[Lord English]

The Captain responded before he left to her and to her alone, “Yalbagoth.” Then he took to his trip and swiftly cut through the sea to hit his mark.

The marines nodded and followed her word, grasping the assailant and taking him to the brig as he screamed, “I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING WRONG! I DID THE THING THAT THE BIRD SAID WE SHOULD! STAND UP! DON’T FEAR HIM! HAHA!” They took him there quickly and locked him in. Then they began to gather supplies and help the townspeople begin to rebuild. The doggy came out and sat at her feet, its tail was wagging to see her but when it gazed upon its shop, it whimpered. It’s little eyes looked hurt.

[Silver]

She nodded to her Captain and nodded then sighed hearing the words of the man and blinked tilting her head. “What bird?” she asked one of the men and looked down to the dog and kneeled her fingers gently running through its fur. “We will rebuild it make it stronger for you. Though I do not know how much longer I will be on this Island but I will make sure your shop is built and strong just like my captain It will not crumble.” She then stood up and watched as everyone was gathering supplies and walked in looking to the injured. “I am sure you have all heard tell of me stealing from you. Where I understand where the thoughts came from I assure you the money plus more from my own pocket will be returned to you I have placed it with your personal affects. Also know I am leading the rebuilding process for this town I will make sure it will stand just as this base did so if you all wish to have it out with me then do so but I have a marine to deal with first someone tried to assassinate my captain and for that I must go deal with such treason first. I will return to hear your words after this matter is dealt with.” She smiled to them all and turned walking out and headed to the bring looking to the man. “So tell me a little birdy told you to kill our captain?”

[Lord English]

The doggy barked happily once more and went to the debris and started to dig. The people of the town looked as if they had their doubts but their main priority was rebuilding. The marine sat as the woman approached him and said, “The bird was a skypian. She said we should stand up to our captain and not fear him. I decided to bide my time and wait until he was weak to show my courage.” He chuckled and gazed her in the eyes. “So fuck it. If I am wrong, then I will die knowing I am right.” He snickered at her. Another marine came by and knocked gently.
“Madame… There is an order from the fleet admiral… All activity is to cease… something is going to happen so I suggest if you are to execute the traitor, do it swiftly and dump the body.” The marine suggested and then ran off to prepare something.

[Peridot]

The pat on the back got Carina’s attention when contrary to her expectations that the men would be disgusted or contemptuous of a seemingly seasick officer, people literally started to crowd around her to give words of sympathy or comment on how cool it was that she had eaten a Devil Fruit. Such behavior was much different from the attitudes of the men on base, and the warm reception almost seemed too good to be true. One the heaving had subsided for the moment, she wiped her mouth with a spare handkerchief. “Oh, umnn. Don’t touch that,” she responded with a bit of alarm at the thought that one of the crew might actually do so. “I ate the Doku Doku no Mi but that’s a poison even I can’t handle.” Despite still feeling a little shaky, a shy smile was forming on her face at the reassuring words. If their initial reaction was anything to go by, then the crew on this ship were nice just like their admiral.

Eventually the admiral decided that enough was enough, and that she was being crowded too much and dispersed them. She took the bucket he offered, and nodded her understanding of the admiral’s command. “Right! Thank you, sir!” He straightened up and told her that she would get her duties after she was well. Then the murmurings of a snail phone could be faintly heard and he was off to his office to go answer the missive.

A Seaman Apprentice was sent to help escort her to her room, something Carina was very thankful for since she didn’t want to try navigating the underbelly of the ship for the first time while feeling ill. He spoke and acted like a perfect gentleman rather than your typical burly and gruff marine. She’d have to spend the time to catch the names of the crew once her stomach ailments subsided. These people were surprisingly nice. Carina decided to accept his generous and gentlemanly nature. She made a point of giving back the level of respect she was given.

She accepted the offered arm, gingerly resting one hand on the inside of marine’s supportive arm while her free arm clutched the bucket tightly and allowed him to escort her back to her quarters. “Thank you very much,” she spoke quietly and carefully as she tried to ignore the unpleasant way her stomach continued to churn long enough to at least be polite. She gave him an appreciative, yet subdued smile.” And my name’s Carina Skylark, not Miss Fruit.”

