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Morgan, Kuzo, Zoe, Bass, and Leon - Prison, Loguetown



"Oh good, you got him," Kuzo said from down the hallway. He appeared in his larger, bulkier form before extending his arms out and shrinking down to his normal size as he approached them. He looked around them. "...Bass?" He asked, wondering where their bat-human went.

"Well, you were right about this circus," Morgan said with a smile to the admittedly cute (if somewhat scary because she can turn into a man eating dragon) girl. "I take it you are their ringleader then. Well thanks, really appreciate it. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to see myself out now. Thanks again!" Morgan said to the shapeshifter with a bow. He wasn't going to stick around longer than he needed to. And he wasn't about to stick with another crew, especially one as stupid enough to break into a high security prison to break him of all pirates out. Clearly, whoever they were, they didn't read up on Morgan's history. Or bother to listen to any of the rumors. Or at least try to learn the story behind his name. The reason why he earned the moniker "The Burning King." He wasn't because it simply sounded pretty. No, there was a long story behind it. One worth hearing, but not one Morgan liked telling. It was that story that made him who he is today. And it was that story that explained why the so called "rookie" traveled alone.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Zoe shouted at him, her voice struggling to carry over the sound of rowdy inmates and cacophony of battles nearby. “We went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get you out and I’ll be damned if your little pretty boy face is just going walk right out the door on us.” Putting her hands on her hips and eyeing him angrily, she pouted and thought about transforming once more, if only to make herself seem more imposing. She decided that could wait until later, he already knew what she could do. What she didn’t know, was what he was capable of. Here he was, in a high security prison and he seemed harmless as a church mouse. Then again, she knew just how harmless church mice could be.

“I think you owe us. You either pay up or I transform and lock your ass back in another cell!”

Morgan rolled his eyes and turned back to face the girl. She was feisty, and truthfully if Morgan wasn't so against the idea of running with a group of pirates, she would probably be near the top of the list of people he would join. He sighed, raising his arm up and without as much as a second thought, blasted a hole in the wall with a fairly sizable fireball. The Grand Justice could be seen clearly from the harbor from the new window that Morgan created with his renovation. "There. A new escape route. Consider us even." Morgan turned to the other guy. "Are we even now? Can I go? Or do you need help cleaning up the mess you people found yourself in?"

Kuzo quietly smiled as he looked between Morgan and Zoe arguing with each other. He whistled lowly at Morgan's display of his Devil Fruit, burning a hole through the wall, approaching the hole and looking out into the bay, where his ship, as well as a good portion of Loguetown, was visible. He admired the view for a moment longer, before turning back to Morgan. "Kuzo," He began. "The name's Tristan D. Kuzo. That there's Zoe," He pointed to her as he mentioned her name. "I think you probably met Bass before too, wherever he is..." He looked around wondering where his other crew-mate was. Shrugging it off for now, he turned back to Morgan and smiled cheerfully at him. "Welcome to the crew."

Morgan could only blink at Tristan. "Never heard of ya. and I'm not interested," he began. "I fly solo nowadays. I appreciate you breaking me out and all. And in return, I won't burn your ship down if I bump into it out on the Grand Line." He finished as he approached his hole in the wall. He felt a few rocks from the ceiling trickle down onto his head. "Now, if you excuse me. I got places to be, crap to steal and ships to burn."

Kuzo looked around the room of the prison, catching sight of Zoe, who had a fairly angry look on her face. "Ah, yeah, I could see you doing real fine on your own," He said, grinning at the situation which Morgan was in before they came along. "And I'm sure you'll do well trying to find your way out of Loguetown without a ship on your own, especially with the entire island probably out to get you once they figure out you're free." He crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall next to the hole Morgan made. "If I were you and I ran across someone who was offering a free ticket away, I'd take that in a hurry."

"But I could tell you're a man that'll compromise, so how about this: You come with me to my ship, and we'll sail to the Grand Line together. The first island we hit, you and I will fight. If I win, you're apart of my crew. If you win, I'll let you leave, and as a bonus, I'll give you my ship." He grinned again to Morgan. In the background, he could hear the Marines slowly moving to their position, but he didn't appear to be too bothered by it. "So, what do you say?"

Morgan took a deep breath and sighed a bit. Whoever this Kuzo was, he had a point. As confident as Morgan was, he didn't have a ship and the Marines would hunt him down. Especially that Kiba guy. Morgan was a good fighter, but even he couldn't take out an entire armada of Marines himself. As much as the fact was painful to hear ringing in his ear, he didn't have any other choice. Though the pain in his ear could be nothing more than the after effects of more pieces of the ceiling falling around Morgan and the others with greater frequency. "Fine, Kuzo. You got yourself a deal," Morgan said. He needed a new ship and whatever Kuzo could do was probably nothing compared to Morgan. He never heard of the kid before, so he probably was an arrogant rookie. Morgan was one himself, and one beating later, he learned his place. That's all Kuzo needed to do. He needed to learn his place. "So where is this ship of yours?" God, I hope its not a piece of crap, Morgan thought to himself. I really don't want another broken-ass ship.

Kuzo nodded. "Great to hear," He turned around, looking through the hole, and pointing down to the harbor. "It's over there, in the harbor. Once Bass comes back, we can all go there together."

Leon pulled ahead of Bass by using his shadow. He arrived at the group and sighed, They are all kids. He kneeled down on one knee and said, "My name is Reaper K. Leon, I apologize for out lateness." Even kneeling down, he was a hulking monster. Afterwards he stood up, that would be the last time he would kneel for a long time. "I wish to join your crew."

"Hmm...sure," Kuzo said simply, somewhat amused by the way the large man who introduced himself as Leon conducted himself, especially with the kneeling. "Welcome to the crew, Leon." He said, introducing the others to him individually as they waited for Bass.

Bass flew over a while later, though looked a bit... disturbed. "Hey, so when are we go-" He paused and flapped in mid-air, in shock for a moment, "Uh... was that hole there before?" He inquired warily. "If not it'll be a good exit out of here, I keep hearing other Marines coming so we should skedaddle." He landed down and glanced about, "Sooo.... anyone we're missing or are we all good?"

The sounds of Marine soldiers were loud and getting louder. They were probably on the same level as the group, and would be there momentarily. "We're all here," Kuzo announced with a smile. "This should be enough..." He said with a nod of his head. "Alright, the ships in the port. Let's get to it, and get outta here."

Kuzo jumped out of the hole Morgan created just as the Marines could be seen down the hallway. Bullets began to fly down the hall and over the pirates' heads. Being on the upper levels of the prison, Kuzo decided to activate his ability before touching down, his body bulking up just before impact. Instead of touching down lightly, he slammed onto the pavement of the street, cracking it up and producing a hole where his feet impacted. At least he saved himself any injury. Expecting the others to follow him down the hole, he reverted back to his normal form, and ran down the street towards the harbor, the citizens moving to the left and right to get out of his way.

Bass heard them coming and flinched as the first shots were fired. He didn't need any orders to jump out of the hole and spread his wings. He flew up high and then glanced down. A idea formed in his mind as he landed before Kuzo and presented his back to him. "Grab onto my neck. I'll be able to get us a bit of height in the air and my legs are tired right now anyways."

"Go!" Leon roared at his shadow. There was no way he would personally jump down such a height. His shadow leaped down and he switched with it. He called it back and sighed. "Even though the place is coming down, I really am disappointed at the number of marines I didn't kill." Leon said looking up. He rushed out of the prison and stampeded onto the streets, knocking over civilians that were not fast enough to move out of his way, and sending his shadow at any marines that were in front of him. He didn't stop to admire the crumbling building, he was more content on getting to the docks as quickly as possible to clear any marines awaiting him there.

As much as Zoe hated to admit it, Morgan’s hole did prove to be quite useful in this instance. Seeing Kuzo jump out and down, batman doing the same, she thought it best to follow suit, especially after the bullets started flying. Running by Morgan as she made her way to the hole, she bumped into him ever so slightly, just to let him know she still didn’t much care for him. “Come on, idiot,” she yelled, her tone sarcastic and annoyed. “Might wanna keep that face pretty, you got s**t for brains.”

Jumping and transforming twice in quick succession, into a dragon mid-air and then human after she landed again, she took off after Kuzo. Still a few steps behind him, she asked, “You sure we need this Morgan guy? I don’t like him and he gives me the willies.”

