of his plan. What better place to get the equipment than on an island where no one will think twice about him buying anything?
Once he had the cash in hand he asked, "Do you have somewhere I can get changed?"
She gestured to a small alcove with a curtain. Peter quickly made his way over with a set of clothing and got changed. When he stepped out he looked like a new man. The jeans were slightly loose, but only enough to be comfortable rather than annoying. The shirt, plain black with a geometric graphic on the front, was a bit tight but that only made it cling to his muscles. Meanwhile, the black leather jacket was a perfect fit and hung from his shoulders down to his ankles. The only thing he was missing was some socks and a kick ass pair of boots.
Once he had everything packed away, minus the knife on his hip and the gun holstered on the small of his back, he left the pawn shop and made his way into a dark alley where no one would see him. He lifted his hand and a ring that had been invisible until that moment appeared. With a gesture there was a small popping sound as the suitcase of clothing vanished into a pocket dimension. What he had done to the ring was one of his favorite discoveries during the week.
Peter looked over the massive collection of potions he'd made over the last five days. He'd really gotten into it and made all sorts of things but now he was wondering what he was going to do with all of them. He didn't have a bag or anything similar to carry them in. Even if he did, a bag would probably lead to some broken bottles. If potions mixed... well he had no idea what would happen but it probably wouldn't be very good!
He was still not done with fixing his body, but it would be done soon. This meant he couldn't just make a potion to give himself magic or anything, yet. He needed to figure out a way around that, especially if he was going to brew time sensitive potions that were only viable for a short time. Essence of the Mad Doctor didn't include a pocket dimension, sadly. So, the question was, how did he make himself a hammerspace without magic...
Enchanted items would be awesome for that but he didn't have the Essence of the Crafter so how was he supposed to make an enchanted item? It wasn't like he could just make an enchanting potion... Wait...
He focused on that thought. It wasn't long before he was grinning from ear to ear. He could brew potions that would enchant objects soaked in them. There were limitations, such as being limited to a single enchantment per item. If he used a potion to make clothing auto-cleaning, he couldn't also enchant the same clothing with temperature regulation. The second enchantment would overwrite the first. Still, it was one hell of a boost to his flexibility and utility!
He immediately conjured a rod of Mithril and then brewed a potion to enchant the rod with Telekinesis. Once the rod was enchanted it was easy to make a simple ring out of Mithril and a potion to enchant it with Telekinesis as well. The rod was then broken apart and turned into multiple rings, including one that became his storage ring.
Peter smirked as he looked at the storage ring. He couldn't double enchant it, but he could do temporary things like dip it in a potion of invisibility to render it invisible until he used it again. It would have looked extremely off if he'd walked into the pawnshop wearing ragged shorts but sporting jewelry that looked like silver and was worth significantly more.
With his new stuff safely stored away in his hammer space with everything he'd made over the week, Peter left the alley and made his way toward the docks. He needed to find a ship so he could try and catch a ride to his destination, or at least to another island closer to where he wanted to be. While he was making his way toward the main office to see which ships were going where, he heard a voice shouting, "Hey! You! Guy in the black coat!"
Him? He stopped and turned to look in the direction of the shouting. He saw a man wearing a simple sailor's uniform running toward him. Once he got close he was hardly breathing faster than normal while sporting a wide grin, "Thanks for stopping! You wouldn't happen to be looking for any work, would you?"
Peter shook his head, "Not particularly. Just looking for a ride out of here toward Cross Island."
The sailor looked him over skeptically, "Ya don't look sick. Yur not sick with somethin' are ya?"
Peter shook his head, "No, not sick. I'm a doctor and I just want to go there to get some better supplies and equipment."
The sailor perked up, "A doctor you say? Even better! Ya see, my captain is lookin' fer a few extra hands on deck. I saw ya and figured ya looked like ya could handle the work. But if yur a doc, then we might be able to work something else out. And, wouldn't ya know, we're headin' the way yur wantin' ta go. Not right away mind, but it's on our route."
Peter hummed at that. It seemed a bit too coincidental but if it was a trick, he wasn't too worried. With everything he'd done over the last week he was certain he could handle the majority of threats within the Blues. He had no idea how he'd stack up within the Grand Line but he planned to be a lot stronger before he got there. In short, if this was some shady pirate ship, he'd be able to deal with it.
"Alright. What's the name of your ship so I can find it after I finish shopping?" He looked down drawing the sailors attention to his bare feet.
The sailor chuckled and pointed to the biggest ship at the docks, a huge three masted galleon, "It's the Sea Mare, can't miss it. We be castin' off tomorrow mornin'. Be sure ta get there early if you wanna sail with us. When ya get there tell whoever ya meet that Renny invited ya."
After that, they parted ways. Peter made his way toward the cobbler to get himself some boots. It was time to finish kitting himself out. He planned to hit a couple of the other stores to to get some stuff to up his potion making game. He fully expected to be damn near broke again when he finished. Oh well, easy come, easy go.