[Cain]

-Axel looked to the male who began moving away but this was not one he knew so should he accept the offer of not sleeping in this field. Axel sighed and staying to his full size he walked following the boy he soon noticed as he moved this island like many others was not intact after the any tremors. Axel had to dodge craters and fissures as he moved closer to the center of the island. Axel finding the mans home he thought it simple though it could be beyond riches compared to the others of this island. He stepped under the door frame to enter now having to walk slunched over so as not to punch a hole through its ceiling. He looked around the small home” what is it that you cherish swordsman or is it just this humble island that your are damned to exist upon”.-

[Silver]

Looking to the marine she smiled and looked at him grinning and lifted her skirt just slightly teasing him hinting at what he might see as the other marine popped their head in and spoke she smiled at him. “Oh this will be over in a moment.” she opened his cell and walked inside straddling him and slid her hands up under his shirt and focused her fruits power through her pulling on the desire she could feel from him and smiled. “You will now be my slave sir.” She then watched as the stone crawled over him she let it move slowly so he could feel his body harden and soon stop. Once the stone crawled up over his face and the last strand of hair was stone she stepped back and straightened her skirt and sauntered down the hall watching the marines wondering what was so important. “So what is so important that the Fleet admiral is calling for all hands?” she asked finding the marine that had advised her to hurry as the fleet admiral was calling for all hands. “This better be Important.” This was all she had to say as she was more concerned with getting the town back together.

[Lord English]

The male nodded as she corrected him and said, “I am so sorry. I didn’t know what to call you and you’re the only one on the ship with such an amazing power! Admiral Cancer told us that no matter what the Fleet Admiral wants us to believe, fruit users are an amazing asset that should be cherished.” He got her to her door and said, “Hell even the Fleet Admiral himself has power! Three in fact!” He opened the door for her and asked, “May I follow you in? I can take the bucket when it needs emptied or do what you need. I could grab a girl if you would be more at home Warden Skylark.” Then he asked, “He told us what you did… What was it like to fight a real pronounced pirate of such level as one of such as myself?”

The admiral listened to his call and gained his instructions as he ran around the ship and yelled, “EVERYONE TO EITHER A TELEVISION OR A PHONE! EVEN A SPEAKER WILL WORK! FLEET ADMIRAL HAS AN ANNOUNCEMENT! WE GET TO SEE A TRAITOR EXECUTED!”

The seaman apprentice looked back at her and said, “Oh, this is so cool!” He barged in and flipped a panel in the wall to reveal a television, it showing the marine flag on it of an announcement about to be made. He then sat himself in a chair at what would be her study desk while the bed sat open for her.

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The swordsman kept his blade upon him and carefully moved to offer him a seat on the couch while he prepared the guest room. As he bustled he heard the question and thought to pause. He wanted to blurt out the very first answer in his mind but it wouldn’t be correct, that issue had long been dealt with. Then the second in his head he knew would simply come off as perverse, but who doesn’t want to pet a shark? He then focused and thought about what he really wanted and said, “Devine shark… There are two things I seek. These are what I exist upon and yet I may never get to see them at the same time but I will. The first, true freedom. One where a man no matter the species can walk freely without fear. The second peace, but not of the world. Of myself for things I have done or haven’t done. Things I have been blamed for that I know I did not do.” He clenched his fist and looked right at him, “I feel that your kind has more freedom than any human can grasp right now… You have an understanding king while we bathe in the innocent blood of a tyrant while the true government turns a blind eye…” He looked at the floor and said, “Perhaps… It was meant to be like this…” He shook his head. “But I do not want it to be.”

He looked up as the television forced itself on and the damned marine flag showed itself upon it. He sighed and went to sit on the ground, leaving the guest to sit more comfortably.

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The marine would look to her and said, “The only instruction received was to gather and watch the television. I believe he said it was to be an execution of a traitor?” He shrugged and turned on the tele. Soldiers gathered the people of the town so they all could watch as well. Even the dog came to see. This was when the marine symbol appeared.

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The items of visual images throughout the world’s broadcasts would become interrupted, the marine symbol being showed as if there was a form of announcement. Then all of them would taste the sudden static as every sound and seeing devices were hacked. Those with a visual would see a man standing forefront and center to the screen, his muscles suggesting strength as he stood with others of strong appearance behind him. This man who took the front had marks of recent battle, cleaned up and left un-bandaged and unclothed. His top was bare, exposing a series of five nearly parallel marks upon his chest from his left shoulder that arced down around mid-chest to head south upon his form. He had another set of marks crossing on his right side and close to his six-pack of abs. He had three scratches running down through his forehead, a fourth joining on his nose until the tip whilst the other three crossed his mouth. His eyes despite the wound were fierce and filled with a confidence serving beyond pride. His lips were thin upon the strong jaw surrounding them, head held high upon a strengthened neck. Below this the clothing he bore was leather straps on his biceps, studded with steel raising an inch from him in the shape of crosses, six of them circling his arm in inch length and width with an inch between, measuring his arms’ thickness to be twelve inches around. On the edges of these straps was two small rounded studs to hold the leather edging together. Upon his hands were fingerless gloves whose lower ends were cuffed around the middle of his forearm, suggesting an extra four inches in length. His nails were thick but well kept, suggesting he was very healthy. Upon his waist was a studded leather pants held close to his form by a silver belt. The leather ran down his legs both tight and loose, hiding his muscular legs but showing their thickness. He then bore boots, those were unseen but assumed still to be of the same leather that lavishly adorned his body. His waves of red hair licked around his body until the blades of his shoulders.