Morgan laughed a bit at Zoe as she jumped out his window. "What a bitc-" Another rock clocked him in the head and he looked up to see the ceiling was coming down at an accelerated pace. "Ah, crap...not again." Morgan dove out of the hole, head first as he practically swam in the open air. After all, he couldn't really swim, seeing how his devil fruit took away that ability years ago. His goal was to land as close to Zoe and Kuzo as possible, so he made sure to launch himself as far as he could on his descent. Upon impact, his body burst into flames, only to recollect itself as Morgan entered a mid-stride, closely following Zoe. "Sup?" He only said, before turning his head back to the prison. The once solid foundation came tumbling down, and where Morgan's hole once was, was a collasped floor. The stones that constructed that forsaken structure crashed to the ground. Loguetown's fortress was collapsing into ruin. "Well, thank god, we got out of there when we did," Morgan muttered with a nervous chuckle.

Kuzo chuckled with Morgan, examining the damage they, or more particularly Morgan, had caused in the prison. He remembered reading before about the Burning King's 'talent' for destruction, and he was guessing this was only a taste of what was to come. He couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Sure," Kuzo replied, deciding to take up Bass on his offer. "Just hang on a second," He said, holding his hand up to give him a moment. He bent his knees once more, and said under his breath again, "Lightning Mode," and reverted to the skinnier form he had been in earlier in the plaza. He then made his way to Bass, clinging onto him. When he put his entire weight on the bat-human, Bass would have found that Kuzo, in this form, was surprisingly light, maybe only about 30 kilograms total. "All set," Kuzo said to Bass.

Bass nodded and gave a few flaps of his wings. He kicked off from the ground and soon the two were up in the air. Bass flew up higher and higher until they were high over the town and they could see the harbor. "Heh, you're pretty light." Bass commented as he glided along the wind. He glanced down at the activity occurring near the ships and flew down a little lower, "So then, can you pick out your ship? Tell me if you need me to get lower."

Kuzo grinned, spotting the vessel in the port. It was displayed prominently towards the end, already in position for the grand ceremony it was supposed to take part in earlier in the day. Unfortunately, Kuzo had a different ceremony in mind for it. "There it is," Kuzo pointed to the Grand Justice.
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Old November 14th, 2013 (06:10 AM).
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Vance, Lotte, Wallace, and Tunnak - "Breakneck Speed"



Chest heaving as she ran, Lotte's eyes flit left and right as she realized she'd lost sight of the gang-- and gotten herself quite lost in the city in the process. At this she slowed to a stop, head craned back and scanning the skies to no avail, and then scanning her new surroundings. Another plaza, but smaller-- and a few marines straggling about she noted as she hastily put up her hood and skirted against the shadows cast by an old pub. ... Where'd that monster-guy go? She turned, seeing a mostly empty street behind her from all the citizens who had fled into their houses in the wake of the pirate chase. ... Where'd Vance go?

"WAAAAAAH, WHY'S THERE SUDDENLY SO MANY OF THEM?!" Vance cried out as he ran through the streets, civillians skidding off to the side, staring as Vance came running, followed by a massive horde of marine soldiers. Where did Lotte go?! I could barely see the pirates she was following and now she's gone too! He turned a corner, skidding at the abrupt turn, throwing an arm back and then upwards, a length of rope sliding out of his sleeve, which coiled around a potted plant standing on a windowsill. He pulled his arm backwards in a rough tug, sending the pot flying into the face of one of the marines who'd just turned the corner as well, sending him and two of his friends to the ground, the rest of them still thundering after him with their swords raised.

"Leave me alone, I haven't done anythiiiiing!" He turned a corner again, onto a small, unpopulated street, and before he managed to run too far, he spotted a large clay vase, wide enough to hold a man. Without thinking he jumped inside, ducking his head just in time as the marines came running past, feeling the vibrations through the floor as he sat in the vase, squeezed together. I think... I think I lost them... for the time being.

Just a ways away, Lotte perked up-- that shouting voice was definitely Vance! Peering around, she spotted him- of course bringing a stampede of marines with him as she reeled back against the wall again in favor of calling out to him. Watching as he ran by and jumped into a vase across the street from her hiding spot, she let out a breath of relief when the marines didn't seem to notice either of them and kept running. "Psssst!" She whispered, not at all loud enough to be heard over the commotion, "Psst Vance! .... "

I swear by the blue, when I get out of here, I will KILL someone! *clonck... rlrlrrrl, clonck... rlrrlll, clonck. Why was this a good plan again?
Wallace's brilliant suggestion had been to disguise the fishman so that they could transport him through the streets and down to the docks unnoticed. So far that had sounded like a good plan. Tunnak's suspision was raised when the sailor had addressed the issue of finding a fitting concealment. This eventually lead to a rummaging through the adjacent rooms in which they found several different props, tools and remedies that they could use. Unfortunately it took more than making a wig from a mop and squeezing the large creature that was Tunnak into an underzied gown (trust me, they tried) to make even a half-decent costume.

And so it had come to this. A barrel. And not even one of those nice ones with a distant odor of sardines, but one that Tunnak believed to have previously contained the sweeped-up hair from the barber's shop. It itched so terribly! They did have one advantage, though, as the Marines were not on the lookout for Wallace. All he had done to prepare himself was to snatch a comb from the counter and set his hair properly-ish and adjust/dust off his attire, then he could easily go for a sailor just picking up provisions from a store. They were set.

Now, rolling down the rough pavement in an itchy old wodden barrel made Tunnak question the brilliancy of this contrivance, but it was too late to alter the plan now. The sound of the marine patrols' synchronized steps were far too frequent for him to come out of hiding just yet. Oh, I just hope that I can trust this bloke...

"Hoorararara!" Wallace laughed as he rolled the barrel down the street and towards the docks. Marines and citizens alike would cast looks at the man rolling the barrel through the street, and Wallace would give each one that caught his gaze a nod of his head, or a friendly (though slurred) greeting. It was thankful that most of the Marines had been busy with other problems to pay the drunk much mind, though he was attracting perhaps a bit too much attention from citizens. Again though, the advantage was that no one wanted to openly associate or question the motives of a drunk.

Wallace stumbled a bit as he rolled barrel, occasionally crashing it into nearby object, including a chair from an outside restaurant (thankfully unoccupied), and a vegetable stall. Wallace would laugh it off every time, and most of the citizens would go about their business. Then, Wallace accidentally veered the barrel too far to the left, stumbling and sending it forward with an unintentional push, and hitting the barrel right into a nearby vase.

"Unfh?!" the vase seemingly grunted as it toppled over from the impact with the barrel, rolling down the quite steep street, people jumping out of the way and shouting up at Wallace for causing it to tumble towards them. The vase started spinning out of control and eventually crashed into a support beam for a small shop, causing it to shatter. Vance let out a whimpered groan as he slowly pushed himself to his feet, stumbling around without being able to see anything at all. "Whuh thu hill heppend...?"

"Uwwwaaaaa--!" She hissed under her breath, watching as the vase Vance had hid in tumbled down the street-- fretting as she glanced back and forth. Oh jeez-- there was no way she'd be able to avoid marines without Vance, and so without another thought she hurried down after the vase, dodging through the onlookers jumping out of the way.

He finally came to a stop in the middle of the street, shutting his eyes and shaking his head to get over the dizziness of being trapped in the wild ride. However, as his eyes adjusted to the world again when he opened them, his face grew pale as he saw a giant barrel coming rolling down the hill towards him, with what looked to be a drunk guy pursuing it.

"GAAAAH! Run fer it!" He yelled, motioning for everyone to get out of the way of the rogue barrel.

Stumbling, he turned around and made a dash for it, people yelling and leaping out of the way of the massive barrel chasing the man. "Why does stuff like this always happen to me?! Heeeeelp!"

"Wwwwaaaiiiit for meeee!" It was a spectacle indeed, a man who had rolled down in a vase being chased by a barrel rolling down the same hill, all of whom were being chased by a young girl whining for them to slow down. She flinched when the barrel caught up with Vance and smashed into the wall, revealing that Vance hadn't been the only one to take a roll down the street-- but before she could see anything, she hurried forward to cover the last stretch between herself and the jumbled pile of limbs and wood splinters, "Are you guys okay?!"

The barrel quickly caught up with the still somewhat-dizzy Vance and just before he managed to throw his arm upwards and to the side to use his ropes to get out of the way, the barrel slammed into him, causing the both of them to crash into the side of a building, the barrel shattering into pieces, leaving Vance and Tunnak in a jumbled pile of wood on the ground. "Guuuh..."

I'm dying... or have I already died? Why are there splinters in the afterlife?... Tunnak looked around, not yet bothering to get up. He sighed upgivingly. "I'm not even dead, am I?" He had a look around him and concluded that he had no clue whatsoever as to what was going on. He could hear the shouting from a girl who was coming closer, he believed to sense the stench of alcohol somewhere nearby, which would mean that Wallace was still somewhere close and... and there seemed to be something on top of him. "What in the..?"

Looking down himself he saw a young man completely trashed by the impact. Tunnak concluded that he probably had been in the way. It didn't matter much. Now his cover was blown and such a scene must've attracted some attention so the marine was bound to be headed their way. He grabbed the kid by the collar and carelessly tossed him a few feet to the side before getting up, removing the worst splinters from his tail and scouted for any inbound dangers.

"Unfh!" Vance grunted out as he landed on the ground again, slowly pushing himself to a stand once again as everything had stopped spinning. He turned with a jumbled, bewildered look in his eyes as he looked from the large fishman, to the drunkard staring back at him and finally, to Lotte. At the sight of the girl, Vance let out a sigh of relief, bending over and placing his hands on his thighs. "Oh, Lotte, you're alright. Pffh, you have no idea how much I've been running to try and catch up with you..."

She bristled, pouting at him as she put her hands on her hips, still breathing hard from the previous chase, "You have no idea how much I've been running you--!"

Just as he stretched out again, his eyes widened as he saw a large group of marines coming to a stop at the top of the hill, speaking to each other for a bit before pointing down at the group and promptly charging down the slope, swinging their swords. "... Crap, they're back! We need to get out of here!"

A shiver ran down Tunnak's back as the stampede of soldiers stormed down the hill, closing in on their position faster than he was comfortable with. His thoughts were diverted though, as his new tumble-buddy started crying out about the pursuers being after [i]them[i/]. He spun to face the two young ones and pondered for a second before he gestured for Wallace to try and keep up. He then set off with great force and quickly accelerated to a pace that he believed everyone would be able to keep up with (except the marines, hopefully).

"AAAAH!" Wallace yelled, seeing the sight of the marine soldiers approaching, and automatically assuming in his mind that they were after him, as well as the others. Quickly, he took off behind Tunnak, but not before grabbing both Vance and Lotte by their arms and dragging them along with him. "To duh docks, hurry, before they get us!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

After stumbling for just a moment, having been pulled by the arm by the drunkard who was apparently with the fishman, Vance picked up speed on his own and started running, spurred on by the angry yelling of the large group of swinging swords behind them. "Don't have to tell me twice! Do you have a boat we can escape on?!"

"Hoorarara! I got my own ship!" He hollered back to Vance, who had begun going his own pace next to Wallace. "It's called the....uh...dang it, I forgot!" He said, an angry expression making its way onto his face. "Why don't I 'member mah ships name?" He wondered, looking back for a moment to see how far behind the Marines were from them. His eyes suddenly snapped open in realization. "Oh, that's right, I don't have a ship!" He said, followed by his deep, unique horse laugh. "Hooorararara! Looks like we'll jes borrow one then!"

[i]We're in so deep...[i/] Tunnak thought as he sprinted away from the plaza and towards the docks. And they were. They had no means of getting offshore, let alone commandeer a ship at the harbor that would be able to out-sail the prides of the East Blue Navy... And then there was The Grand Justice to consider. Tunnak rounded yet another corner and darted down a crowded street. The harbor appeared infront of him, the ocean stretching to the horizon and beyond and for a brief moment Tunnak felt something that had been lost to him for a long time. But then realization yanked him back into reality and the flame of hope was extinguished. I... I''ll be going back there... wont I?

Meanwhile, having been running far more than she'd ever in her entire life today, Lotte was quite winded to the point of not being able to say much in protest to Wallace's shenanigans, taking most of her energy to focus on keeping up enough that she didn't end up tripping and being pulled along like a potato sack. But as Wallace, as of yet a mystery man to Lotte declared he would be borrowing a ship, the reality of the situation set in and she felt a twinge of hesitation. It was one thing to make a quick stop by Loguetown to see the commotion-- but it was an entirely different affair to run away with a bunch of brute men without even knowing what their destination was-- without them even having a ship in the first place!

But wasn't this the opportunity she'd been secretly seeking this whole time? She'd entertained the idea of being kidnapped-- whisked off onto the ocean into a whirl of adventure. And while she hadn't the faintest idea of who Wallace was, and had for the most part completely ignored Tunnak for the fact that he was a fishman and therefore below her acknowledgement, she knew Vance at least would not leave her to her own devices to die on the open sea.

"Ah!!" She suddenly exclaimed after a moment of silence, all her previous thoughts of uncharacteristic rationality and logic flying out of her head when her golden eyes caught sight of Bass-- her hand pointing up at the sky like a child as she waved the arm in Wallace's grip, "Vance, look! It's the thing from before!"

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Kuzo and Bass - Loguetown



Bass blinked and gulped at the sigh, "T-That!? Uh... but that's a Marine vessel!" Bass stammered out, "You honestly think we have enough manpower to storm that ship? I mean, we do have a lot of people now, but still! Most of us will end up riddled with bullet holes! Kuzo, please tell me you're joking, that you're going to burst into laughter then point to a smaller one and say you're just kidding and that you enjoyed the look on my face!"

Kuzo grinned in response, looking below as Marines split up pursuing Morgan, Zoe and Leon, while another group trailed the two of them through the sky, firing shots at them to try and bring them down. "We can do it," He replied calmly to Bass. He kept his grin on his face, trying to reassure his new crewmate that it could be done. Kuzo know it would be tough, but he also knew the best things in life weren't those that came easy. "It's got our names written on that thing, I know it."

He nodded, looking over the ship in the distance as they began to make their way closer and closer to it. He patted Bass on his back to reassure him some more. "It might be tough, but that's what'll makes it fun."

Bass sighed as he weaved in the air to avoid the bullets, "Fine then, if I die though, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life." With that Bass pulled in his arms and began to speed down to the boat like a bullet. "Hold on. I'll try and get you somewhere close to the boat and then you have to get off. I'll need to start picking off the Marines off there, so work to keep them occupied!"

"Fair enough!" Kuzo replied, still keeping a grin on his face as he held onto his bandanna on his head with an arm as Bass dived in. The Marines in the area around the pier seemed to be plenty, which meant meant getting around and untying the boat, and getting on it for that matter, would be tough. He looked around, confirming that there were about four or five ropes tying the ship to the harbor, as well as the anchor. He quickly relayed to Bass just as he was about to jump off into the sea of Marines.

"Bass, there's about twenty ropes attaching the ship to the harbor. We need to get all of them off before we can set sail. I'll distract them, you get to work on that," He said, just as he let go of the bat-human and descended. His light form made him go down rather slowly, before he suddenly morphed in mid-air as he called out, "Tank Mode!" This altered him into the bulky form he had before, slamming fast onto the ground and gaining the attention of the Marines around. The shockwave knocked a few of them to the ground, while others lost their balance and also fell. The ones further out managed to hang on and point their weapons at Kuzo.

In particular, he saw a young woman among the Marines, around his age with dark blue-green hair, a brown-shirt and pants combo with a Marine coat over that, though apparently it appeared to be customly tailored to a darker color she designed. One look from her and he could tell she must have been in charge around here.

"Kiba said some pirates would be coming," She said calmly but firmly, in a voice much louder and sharper than her size fit. "But I don't recognize you," He commented, twisting her head in hopes that that would help jog her memory. "I am Ingela Hasey, Lieutenant of the Marines and second-in-command to Kiba's platoon. I am 22 years old, having been invited into the Marines four years ago, by my father, who is Logan Hasey, a Vice Admiral. I have been assigned to Kiba two and a half months ago, after showing exemplary work in the line of...."

Ingela continued to talk for quite a while, sharing more and more about her to the point that it was both comical and unnecessary to Kuzo, who stayed there surrounded by the Marines as he hoped Bass was already working on prepping the ship.

"Ma'am!" One of the soldiers said finally, interrupting her. "You're talking too much again!"

"Eh?" She looking at the Marine, then back at Kuzo. "So I have. I guess I was in the moment. It must be because as a child, my father was away a lot, and I only got to speak with him very little when he was with me, so I would save everything I had to say and say it to him once I saw him for that short time, thus making our time togeth-"

"Ma'am!" The Marine soldier spoke up again, reminding her she was going on another long speech."