Behind this man stood a confused array of beings who appeared to be that of his crew, two men stood directly behind him to his right and left. The one to his right had a hat of black suede, encompassed with black leather as dressings. The bottom half of his face concealed by a bandana of similar materials, held firm upon his head by thick leather. In the dark that surrounded them, only some portions of flesh could be seen upon his chest, forearms, and his ears. Beyond these features it was muddled. The other man had a face fully exposed, though shadowed by the room with hints of blue attire draping him. Behind them were more figures of various gender and sizes but the one that stood directly behind the man at the forefront appeared to be the very essence of death itself.

This was when the booming voice began to take hold as he would announce himself to the world, “To those who do not know me, I am Truble, captain of the Neo Whitebeard Pirates. To those who do, it may be a pleasure or a dismay for you to see me again.” His prideful stance did not waiver though blood slowly dripped from his wounds still and ran over his form. “What you all see upon me are the marks of the Fleet Admiral. I have lived twice now to his rampages and have come to stand and speak before the very world. He slaughtered many pirates, and the one we should not speak of I will speak of now. Monkey D. Luffy had been king not too long. Where do you think that precious treasure went? The One Piece is still out there and it calls to the pirates that will seek its power to name them the new king.” His posture became more dominant as the light began to be shown through a bit more, revealing all the faces of his eight crew members and himself.

Those of knowledge would think his group a band of misfits by what would appear behind the two normal men. A tanned woman with clear robotics upon her form and integrated in various positions, a standing wolf with red war paint drawn from the scars hidden beneath his fur, a browned man with feathered wings for arms, a man with bat wings as long as his body, and a man with six wings tight to the back of his form. The light revealed the man behind Truble was in fact what appeared to be a living spectre, though his form was just an appearance no one would ever unsee. With this revealed, Truble said, “This is my crew! Shori!” The man in the hat tipped his hat a bit with his left hand and raised a pistol in the other. “Senpu!” The man in blue drew six swords between his fingers and held them to cross in front of his body. “Chamu!” The tanned woman with robotics clicked and her arms took the forms of blasters. “Itsudatsu!” The wolf bared its fangs and showed its two inch claws. “Okashidesu!” The male with wings for arms raised them and let out a quick loud squeal that if someone sat to close to the source of sound would make their ears bleed, the camera gaining a small crack in the top corner. “Kuru!” The man with bat wings revealed sharp fangs and opened up his wings with a hiss. “Bara!” The man with six wings opened them all and stared at the camera, cocking his head like a bird locking onto its prey. “Himeiwoageru!” The spectre seemed to weave its cleared black clothes around like smoke between its boney fingers and a staff of similar make was woven into its hands. “I caused the tremors that shook the earth!” He balled his hands into fists and slammed them straight out to the sides in one quick snap. The camera would see the bends in the air where he shook it apart and yet his men stood firm against his might, perhaps because he was not showing his full power. “All of you so called pirates, if you do not fear the Fleet Admiral, then throw off your binds! Come out and come to the grand line! Someone needs to be the king! Not of the land or of the sky… BUT OF PIRATES!”

His crew shouted out a sharp sound together of, “YES!”

“We will go after it! We expect the real pirates to do so to!” He pronounced it. “If not, I will be the king alone while the rest of you suffer under the tyranny of the marines! I AM NOT AFRAID OF DEATH BUT EMBRACE IT AS A TRUE PIRATE SHOULD! Live life to be free!” He glanced over to a small snail that belonged to Mako sitting on a table close to the camera and listening equipment. He then looked right back to the camera and said, “Make yourselves known!”

He was silent for a moment but then Mako came out from behind the camera, her hair swaying as she walked and her beautiful orca flesh shining softly in the light. She took off her wraps from injuries and her beautiful webbed fingers brushed her hair back and let her eyes shimmer into the light. “I am Mako, captain of the Neo Sun Pirates! Your challenge is accepted!” She looked at him, her smile wrapped around two protruding lower teeth.

Finally the snail passed through its first voice as Tanakami yelled through it, “I am Tanakami! I reside and run Thriller Bark! Your challenge is accepted! I don’t fear that pussy either!”
The next voice through was Darcel, “I, Darcel of the Neo Big Mam Pirates, accept this challenge!”
“I, Buggy, accept this challenge!”
“Captain Kid accepts this challenge.”
“Dracule ‘Hawkeye’ Mihawk accepts this challenge.”
It began to read lower frequencies as others began to profess to the challenge. “The Usopp Pirates accept!”
“The Tornado Pirates accept!”
“The Dinghy Pirates-“
“-Ultravone Pirates-“
“-Mitreblen Pirates-“
Several names were gargled through and then the sound of three girls came through clearer than the rest saying, “Hello, Truble. This is the Elemental Aviary Pirates. We accept your challenge and I have a challenge for you. Don’t smear grandpa’s name.”

Truble and Mako smiled at one another, hiding their concern about the last voice as they heard others accepting and then Truble looked back at the camera and yelled, “YOU CAN’T KEEP A TRUE PIRATE DOWN!” He would then glare at the camera and speak in a cold tone, “Make your move.” His gunner would shoot out the camera and the equipment so fast, it could hardly be seen.

The televisions would be taken over by the Fleet Admiral then, broadcasting from his ship. His eyes were fierce as a wolf, as if demons were dancing in his very soul. He was topless as well though his wounds were bandaged and he had his jacket on stating justice. His hair was straggled over his eyes but not obscuring them as his smooth voice came out, “Good show… Very good… You interrupted a very important broadcast… Your words were nice to the eager and somewhat naïve ears… But here is something that you are mistaken in, Truble…” He moved closer to the camera and flashed a smirk. “I have all the power here…” He stepped away from the camera and revealed the Captain that was a Fishman, the Sand Devil. His marks from his escapades on saving the pup evident, his jacket nowhere to be found. He was bound in the heaviest stone and arms and legs locked, he was still weak and couldn’t break out. The Fleet Admiral walked back to him and his black pants flowed against his legs and hid the tops of black dress shoes. He grabbed the Sand Shark by the throat and looked back at the camera with a sickening grin, “You gave me enough time to prepare our special guest… A traitor… This marine… A CAPTAIN no less! The sixth rank in our infantries and he has committed an act of treason!” He released his throat.

“I have done no such thing…” The Captain uttered out, his eyes read of betrayal and hurt. This was an embarrassment as it was broadcasted globally, “I have been nothing but loyal!”

The Fleet Admiral chuckled and one of his crew members handed him a clipboard with papers on it and he ran through them as he said, “According to the pirates listed in the stolen broadcast… How many of them have you helped?” The captain remained silent and closed his eyes as he wasn’t going to go through with this. “I want an answer…” The Fleet Admiral punched him in the face and managed to actually knock out one of his teeth. He then let the tooth grow back.

The Sand Devil looked at the camera and then at the Fleet Admiral as his head was forced back towards the camera. He took in a deep breath as some blood was running from his mouth. “I helped… Many of them…”

“That,” Nomikomu stated as he paced away a bit, “Is proof of you being a traitor…”

“I didn’t know!” Yalbagoth insisted but it resulted in another punch and another tooth knocked clean out.

“Everyone can tell who is and isn’t a pirate!” The angered tone was calm and fierce, him walking off camera and grasping a sword, placing down the clipboard, as he said, “All pirates have a mark… A tattoo… The way they act… The way they talk… Signatures of them being what they are… So tell me… Out of that list given on the previous cast…” He placed the sword to the fishman’s throat. “Who did you help?”

Yalbagoth shook his head and said, “I will not… tell you…” Nomikomu then turned the blade and ran it down a bit then crossed over to his gills. He grasped one of the flaps and cut it off. The Sand Devil let out a yell with his head thrown back, his rows of teeth revealed to the camera in his mouth. He then said, “With all due respect sir… Go fuck yourself…” The blade was traveled down to the next gill and cut its flap off. He yelled out again and then let his head drop to watch the blood drip over his chest and to the ground. “You’re… A disgrace sir…” The last gill on that side was severed and the blade moved to the other side. Yalbagoth cringed and growled at this, taking harsh breaths. He then said, “The pirates… have more honor than you…”

Something in Nomikomu seemed to make him smile more, taking the blade and running it down to a special place where he knew he wouldn’t hit any organs and slowly pressed the blade into the flesh. “I would advise you start to speak…”

The stubborn fishman refused and the blade was slowly pushed in until it was the whole way through and he left it there. The Sand Devil grit his teeth as it was pressed through him and it was witnessed as Nomikomu went and grasped another sword. Though it was noticed with him moving that the first sword he had pressed into Yalbagoth was part of a three sword set that only those familiar with it would know. The second sword was revealed to be another part of the set, it being placed against another mark. The Sand Devil said, “I helped Truble…”

Nomikomu smirked and said, “Tell them all how you did it and then who else…”

“I… told him how much of a fucking pussy you are… just now…” The Sand Devil retorted, leaving out a painful grunt as the second sword was driven into him. “I have helped them all by doing this!” The third sword of the set was grabbed and plunged into him. The Sand Devil breathed deeply as he hissed in pain. “The pirates… shouldn’t fear you… You should fear them…” Nomikomu then reached into the victim’s mouth and ripped out a handful of his teeth with some effort. Yalbagoth screamed out and bled as he did so. Then he went off and got one of his marine’s normal blades and moved behind him, forcing him to bend forward to show his dorsal fin. “I only… Helped lost innocent souls… Who needed assistance…” Nomikomu sliced the dorsal fin from his body, causing Yalbagoth to roar out in pain.