"Ah, right," She said, looking at Kuzo. "Your group has been causing quite a mess around Loguetown. We're taking you all in."

Kuzo smiled at Ingela. "Sorry, can't let you do that," He said, continuing to distract the Marines as they prepared to fire at Kuzo. He hoped Bass was making progress.

"We're not giving you a choice." She responded.

Bass meanwhile flew about, letting his claws snap the ropes quite easily although every so often he found himself caught with a rope or two that had multiple knots in it. He glanced down at Kuzo's predicament and frowned. Being surrounded was no good and it seemed that someone was talking very loudly and not giving any breath to pause. Sheesh, he was being given a lecture down there and Bass kind of felt guilty about it. Kuzo didn't have to be talked down to in such a way, but that was life he supposed. He just hoped he didn't meet anyone that would talk for so long himself.

Finally he got to the last rope and snapped it apart, "Hey! You guys might want to look up every once in a while!" He shouted down as he quickly began to fly up into the sky. He glanced down and narrowed his eyes, he knew where to go. He pulled his wings into his body and flew down like a bullet and in the blink of an eye grabbed a marine and let him go quickly afterwards, his speed combined with lifting the marine off helped to send him off the side of the dock.

The Marines instantly turned to see the bat creature had be floating around, and took one of the Marines off of the dock. The others began spraying both of them with bullets. Kuzo instantly reacting, charging forward and hitting his large fists into Marines and knocking them off the side of the dock to the water, while blocking any other bullets that came at his body with his massively sized arms, which had the bullets bounce off of them with little damage done to them. They would need to take off the rest of the Marines in the pier until others arrive, and they would be able to leave on the ship. But with Ingela Hasey and a rather large group of Marines present, it wouldn't be easy.

Kuzo hit through a few Marines, knocking them to the side before realizing he would probably not be able to take them all on. Making a small path through them, he began to have them chase him, leading them a bit away from the ship so that the others would be able to get on more smoothly.
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Reaper K. Leon, Wright D. Morgan and Zane Zoe - Streets of Lougetown



Leon roared as more marines gathered around him "I'll show you the consequence for locking me up!" He was now running off of adrenaline and willpower. His shadow danced around him, protecting him from bullets. Eventually the marines learned they couldn't just shoot at him, and retrieved chains and ropes to supress him. A chain managed to wrap itself around his arm, but he easily yanked it from the holder and used it as a weapon. He managed to kill or disable at least twenty marines before being chained down again. "Once I get out of these chains I'll kill every single marine on this island!" He roared. Any marine that got close was attacked by his shadow, and the only thing they could do was restrain the monstrous demon in hopes he would tire out.

“How did I get stuck with the jailhouse duo?” Zoe muttered under her breath to nobody in particular. Just as she was about to go flying off behind Kuzo, she saw that burly white haired fellow go under quite the assault. It was impressive, his skill in battle and manipulating what seemed to be his shadow left her in awe. His pure destructive power was like an uncaged animal that was finally cornered and ready to pounce. She could kind of sympathize with that in a way. That feeling of strength and rage you get when on the edge. Would they be okay on their own? Morgan certainly seemed capable, if abrasive on first blush. He had an air about him, a confidence. Was it a show, or did he actually feel that way? It was impossible for her to tell and it made her…unnerved.

Deciding it best to stick close with them for the time being, she did so more out of curiosity than smarts. In the back of her mind, she reasoned that she could always fly away and leave them if anything fishy started going on anyway. Running forward, leaving Morgan behind by a short step, she jumped, transformed and tackled a marine to the ground, her weight crushing him, but bite to the neck putting him down for good. Normally, Zoe wouldn’t ever want to kill anyone so lightly, but these marines weren’t playing and they wouldn’t hesitate to take her down in return.

“Leave us alone!” She snarled and whipped at them with her tail, a few losing their grips on weapons and chains. Stealing a second to glance at Morgan, she wondered if he would help with their battle or take this chance to sneak away and back out on his deal. If he did sneak off, she swore that he would wish for prison again.

Yet when she turned around, all she saw was fire and in the beating heart of it was Morgan. Marines attempted to surround the pirate, yet a ring of flame kept them away. A simple tactic really, but Morgan enjoyed simplicity when it came to strategy. Complexities were unnecessary. He leapt through the flames and charged one marine with a flaming fist, knocking the marine into a nearby building. A marine attempted a sneak attack with a sword, but Morgan dodged the attack and slugged the marine with another fire fist sending him into another building. The others seemed a bit unnerved, if only because Morgan took of two of their friends so easily. Morgan just taunted them: "Want my advice? Take me all at once." He said it with his signature smirk. One that he wished stained his wanted poster. The remaining Marines all charged forward and Morgan stood his ground, hands at his side, as if he didn't particularly care what they were going to do. It was fearless. No. Reckless.

BOOM.

A snapping of fingers echoed throughout the street. But what was seen. What was smelt. What was felt. That was an explosion. Fire filled the street and dust the air as the wave of marines that pursued Morgan and Zoe turned to a field of bodies, with their drowning groans and burnt skin filling the air with the putrid sights of a plague. Morgan skipped through the streets to make his way back to Zoe, when a single marine struggled to pick himself up to face Morgan.

"Die, you pirate scum!" he yelled as he fired his pistol. Morgan had no time to dodge or react. The bullet went straight throw Morgan's head. His face dissipated. It was gone. Until flames recollected themselves and put his features back together.

"Do your homework. I am the Burning King. I am fire," Morgan said before grabbed the gun of the marine, and set his body aflame, leaving him alive enough to tell the tale. Morgan turned back to Zoe, smiled and then launched a fireball at her. However, the attack whizzed by her and took out the marine that was about to sneak attack the white dragon. "Don't let my hottness distract you, babe," he said with a wink.

That heart of flame….pulsating, dancing about in a gorgeous ballet of destruction. Zoe had never seen such a thing. All this came from one man? That towering inferno that sent men running and scorched the earth like armageddon itself. It was horrific and yet artistic. Everything was so controlled and precise, bending to the fire wielder’s will. What kind of demon was he? He was shot in the head, or so it seemed and he still lived.

As he finished, Zoe flinched away from the flame he shot at her before realizing it was meant to protect her, she found herself actually about to thank the man before catching herself. He than began to tease her and insinuate that she had been watching him for reasons wholly unrelated.

“D-don’t call me babe,” she barked at him, her face flushing at the use of such a pronoun. “I ain’t your damn babe!” Turning away and shrinking back down again, her hands clenching and flexing as she gripped her rapier in its sheath. It was an old habit of hers, something she did when agitated or flustered. “Besides, it seems you’re the one who’s all hot under the collar.”

"That's what they all say...babe," Morgan said with a chuckle, as he nudged her on the shoulder playfully. "Now then, what do you say about helping our friend Leon down there?"

Leon's head throbbed with all of the fire based puns. He roared infuriated, "These puns are making me burn with anger!" and upon realizing his own pun, he lashed out at marines near him, breaking free of his remaining chains and lashing out at them with scythe and linked metal. With the two of them in the air, he could not attack them, so he attacked the next best thing. Everyone on the street. Him and his shadow roared, causing an echo that could be heard for a mile. He slew numerous marines with his scythe, while his shadow merely knocked them unconscious. He killed with frightening efficiency, he was all over the field, switching places with his shadow constantly. Him and his shadow seemed to dance a feral dance that brought fear into the soldiers. Some ran from the flames, others ran from the reaper. Regardless of their reason, there was no doubt that two demons were on the field. When he had run out of marines, he became more angry and started using his shadow to destroy the walls of close buildings. He eventually calmed down after the entire street looked like a victim of a fire and a rampaging elephant. He calmed himself with deep breaths and called his shadow back. "Lets get to the ship." He growled through his teeth, breathing heavily, "Before more marines arrive and I lose my mind." A marine crawling away was kicked hard in the stomache, knocking him out cold, and receiving an audible and low roar from Leon.

“I, uh, think he’s got it covered down there…” Zoe whispered to Morgan, inching subconsciously ever closer to him as if he was a human shield. Between the frightening hulk of a man with anger issues and the flippant man of fire, she figured the human torch was a safer bet. That pained her to admit, as she didn’t much care for Morgan and his flirtatious ways, but she also didn’t much like the thought of getting caught up into Leon’s murderous rampage. Something about that white haired demon said he would grab her scaly hide and skin her for boots. Not a thought she particularly enjoyed entertaining.