“They are not… By any means… Innocent…” Nomikomu whispered harshly and loud enough the sound equipment picked it up. He then sliced the fins off the man’s arms and legs, seemingly enjoying the screams of pain. “Now… All the names… How you helped them… And then why…” He was greeted by silence and pointed at the clip board, “That told me all… I want you to tell the people…”

Yalbagoth stared at the camera and then said, “Truble… When he was young… I told him where he might find the fallen body of the man holding much power… Information on the fruits… He looked like he could have been true to the power… I helped the Usopp pirates with their ship because the three boys wanted to sail… I helped every single one in every way possible because… I respect them…”

“You don’t respect them!” Nomikomu smirked and then did the embarrassment of cutting off all of his skin tight clothes in front of the camera and found the bright red tattoo of the sun pirates wrapped around his upper leg. “This… Is why you are loyal to pirates. You are one!”

“I am not a pirate!” Yalbagoth exclaimed.

Nomikomu’s arms began to radiate with darkness and it swallowed the ship so the camera could see only them moving and he gripped his leg and twisted it as the darkness licked up like smoke as the leg snapped and he kept twisting. Yalbagoth yelled out in sheer pain, as he threw his head back. He wouldn’t give into it though and crumble, just letting him do it. Nomikomu twisted until the leg came off and waved it in front of the camera to reveal his hands were clawed like a lizard but with fur poking out halfway up his arm and onto his chest a bit. “Those marks you came here with,” Nomikomu accused, “You probably got them as one of the people you were supposed to protect clawed at your back as you stole their valuables! Just like a pirate…”

“I got them…” Yalbagoth retaliated, “protecting… A dog from his home… collapsing on him… Those marks are where the stones I crumbled to keep it from dying… Ask my men…”

“LIAR!” Nomikomu punched him again and then before the teeth could grow back in the places they had fallen out, he grabbed a searing hot poker from one of his men and seared his gums shut. Yalbagoth yelled in pain but didn’t bite down on the stick to give the Fleet Admiral his sweet satisfaction. “You… Are a traitor. As a pirate… You will be executed…” He handed the poker back to the one who handed it to him and then grasped the first sword. He pulled out the swords and watched as Yalbagoth bent over a bit and tried to stand up strong despite his blood dripping over his body. Nomikomu then took out two things, a normal red apple and an orange devil fruit. He looked to Yalbagoth and said, “Any last words?”

“Don’t ever… Give up…” Yalbagoth stared at the camera and breathed heavily. “You pirates… Are all that is left… Of this… World’s freedom… Show us… What… This means… To really be… Free…”

Before anymore could be said, Nomikomu grasped his head and taped over his gills and then over his nose. He took a cup of water and poured it over the tape to show that it was absolutely airtight. A hand ran over his body as he was handed more stones and locks to tie onto him. He forced the Devil Fruit into the Fishman’s mouth and slowly backed him up to the edge as he taped over his mouth, watching him struggle and writhe for air as he kicked him over the side. He looked to the camera and slowly came back towards the awkwardly placed table then stood there with his hand on the apple and said, “You are foolish… All of you…” He looked down at the apple and smirked as it began to have a swirled pattern and its stem curled, its color changing from red to a golden yellow. “Everyone…” He tossed the devil fruit and caught it. “Will face similar fates… No human… No Fishman… No Merfolk… Not even an animal… Shall disobey me… None shall resist persecution if they prove to be a pirate… Or a traitor… So tread lightly…” He ended the broadcast.

[Silver]

Alice watched the broadcast noting the pirates recognizing them and their names from when she was younger but now here she was with marines. Then as the Fleet Admiral came back on and spoke she watched in horror anger flowing into her eyes her fists clenched as she watched her blood pressure rose when the final blow was made to her captain she turned to her men and the people of the Island and then to the dog. “Marines and People of this Island We have just watched the Highest form of treason imaginable. They not only killed a great man on wrongful charges A man who just saved this town a man who was going to put everything he had into this town to rebuild it. Here and Now I resign from the Marines I will not serve a corrupt and evil government that claims to protect its own yet will publicly humiliate and execute someone who has given their lives for that same government. Any of you Marines that wish to follow will. We will be branded as traitors all of us so make your choice Freedom or servitude.” she then took her daggers out and stabbed the TV and ripped them out staring at it then walked away from everyone into the marine base to garb what she needed and walked out looked to everyone one last time. “If one of you would be so kind as to let me buy a ship from you I will leave and not darken the harbors of this island again.” She stood there holding her pack and looked to them all and the dog and sighed. “I will provide what help I can in the restoration efforts of this island I apologize I can not stay but as this is under marine control i will need to be leaving as I no longer serve them and will be marked A deserter which is also punishable by death as you all well know.” she then feel silent and looked at everyone waiting to be mobbed and lynched.