After Leon seemed to calm down, he mentioned offhand about getting to the ship and doing so before he lost his mind. Zoe found that last point particularly funny and had to bite her tongue so as not to mention that it looked like he already had. “Uhm, sure Mr. Scary Shadow man. We can go find the boat now. Zoe friend to Leon. Leon no hurt Zoe. Please? Maybe Leon hurt Morgan instead?” She turned and winked at the young man, a teasing smile on her mouth. “There you go…babe.”

Before he could answer, she left the two men behind, her casual, and relaxed stroll down the wrecked street an odd match for the surroundings. She could have ran and she could have flown, but she didn’t want to be tired for what may be ahead. Besides, it wasn’t too far to the docks now. Based on the battle and screams she could hear nearby, she knew exactly which ship to go to.

Down along the path Zoe now walked, another Marine chose to make his appearance known. Commander Youra looked around at the destruction that the three pirates had caused. It was a mess, with Marine soldiers lying around everywhere, and buildings being set ablaze or broken apart. He gritted his teeth as he faced them. He may have been proud, but he was also not foolish. Against devil fruit users, he had to be prepared, and thankfully, he was.

"The White Haired Demon and the Burning King both in the same crew," He began, pointing toward them a sword which was dripping water from its tip. On his back, he had attached a barrel as well, filled to the end with seawater. "And I bet you're also with Skellen and the others from the plaza. All one crew, right under our noses and we didn't know at all about it!"

Youra grinned and gripped his sword tightly. "This is my chance to take you all down and outclass that fool Kiba! I'll bring you in and all of the rewards will go to me!"

Youra ran forward, surprisingly being more agile that his appearance led on. The dangers of his water-dripped weapon meant that against the three Devil Fruit users, he had an advantage, including the Logia-wielding Morgan, who could be hurt by the sword. He struck his blade forward, attempting to impale the girl pirate closest to him.

The blade glided over the girl as Morgan dove forward, tackling her out of the way and they rolled against the ground. In most of these cases, he would say something out of order. A continuning reminder that Morgan rarely follows social norms. However with Youra hounding over them with a water dripped sword, he spared them the moment. "You alright?" Morgan asked to Zoe as he picked himself up. He didn't particularly care for the answer, because he knew deep down that she was fine. She was tough. Fiery enough (he was an authority on such matters). It just felt appropriate to ask.

Zoe only nodded, jumping back up to her feet. She might have mumbled a thanks, but it was so low that Morgan might not have heard it. In the back of her mind, she knew that she owed him a proper thanks, but she couldn’t swallow it, not now anyway. Transforming and standing to Morgan’s side, she gave a furious roar that seemed to shake the sky. They had to hurry and end this. She didn't know this guy and what his problem was, but he was in her way. The ship was waiting.

"Commander Youra. Up to your old tricks again, I see," Morgan said, as if talking to an old friend. "I gotta admit, the sword is a nice trick. Kiba teach ya that one?" Morgan parted his feet and took a basic fighting stance, taking Youra a bit more seriously than the others. "But let's see if you can even put that to good use." Morgan emitted flames from his body, making the ground precarious to walk. Anything to make Youra's approach that much more dangerous, all before daring him to attack. He could probably just annihalte him where he stood with an attack. But where was the fun in that?

"Bah, Kiba!" He growled his name. "The fool doesn't know any new tricks! He just keeps his old secrets. Frankly I'm surprised you even know he's here. If you do, then you know how hopeless escape is!" Youra acted quickly, shaking his body wildly by jumping up and down, thereby dumping the water forward along the path where the fire lit up, giving him a path toward Morgan. He struck his sword forward a few more times in an impaling motion, trying to harm the fire manipulator. Suddenly, Leon approached him.

Leon tapped the handle of his scythe on the ground as loud as he could. His shadow appeared next to him and took it from him. Leon unsheethed his katana and stood calmly. He looked at his target and pointed his sword at him. His shadow dashed forward at a frieghtening speed, stopping just a few feet behind the new enemy.Leon swung his sword and switched places with his shadow. Leon dismissed his shadow and growled, "I will kill you without my shadow." He swung his katana down six times with a speed that could rival a gunshot. Each time was blocked, but the force weakened his oppenent greatly. Leon broke his guard with a different swing and kicked him toward Morgan.

Youra tried to hold up his guard at the giant man, but he was much more stronger even than his size showed, and he eventually was pounded through by his sword swings. But as he was kicked to Morgan, he grabbed the barrel of water on his back, and attempted to dump it on the three of them. Youra then yelled loudly in the air. "RAAAAAAAGH!" He swung his sword wildly, trying to cut the three of them in pieces, hoping the water he tried to dump on them was successful in giving him the advantage. "You're just an obstacle to my climb up the ladder!"

Morgan stepped back from the wild sword swings and released another ring of fire, this time surrounding the commander. The flames were blazing hot, as if Lougetown suddenly became a harsh desert. The sudden wave of heat caused a cloud of steam to rise up from the ground. The water from the ground, sword and barrel to slowly evaporate. Morgan walked through the flames as the steam grew ever thicker. "Looks like the ladder is broken," Morgan said with a smile. Youra's face was pale with a small degree of fear as the fire man approached the marine. Youra charged forward with a sword swing, but Morgan dodged the attack and slugged the man with a fire fist. Then Morgan, grabbed the marine by the collar before launching him out of the fire circle with a focused blast of fire. Youra crashed to the ground, mere inches away from the dragon.

Zoe looked down at the man, he looked so small from her serpentine vantage point. For a split second, she thought about eating him, right there on the spot. She had never done that before, never even considered it. In the back of her mind, she knew it was wrong but the compulsion was still there. Besides, she had a suspicion that he wouldn’t agree much with her stomach.

“You should have left me alone,” she hissed at him, her head stooping lower to look at him in the eye. “It seems you know the others. I must say, I’m quite insulted.” Zoe let loose a belly laugh, a sound quite frightening in her current form. “My name is Zane Zoe, and I am a pirate.”

With a vociferous roar, she caused the winds to shake and pressure to drop rapidly in the man’s ears. Blood began to slowly trickle out, pooling on the cobbled ground below. “Remember me.” She whispered menacingly, himself probably unable to hear her words anyway. Picking him up in her jaws, and with a mighty twist of her head, she sent him soaring into the heart of the town. She cared not if he lived or died. If he died, then he was no longer an issue. If he lived, she had a feeling he would indeed remember her quite clearly. That would only help to spread her eventual fame.

Transforming down once more, she looked at the others with a satisfied and almost innocent look. “Well, looks like he had to fly.”

Leon watched the man fly away and roared angrily, "I wanted to kill him!" he growled. Leon paced around the burning town, kicking down parts of building that were weak but still held up. He contemplated attacking the dragon girl, but knew that it was no point. He called his shadow back and took his scythe back and sheathed his sword. He mumbled some angered words that would've been incomprehensible to listeners. As he walked toward the two kids he growled, "I'm going to the docks."

"We're going to the docks," Morgan said to Leon. "After all, we are all part of Kuzo's crew." He shrugged, as if he wasn't buying the words himself. "Just a question of what ship is actually his. Our wonderful captain neglected to tell us what his ship looked like. Unless you know...milady," Morgan finished, rolling his eyes over to Zoe.

“Just follow the sounds of violence,” she answered him with an eye roll of her own as she walked away from him.

"Good enough for me." Leon growled following her.
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Kiba, Skellen, Mason, Rosa - Loguetown



Skellen watched with a look of confusion and interest as the batman and the nut job on the execution platform above him were joined by yet a third bizarre arrival - a girl (she looked young enough to still be a girl to Skellen anyway) who seemed to have eaten a Zoan fruit that allowed her to turn into a dragon. Well, that's a new one. There's a whole circus up there now. That's great. It does not however help me with all the marines that are about to show up.

Sure enough, within a few moments of Skellen thinking just that, a large number of marines began to pour into the plaza, spreading through the crowd. "Get the Taipan!" he heard one of the men shout as well as something more about a crew.

"Crew? Those guys?" Skellen asked, gesturing to the group above who were now looking down at the marines. His queries however were not met with much of a response, rather all hell broke loose. Several of the marines broke off from the group in front of Skellen, chasing after another pirate they seemed to have noticed in the crowd. The trio on the platform also hurriedly fled in a similar direction, drawing some of the ever-growing group marines with them. Leaving Skellen alone to deal with the small army now filling the plaza, aiming muskets at him. "Do you still think they're my crew? I mean seriously, who just abandons a guy like that?" Skellen said irritably to the group of marines before him before shouting after the batman and the others "Seriously batman! Excellent rescue mission you jackass!"

Right... marines.

As the hail of musket ammunition streaked towards Skellen he swiveled to be behind one of the thick wooden supports of the execution platform, feeling it shake as lead projectiles hammered into the wood. Not waiting a second longer, Skellen sprinted out from behind the support, running into the crowd of onlookers in the opposite direction to the way the trio had gone. Running full pelt through the crowd Skellen pondered his next course of action as much as he could whilst he ran. I have to get off of the island, fast. I need their ship, there will be prisoners on it so I'll have people who can help me man it... I'm definitely stealing that ship.

Skellen slid to a halt in the middle of the wide street, the crowd having quickly dispersed at the appearance of such a large group of marines, finding himself surrounded by several men in the marine uniform who had come from the other direction. Skellen narrowed his eyes, looking carefully at the marines around him. His grin replaced with a malevolent smirk.

Twenty... I don't know if I'll be able to handle twenty. But I'm taking as many down with me as I can.

In a single movement Skellen whirled around, four thin razors finding their way into his hand from within his coat, and launching them at the marines behind him. He then dropped to the ground as several of the marines now behind him fired at him intinctively, the projectiles flying over his head in the same direction the razors had flown. Those who had been cut by Skellen's blades may have laughed at the small cuts inflicted at first, but within seconds they had fallen to the ground unable to move. Several other marines on that side fell to the ground also, taken out by friendly fire. Skellen wasn't waiting for the marines left to regroup, he rolled forward coming to his feet directly in front of the larger group of marines - a knife ending up in his right hand. Skellen quickly slashed the closest marine, leaving only a small wound before dashing to the next as the group tried to rush him - only making his job easier.

Skellen dived out of the way of a clump of the marines, cutting another as he did so, and as he returned to his feet looked at them - pure loathing emenating from his features.
"He barely even cut any of us! People call this guy dangerous?" one of the marines shouted, rallying his companions to rush Skellen again. "You people really are as stupid as you look. Remember what happened to the first four guys who only got small cuts off of me? They didn't name me after one of the worlds most poisonous snakes for no reason." At the end of Skellen's statement the screams started. One by one the marines Skellen had slashed with the knife began to drop to the ground, rolling around in agony and screaming at the top of their lungs. Five marines were left standing now, looking at Skellen with the same look of hatred he gave them. Five left... I've actually got this. I'm going to have fun with these five. Skellen grinned at the remaining marines, a sadistic smile across his face.

A bullet flew by Skellen's face. It was close enough for Skellen to feel the air be cut beside his face, though far enough to leave him unscathed. "That was a warning shot," said another that marine came out from behind the other five, parting the group in two groups. "Test my patience and the next one will be far more painful." He was clearly the officer in charge, as the marines around him gave him plenty of the room to approach Skellen. He was pale with narrow eyes tucked behind a mass of wavy black hair, holding a pistol in one hand, as he fixed his tailored uniform in the other. He had an air of authority around him, as well as one of intensity. He was not a man to be tested; that much was clear. "So you are the one called "The Taipan" aren't you Mr. Skeletor? I should of known Orca and his men wouldn't be able to capture you. A marine is only as competent as his commanding officer," the man said as he looked all the bodies of the marines left in Skellen's wake. He was clearly implying that the marines under the orders of Youra were lacking the desired skills to be an effective marine. "I am Commodore Zakiru Kiba. But you will know me as the marine that captured you." Kiba aimed the gun at Skellen, as if he was removing any sense of choice from the situation.

Skellen watched with contempt as the new arrival spoke to him. He held an air of authority about him - the kind of authority that would inspire fear in most, but only disdain in The Taipan. Skellen didn't flinch as Kiba aimed the gun directly at him. "Tell me, Mr. Commodore" he said to the wavy-haired man threatening him, his voice calm and cold, all traces of his earlier jubilant behaviour long gone "did they tell you what it is I do? I make it my business to see to it authoritarian trash such as yourself ends up in the dump where you belong. I have not once been in the hands of a marine and I don't intend to be any time soon. So if you plan on taking me in - I suggest you give up. If you plan on killing me, I wish you luck."

"I can clearly see what you do. It is no different than any other pirate that I've seen. In fact, compared to dozens of other pirates I have fought, captured and killed it is rather mundane. Disappointing even," Kiba said, holding his gun in a slightly more relaxed manner. "However, it is not going to change the fact you will be stopped. One way or another. And do not think for a second that you are special, boy. I've heard countless pirates pose the same threat. Needless to say, they had to expand Impel Down because of me."

"Threat? I'm not making any threats. I'm simply stating a fact, I have gotten very good at getting rid of lunatics like yourself. I don't care how many pirates you have put away, you're going to have to do far better than that to impress me. So, how about you show me just how tough you are and pull the trigger?" Skellen stared at the Commodore through his narrowed, snake-like eyes, calculating his next move carefully. "Make your move big man. I dare you."

Kiba's face twisted in frustration at Skellen, keeping his gun raised. He wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger and be done with it. To watch the pirate collaspe to the ground in a pool of his own blood. To hear the cheers from his comrades. To feel the pride he could take in taking down another pirate. But...but. He flipped the gun, grabbing it by the barrel and clubbed Skellen in the face, before delivering a left hook, knocking the pirate to the ground. "I have orders to take you in. And that is what I will do. How conscious you are for your arrest is entirley up to you," Kiba said as he loomed over Skellen.

Skellen glared up at Kiba from the ground, his head and body throbbing. So now the fun begins... Skellen smiled at the Commodore:"I promise that you will be enirely concious right up until you die" with that he threw another of his poison-soaked razors upwards, intenionally missing the man (since he could have easily dodged it anyway) but throwing him off balance. Using this to his advantage he shot his leg out, whipping it around in a crescent and sweeping the marine's legs out from under him. Saying to him in that infuriatingly calm, mocking voice as he climbed to his feet: "You might want to dodge the razor blade that's falling back towards you."

Kiba dropped to the ground, but quickly rebounded and picked himself up propelling himself to his feet. The razor blade was dodged easily enough, Kiba not entertaining the idea of playing with Skellen. He always took his mission seriously, and no pirate was to be trifled with. Especially one with a bounty. "You shouldn't telegraph your moves. That is if you expect to escape from this," Kiba said with a smirk. "I heard the rumors about you, Skeletor. You specialize in poison. So don't think for a second that your usual bag of tricks are going to work." Kiba flipped the gun back to its regular grip, firing another warning shot. However, like Skellen's razor toss it was nothing more than a distraction, he leapt forward to deliever a quick combination strike, a left jab to the face, a knee to the gut, with the finishing toss to the side. "You are outmatched, so just give it up" Kiba said, aiming the gun at Skellen's head.

For a time, Skellen simply knelt there with the gun at his head. Various pains throbbing through his body, but that did not mean he was ready to go down just yet.
"Funny, you all have a tendency to say that right before you get stabbed with something."
Although this is a somewhat different method to what I would normally do...
In one motion Skellen drove the needle he was grasping in his right hand into the Commodore's leg and dove to the side out of the way of the inevitable gun shot - it was a risky move that could have got him killed but he figured it was probably worth the risk.
"See you in hell" Skellen sneered at Kiba as he rolled to his feet and sprinted down an alley - he may have been outgunned and outfought but he had no intention of being outsmarted. He had just stabbed Kiba with a needle full not of poison, but with a rather fast acting anesthetic that would numb the Commodore's limbs and make him feel rather drowsy.

Knowing that he would still have the Commodore after him for a while, Skellen climbed to the roof of a building, deciding that making a half-sedated man run an obstacle course would be a good way to watch said man fall to his death.
Even better... this is the way to the boat.

Rosa had finally picked out the perfect outfit. It had taken her quite a while to finally decide on the right combination of bows and girliness, she parted with her father's hard-earned money and skipped gleefully out of the boutique.

Prior to reaching the Executioner's Platform, Mason made it a point to avoid any and all trouble. It was a matter of focus rather than a matter of morals; if he were to divert his attention to something else, he wouldn't have been able to find the pirate he was looking for. After leaving the bar, he decided to head to the platform as it seemed to be a point where pirates were meeting in memorium and honor of the late great. That was what Mason assumed at least. They could have had ulterior motives, just as he did, but why they were there didn't really matter to him, it didn't change his goal.