[Lord English]

The marines of the base and the townsfolk all seemed to feel enlightened by the pirates. Their dark and yet strong appearances seemed to fill them with hope instead of fear. To hear the voices of people willing to stand for freedom was a majestic thing to them. They jumped back from the screen only when the screech was heard and the gunshot at the end. Beyond that point, was pure dread. Some of the townsfolk left as they watched the torture, weak constitutions abound. The marines clenched their fists and some looked away. They knew him to be an excellent man and pirate or not, he was the best person they could have ever known. When the total deed was done, they felt fear but they also felt an urge to fight back.

 

This was when the one left in charge of them began to act on her own, her words assuring that there was somewhere new they could go. When she had her say and no townsfolk would stand up as they trembled, one of the marines walked up to her and said, “Ma’am… They are frightened… You can take his ship and we will come with you…” He then took off his button down navy shirt and showed her that he had a mark as well, upon his shoulder the mark of Buggy. He looked to her and said, “The captain gave us all second chances… But never the name of the man who saved us from the noose…”

 

Others began to shed their tops revealing marks of every conceivable grouping there could have been out there. Only a few were not pirates and one of the ones who didn’t reveal themselves immediately felt this was safe company to do so in. He strode up to her and his face was matching to the man on the screen that stood behind Truble and he removed his jacket as six wings spread out. He looked into her eyes and said, “Who you saw on the screen was of Himeiwoageru’s design. I have been watching the Marines with a close eye. I will be reporting back to my captain.” He turned to the few true marines left and said, “I would suggest you all join with her. You won’t be living life the same if you stay long enough for that asshole to show up.” He looked back to her and spoke in a more calming voice, “The Neo-Whitebeard Pirates will protect this town. Don’t worry about them.” He stood firmly as he waited for her.

 

Those around them were stunned that he was even among them, the few townsfolk still there ran out into the town, saying their thanks on the way out as they went and told the others who’s watch they were under. The doggy seemed perfectly happy and started licking at Bara’s ankle, Bara picking him up and petting him. “Perhaps I can stay long enough to help… But I need to go get a paramecia if I wished to stay long enough to…” He looked in the dog’s eyes and gently stroked his fur.

[Silver]

She looked to the Marines that stood there and started to take a step and once she got closer she heard a marine pipe up and looked over to him and blinked seeing the Pirate marks and she almost wanted to smile but her anger wasn’t going to allow it at this point in time her eyes moved from Marine to Marine as they exposed their chests and marks. Then she saw the Skypian expose himself as a part of the Neo Whitebeard pirates. She seemed relieved by this fact not even shocked and bowed her head. “Then we are unchained from Marine control and have a ship… Go tell the bar keep to check this location.” She gave the location of the supplies she had taken to one of the Marines. She then walked past them and over to Bara. “Can I ask you something since you seem to know more than you wish to let on? I want to get a message to Yalbagoth’s supporters and allies that I am building a crew and fleet to take down this corrupt regime and am looking for any allies and help I can get.” She then bowed her head and turned to her men. “Men I cannot promise you we will live through this but what I will promise you is our vengeance will be had.” She looked between each of the men she had served with now with a new light as her mind wandered and she smiled to the dog nodding to him. “Take care of this town while I am gone.” She looked at the 20 men that had offered to follow her. “I have one thing to say to all of you. We do this together. You want to question me then do so.” She smiled at them but she would not hesitate to stone any of them if they stepped out of line. “Each of you please come and sign your name to the crew roster with what your skills are.” She looked through them and pointed to the man with buggies symbol on his shoulder. ”For now you are going to be first mate do not make me regret this.” She was still angry and was plotting how to get in touch with others and start her war and grow stronger. Turning her eyes back to Bara she took a breath. “I need to grow stronger can you offer any advice?”

[Lord English]

One of the pirates that were under her command nodded to her and ran to go talk to the barkeep. Bara looked at her and smiled as she spoke the shark’s name. It was clear to him that she was trusted to the former ally and he would thus help her in any way he could. He pulled out a tiny snail and opened a direct line to his captain, whispering to it and then receiving whispers back. He did this as she went to the others and set them up. Her men began signing their names to her and writing what they could do. The one who had first revealed himself to her nodded and said, “I will not let you down, captain.” He started to organize the men and get them ready to head out on the ship.

The doggy wagged its tail when spoken to and ran out to go help take care of the town. The town was already attempting to rebuild, more strong than they had before.