Skellen glanced behind him as he leapt from roof to roof only to see four marines - he assumed the other had stayed to eye on the Commodore - clambering after him. This is beginning to become irritating... It was then that he saw her. A fairly young girl, dressed in very feminine attire, alone in the street unaware of the chase approaching her.
Sorry for this... Skellen jumped from the top of a lower roof, landing by the girls side. He then quickly pulled her too him so she was facing the marines and placed a scalpel to her throat.

Rosa winced at the scratch of the metal blade, unsure of exactly what she had stumbled in to. Staring down at the hand, the only part of the assailant she could see, at her throat she let out a quiet, mouse like shriek.

"Okay you guys back off or she ends up like the guy in the bar!" He called to the marines, who were now dropping to ground in front of them, as they did so he decided he would whisper in her ear though "Don't worry, I don't plan on actually slitting your throat so long as you play along."

The words offered little comfort to Rosa, she shuffled backwards towards the man, trying to show compliance without any sudden movements. The marines around them dropped back further, hesitant to attack with what appeared to be a child in the way. Just play along, Rosa told herself, eyes wide in fear.

Mason, who was heading towards the platform, heard the voice of an assailant. "...A hostage situation?" Mason said to himself. He was curious indeed, and while he was trying to avoid pretty much any trouble that he could, playing the hero certainly wouldn't put him on the marine's bad side, so his search wouldn't be impeded. Or maybe it would, as he knew that the marines were a sleazy bunch. Regardless, he had time to spare and frustration to take out, so he headed in the direction of the assailant.

It didn't take long for Mason to arrive. The assailant had his back to Mason and the marine officers and mooks watched him warily. He seemed to be holding a girl who, from what Mason could tell, didn't seem to be a pirate. No, she looked like a commoner, and she seemed scared out of her wit. It wouldn't have been right for him to do nothing, August always said that being a bystander was no good, especially in situations where there were no visible downsides. Quietly, Mason unhooked his scabbard from his side and watched Skellen carefully, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Then, in the blink of an eye, he leapt forward, swinging his scabbard at Skellen's head as one would motion for decapatation with a sword.

Skellen had been paying little attention to anyone other than the marines until he noticed someone inching towards him, it wasn't until the man took a swing at Skellen's head with a scabbard that he recognised him as a threat though. He barely ducked under the attack in time, losing his grip of the girl in the process.
"I had no intention of actually killing her you idiot!" he raged at the man - whom appeared to be a pirate - and giving him a malicious glare "now I'm probably going to have to run from them again!" he continued to yell, gesturing at the marines who were looking at the scene with confusion but slowly beginning to inch forward.

Rosa stumbled free, still caught in the middle of the madness. Suddenly the protection of the strange man didn't seem too bad - the marines around them were slowly closing in, they seemed intent on bringing in the gangly man. The new attacker, a swordslength away from Rosa, was equally intimidating. There was no direction to run in, no cover to hide behind, Rosa had no choice but to stand her ground in the middle of the battleground. The marines had a violent reputation, but pirates weren't much better.

Pirates... have ships. The penny dropped. A spark of genius. This man would be her ticket out of Logue Town.

Mason glanced at the other pirate without saying a word. The girl was free, and as such, Mason no longer had anything against her assailant. He ignored the man's words and looked at the marines. They seemed to be inching closer, no less weary of him than they were of the other pirate. A pirate was a pirate, after all; to a marine, they might as well have had the bounty of 1 million berries. He considered running while he had the chance...but the other pirate didn't really leave him any reason to abandon him. On the other hand, it wasn't really any of Mason's business.

Mason gave the man his attention and said, "You have a ship, I take it. Let's retreat to it." He glanced at the girl, who seemed to be stuck with them. "We'll take the girl that you roped into this with us." As he said this, he knelt down and gestured to Rosa. "Get on." Rosa complied less hesitantly than expected and clasped onto his shoulders.

Skellen found himself thinking of the Grand Justice... the boat was easily going to outrun and out manouver regular marine ships and he knew exactly where to find it.
"Uh... yeah... I have a ship." Kind of he said to his strange attacker, who now seemed intent of aiding them.
At least now I won't have to find much more in the way of help...
Throwing one of his many toxic razors towards the group of marines, who were now moving forward with far more confidence and trying to flank the rag-tag group and not even bothering to see if it hit (he doubted it would it was mostly just to throw them off for a second), Skellen turned and starting sprinting towards the Dock.
"I strongly recommend hurrying" he called back to his newfound companions.

Mason briefly looked in the direction of the razors before taking heed of Skellen's suggestion. Without taking the time to confirm whether Rosa was ready, he darted off in the same direction as the pirate. Guess I'll find my guy after all, he thought to himself. Mason didn't know exactly where to go, so he had to keep his eye square on Skellen and assume that the marines weren't catching up.

Skellen, with the large angry-looking pirate and the unnamed girl soon found themselves on the docks - which had the benefit of having boats all over the place and the downside of being crawling with marines. Skellen looked at his companions, a smirk across his face as he reached into his satchel and produced several more razors from within.
"You wanted to know which is mine?" he asked rhetorically before gesturing at the heavily guarded Grand Justice "It's that one, it just doesn't know it yet, and it is in need of liberating from the marines so I hope you're ready to fight for it." Skellen glanced at the collumbs of smoke coming from the other direction
"-and judging by that a lot more trouble is on the way so I suggest we hurry."

With that last statement Skellen rushed towards the boat, slashing any marine he came across and hurting the blades he carried at those that were too far off.
I am taking that boat.
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Vance, Lotte, Kuzo and... basicly everyone - "The Grand Escape"



"Follow da noise, and you'll hit sumthin' special, I always say! Hoorarararara!" Wallace laughed while running from the Marines still chasing them. One glance back was enough motivation for him to speed up his running. A scanning forward even in his inebriated state showed a harbor in the near distance, but a lot of activity happening around it. However, his vision didn't account for that, and only saw what he wanted to see: a ship ripe for the taking!

"Les all go thataway!" He shouted, pointing toward the opening that led to the portion of the docks where the Grand Justice was parked. Wallace wore a dumb, drunk grin on his face that seemed glued to his face, picking up his speed and the others followed suit. He was laughing the entire way to the docks, even as they were close enough to see and hear the gunfire going on there. He didn't seem to bother with it, or didn't notice it.

"Uhm, is anyone else noticing that it sounds like someone -else- is trying to get a hold of the ship we're trying to steal?" Vance commented over his panting breath, not even daring to look behind him during their wild sprint through the town.

Wallace laughed in response, though shook his head slightly as his eyes blurred for a moment. "Aww, nuts. Looks like I'm soberin' up a bit..." He mumbled, trying to shake off the pain in his head to continue moving forward. "Well, les get it before they do!"

The group of Vance, Lotte, Tunnak and Wallace came in through the left side of the clearing, seeing the Marines surrounding another individual with a blue bandanna who was holding off multiple Marines. Another set of people entered in front another side, heading from the direction of the plaza, and a third group of pirates came from the direction of the prison. All were converging on this one location, and the Marines didn't know what to do about all of them at once. Some were recognized instantly by their bounties.

"It's the "Taipan"! Bridges L. Skellen!" One of the Marines shouted, spotting the pirate with the group from the execution grounds.

"And Reaper Leon too!" Another Marine yelled at the sight of the large white-haired pirate with the other group. "He's with the 'Burning King'!"

"They're all together! They must be one pirate crew! Fire on all of them!"

Vance's neck hurt from his head spinning around to see all of the rather famous pirates that he'd seen wanted posters of back home, but as the marines decided that they were all part of the same crew, his eyes widened. "... All of them? Wait, that includes me!" Realizing he probably wasn't going to convince the marines that he and Lotte weren't part of this group, the only option right now, was to board the ship, pirates or no pirates, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Lotte stuck close, even going as far as to grabbing her wrist to make sure she didn't get left behind or grabbed by a marine on their way forwards.

Stunned, Tunnak stopped in his tracks as he saw the uncomfortably large group of marines that were gathered close to the huge ship. His fear turned into annoyance as he spotted a minor group that was partially sorrounded by the law enforcers, and at the sight of one pirate in particular. That blue bandana was an unmistakable sign of trouble - that much he had learned in the past half hour. Unbe-flippin'-lievable...