Bara was done with his conversation once she returned her attention to him. He closed the direct line so that the snail was back on the party line but muted. He knew he had a spare and said to her, “I have several ways you can grow stronger, but in return I will ask of you to beat my face and body beyond recognition.” He handed to her his tiny snail and said, “This is a direct communication to the unspoken and their allies. This is inclusive of some of the voices you heard and the faces on the interrupted broadcast. I would suggest you get a log and head into the grand line. Only the strong make it and the allies will assist you if you prove no threat.” He’d wait for her to take it before placing his jacket back on to hide his wings and held his arms out as he said, “Do your worst and I will live…”

[Silver]

She looked to the roster and handed it to her first mate and listened to Bara taking the snail as her first mate was organizing her ship. She took a deep breath. As she opened a pouch on her belt and slipped the snail in and bowed her head and closed her eyes. “I will take no pleasure in this but you will know some of the wrath that the Fleet admiral will be feeling just know I am doing this to save your life.” She then did a spin kick and brought her foot to the side of his jaw with all the force she had. The kick didn’t stop there as she lifted her other foot twisting her body bringing it lower and into his neck twisting so she landed on her feet. Facing him she took and brought her fist hard into his gut twisting her fist as it connected to his solar plexus. She then pushed herself up so she was above him and brought her other fist down slamming her fist down square into his left eye socket as her body dropped down. As her feet hit the ground she quickly brought her knee up hard into his inner thigh kicking through. But quickly pulled herself back and gripped his hair and looked into his eyes as he could see her fury. “I’m sorry about this.” She then brought his head down hard as she acrobatically lifted bringing her knee up into his nose as she jerked his head down hard to crush it. Letting go of his head as her knee pushed through with her raising motion then twisted bringing her foot into his right eye socket. Lowering she swept his knees to knock him onto his back the straddled his chest and looked down at him balling her fists and just started to throw blows into his face the more she hit him the faster the punches got and she started to scream as she continued to beat his face in with her fists then got up and remembered she had to take care of his body. With him on the ground she proceeded to kick his sides hard. Then did a falling axe kick into his chest. Looking down at him and panted looking like she felt remorse for what she had done to him and turned walking away. “Let that be a lesson to all marines who cross my path. Make sure they know that no Marine is safe from my fury. If they follow the fleet admiral.” She had to leave him with something believable to give them.

[Lord English]

The male she had placed as her First Mate took the roster and used it to better place the men. He had everyone in a station where they were best suited, as he did so he started to think back. He missed his first captain and could remember what put him here. It was several years ago, he was just a simple crew member and was cleaning the deck on one of the down days for a member that had taken ill. He was alerted as suddenly, everyone gathered up and took off. The captain had seemed in such a rush that no one knew what was going on. Then people started to remove their paints and even don normal clothing and setting out in different directions. He had done none of that and approached his captain, worried of mutiny. He had a frantic expression as he said, “Captain! What’s going on?!”
Buggy had looked to him and spoke with a look of fear being hidden behind a form of strength, calmly saying, “I need you to remove all that ties you to me. Then you need to leave and start a new life. This is an order.”
He looked at Buggy, hurt. He left his captain’s room to hear a loud grunt, turning around to see he had cut his own nose off and placed it in a box. He watched him rid himself of his paint that made him who he was and place away everything. He couldn’t watch any longer and ran away as he was asked and while he was floating out on a dinghy, all alone, was when he found his new start. That was when the second captain he would ever have came from the water and instead of attacking as expected, offered a hand and a place to stay in the marines. Now he has a third captain who is saving his life, avenging his second, and possibly would allow him to thank the first. He had heard his captains voice so he knew he was alive and well and deserving of gratitude for saving as many as he could. Though his duties went from taking the work no one else wanted to now being a first mate. He will never forget what was being done for him and only within a slight pause for his reflection, he began to resume his activities with a smile on his face and the mark on his shoulder boldly showing on his pride-filled body.

Bara looked upon the woman as she first pertained to her duties as a new captain, admiring the follow through of what was going to be her vengeance. He knew he would need self-control to not fight back since he had spent years with his captain and perfecting his response to fight when attacked. The first kick to his jaw connected as he turned his head to the side, being able to force off the urge to fight back on that strike. His control would not be so as his arm shot up to take the follow up kick to his much sturdier forearm. He disliked himself for this reaction but perhaps it wasn’t so bad, it would look as if it was not just a random beat down but in fact a true fight. He would still need to restrain himself as best as he could, managing to restrain his reflexes as she jabbed him in the solar plexus. He would not bend though as he had face much harder punches from much stronger beings, namely his own captain. He managed again to detain himself as she put her full body weight into slamming into his left eye socket. This time he had to take a few steps back as that was a sensitive area for him. As he was stepping, she was bringing her knee up to kick at him and he twisted up his own leg to block instinctively before he moved to where he had wanted. He damned himself for being a fighter.

He had the restraint to allow her to grasp his hair and listened to her speak, him replying, “Don’t feel sorry.” As she tried to force his head down, his body locked momentarily in a feat of strength, pulling up against the downward as his hands shot forward to block her knee. As her knee twisted in his hands, he felt the ability to restrain once more and his hands slipped as he released his muscles, though instead of hitting the intended socket it would smash him on the cheek. He stood firm when she swept, she hadn’t even released his hair and that helped. He was tempted to strike back but that he could restrain, though without him going down, she would not be able to straddle him or do anything she had planned to do while he was down. This left him standing there as he suddenly felt his urge to fight again but managed to force himself to only rip away from her at the price of losing just the clumps that her small hand had attached to. He then stood before her and said, “If you can’t do better I can inflict the rest myself.” Though he let her say her peace though and sighed a bit. He was not ready to face more marines and knew the injuries she had managed would harm a normal marine, any more would kill a normal man so he left it as it was. He looked at her and said, “I guess no more is required… Thank you. Good luck…” This was when he went and started to trash the inside of the base to make it look like there was more of a fight had gone on.

Her crew was just waiting for her to set off as everything was in order. The townspeople had enough to begin their repairs and were glad to see those that were so helpful were now going to be somewhere they could not hold back and be themselves. The member she indicted as her first mate said, “Ready to sail captain. Just say when and where.”

[Cain]

-Axel watched as the neo pirates were shown to the world and the one piece said to still exist, this would be the time when all hell broke loose every man or woman who felt greed in there heart or the fires spark of adventure would be setting out for this reawakened lost item. He heard as the different pirates accepted the challenge and Axel raised his snail “I Axel of the sea devil pirates accept your challenge”. Axel smiled enjoying this moment of passion until the fleet admerial ruined it. He watched as this monster tore at his brother and the anger inside Axel grew stronger and stronger until he snapped at the end picking up the couch he was on and smashing the tv with it. He was breathing heavy when he realized what he had done and he turned to apologize to the swordsman” I can pay to replace both and I will take my leave before anymore of your home is destroyed I need to get to the grandline and build my crew to bring war to that bastard. He fled from the home before he could get an answer. He grabbed his snail and anger filled his senses” I am near the calm belt Im going to rip that bastards head off, kill me if he can but I will take a part of him with me to davey johns locker”. He was running ful force across the island and hit the water hard swimming at full force, He knew where the sand devil had to have made birth and from there knew where he would have crossed into the grandline this gave Axel information on exactly where the fleet admerial would be located.-

[Lord English]

Luckily enough, when the fleet admiral had his feed back, they had all of their projection equipment off. Through it was the sounds of Mako screaming at what was happening and then it getting muffled as Truble had tried to quiet her. Though it sounded as if he had some trouble right at the end and the sounds of his crew helping him out. Mihawk’s voice patched through to him, “What happened?”
“Mako bit me and ran off,” Truble’s response was in a voice that sounded a bit betrayed by her actions.

The swordsman hadn’t heard the voices on his snail and he watched as Axel flung the couch into the television, making him want to understand this shark more. He heard him apologize and even dared to say, “No it’s alright.” Then he was running off. The swordsman followed his one deep perversion of wanting to feel the flesh of this top predator and said, “I will come with you!” He ran after him and once they hit the water’s edge, he hesitated. It was then it caught up that he was going from innocence to being guilty all in one fell swoop. He then took a breath and leapt into the water and started swimming after the shark like a fool. He noticed he was talking to people on a snail and wondered if that was the sound he had been hearing so faintly as the horrors went on.

When the grouping heard him say what he was going to do, the first voice to say anything was Kid, “First the idiot picks a name he is unworthy of and then swims off to his death like a fool… Why is this moron in our group of allies?”
The garbled voice of the undead patched through next but the sound of being displeased was evident, “You have no right to question. You were a fool once too. We all were.”
“Not as bad as this,” Kid decided to say.
Mihawk’s voice snapped in a silent rage, “Enough. Axel, grow in power first then go after him. There is time until such a thing strikes again and even then, all the other groups are fighting back full force now.”
“Don’t get yourself killed,” The haunting voice of Tanakami sounded worried for the fishman, “If worst comes to worst he may do the same to you. Only one who has lived against him is Truble and his life had to be saved to live another day and grow stronger…”
The voice of one of the unfamiliar females patched through and said, “You all need to watch. By the way, a cute fish came by and handed me a snail. Now… Axel was it? Yeah, even if they are a gathering of loons they are right. You really shouldn’t go after the Fleet Admiral until you are stronger.”
Mihawk patched through and said, “What is your name, girl of the Elemental Aviary Pirates?”
“I’m their captain, great Hawkeye,” She spoke tough, “And my name is Tekei Newgate. I have had to hide my name for so long… So good to say it!”
The snails went silent until Mihawk said, “Just don’t do it, Axel.” Then they went silent again.