Kuzo nodded at the group from the prison, but was surprised to see many other pirates around as well, some of which were people he didn't see before at all (though he did spot the fishman from before among one of the groups). He didn't mind. The more people, the more adventure they'd run into! "That's our cue!" He checked with Bass, ensuring that all of the ropes had been cut, the anchor was taken out, and the sails were rigged. The ship was ready to go. "Everyone to the Grand Justice. We're moving out!" He yelled, grinning as he bent his knees and transformed into his smaller, lighter form, jumping out of the crowd of Marines and onto the side of the ship. The Marines began to point their guns towards the ship as the group started to come on.

As everyone seemed to be making a run for the Grand Justice, Tunnak clenched his scaly hands into fists and took a deep breath. It's probably my best chance to just follow along and hope that we're in such numbers that we overwhelm them - maybe we'll make it? he thought to himself has he kept up to the others, careful not to cause too much attention, which he figured wouldn't be too much of a problem with infamous characters of such caliber also present at the scene. He looked from Lotte to Vance and back again and a worried expression found its way to his face. They're just... kids.

"Hold fire on the ship!" Lieutenant Hasey commanded. "We don't want to damage it. Draw swords and attempt to board! Excessive force is authorized!" The Marines charged onwards, with Kuzo transforming his body to the larger "Tank" form and knocking off anyone that tried to get on, blocking the swords with his arms, which hardly penetrated his skin. In fact, more than once the swords broken upon impact.

When the others began to move forward, Wallace stopped just before getting on, suddenly snapping to realization on something. He smashed a fist into his open palm as his memory recollected something.

"Ah, that's right! I just remembered. I do have my own ship! I'll go to it now, you guys take care!" He yelled, waving an arm. Surprisingly, his speech wasn't as slurred as it was moments before, suggesting his drunked state was finally wearing off.

As Vance and Lotte made their way onto the ship, he spun around to her, brows furrowed, looking rather serious for at least a moment. "I'm sorry for forcing this choice on you, but we don't really have any other options. Keep your head down, I'll try and get us out of here." With that, he spun around, pulling his arms back before throwing them forwards, ropes shooting out of his sleeves, wrapping around the rail of the upper deck, easily and quickly pulling himself into the air, the ropes retracting at the peak of his jump, landing on the wooden boards again.

Eyes flitting back and forth, Lotte wasn't quite sure how to feel-- fearful or excited? It was a completely different experience, being on the stage and in the action rather than watching from the outside in. It had always been easy to be indifferent to struggles like this but now...! She perked up hearing Vance's observation that he was 'forcing the decision' on her as now she had quite the legitimate excuse to be here-- to be setting off, though the ragtag group did set her ill at ease. If the decision was being forced on her, wasn't that the same as kidnapping? "Okay," She replied with a nod, "Don't worry about protecting me or anything for now! I'll manage!"

Easy for her to say! He thought as he shouted "I'll take the wheel, keep the marines off of us!" to the others as he ran over to grab the wheel, spinning it to the side to make the ship turn from the harbor.

Slowly, the ship started to set sail, moving away from the harbor. A few other Marines tried jumping aboard while it moved and fell into the ocean, much to the delight of Kuzo.

There was no time to think this through. Marines were swarming their position and Wallace - regardless of how little help he could have provided in a straight up fight - had left them. And so Tunnak sighed deeply, and almost launched from his stand and sprintet towards the water nearby. Having only to bash a few unfortunate protesters out of the way to clear his passage, Tunnak leapt into the water, for the first time in almost a decade feeling the soothing sensation of the ocean upon his skin before quickly disappearing into the deep blue.

"Horsley!" A voice from the crowd bellowed, as marines parted out of the way. Kiba slowly made his way to her position near the edge of the docks, limping due to Skellen's earlier attack. Beads of sweat ran down his face indicating the strain his body suffered, yet despite that his voice still boomed: "Previous orders to protect the Grand Justice have expired! Attack with everything we have!"

"Heeey there, Kiba! Look what I got! It's a nice ship, isn't it?" Morgan yelled back as the ship slowly left port, tossing a fire ball up and down in his right hand, ready to toss it at anyone who dared attack the ship. He perched himself on the edge of the ship, taunting the commodore as Morgan always does. Morgan would do anything to annoy Kiba further, especially considering Morgan lost his ship to the commodore's men earlier. Morgan couldn't really afford not to, as not only did he finally get a ship back, but it was the ship that Kiba was undoubtedly was ordered to protected

Kiba's face twisted in anger at this realization, as if his mind was in sync with Morgan's. He unholstered his signature gun from his belt. It was a large black revolver pistol, unoriginally named the "Handcannon" due to Kiba's tendency to forget even simple names. "Left E. Morrison," Kiba growled under his breath, before calming himself down as much as he could "Your pirating days are coming to an end." With those simple words, Kiba fired the Handcannon directly at the taunting Morgan. The gun echoed with a huge boom, as Kiba slid back ever so slightly. The Handcannon was aptly named for that reason as the gun carried enough firepower to tear apart most men.

"You should know better than anyone that bulle- aaarrghh" Morgan roared in pain as the bullet dug into Morgan's shoulder, knocking him back to the ship deck with a loud thump. Morgan rolled around in anguish on the ground, as blood trinkled down to the floor. Morgan clamped his hand on the shoulder, before taking a glimpse at the wound. "B-b-blood..." Morgan said with a whisper. It was the first time he saw it in along time.

"Bring the ship down," Kiba simply said to the marines. "I've had enough of them."

"Eeep!" Lotte crouched down, covering her head with her hands as bullets and cannon balls singed by-- she'd never been hit by anything of the sort, and she wasn't keen on starting today. Dodging down the stairs from the steering wheel, she ducked past a door, shutting it securely behind her and letting out a sigh of relief when the sounds of battle became muffled.

"Aye, sir!" Lieutenant Hasey snapped. She rose her hand as she ordered the cannons on the harbor to be brought forward. The Marines all lined up across the coastline in preparation for the firing. Cannonballs were placed into the guns and all of the Marines loaded their weapons.

"Fire at will," Kiba commanded, and the entire Marines platoon at the docks unloaded their weapons and cannons toward the Grand Justice.

From underneath the surface, already a considerable distance from the harbor and the fighting, the sound of the cannons' fire shook the ocean around Tunnak as they began their assault. His swim came to a halt as a jolt of conscience struck him. He shook his head dismissively. No.. no, I'm out, I'm free, they're pirates, they chose this, I did not choose this. It's not my... problem. A sigh escaped him in form of a few bubbles forming at his gills. He watched them as they rushed towards the surface above, quickly followed by the fishman himself.

"They're shooting their own ship now?!" Vance cried out as a cannonball splashed into the water right by them, making him quickly spin the wheel around to try and have the swift ship dodge the incoming fire, but despite his quick reaction, one cannonball came straight towards the side of the ship at high speed.

A seven feet tall figure breached the surface and shot upwards in a pillar of water, slightly spinning as it did. As Tunnak reached the altitude he had aimed for, he stared at a tiny black dot in the distance, quickly growing in size as it moved directly towards him. Here goes nothing!! He then twisted his body so that he would spin around his own axis, being careful about timing the stunt just perfectly. "Sharkskin Tail-Block!!" he exclaimed loudly, using the momentum from the spinning to swing his strong tail at the incoming projectile. The tail then graced the cannonball on the side with enough force to make it divert from its original path by diverting the energy behind. Instead of wrecking havoc on the ship, the cannonball pierced the ocean surface a mere five feet from the ship. Tunnak dropped into the water aswell, exhausted from the manouver.

Moments later he reappered on the rail of the ship after having made a climb onboard. He looked at the others with a tired expression painted on his toothy face before collapsing onto the deck, his back and legs covered in blood from his tail that had been ripped open from the improvised collision with the force meant to destroy ships. This'll... never end... well.


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The impressive technique by the Fishman Tunnak managed to block a few of the incoming shots, but the rest soared by, only narrowly missing the ship while others were blocked by the people on board. Kiba was quick to announce

But the shots, the guns and cannonballs fired at the Marine ship, never reached them. A loud, slicing sound was heard from the edge of the docks, screeching across the ears of the Marine soldiers, as well as Hasey and Kiba. This was followed by a visible cut stretching across the entire line of the positioned Marines on the ship. It felt like a whisp of a tornado passing by for just a moment, and leaving behind a deadly amount of damage, for just as it passed each of them, it cut cleanly through their guns, their cannons, and the entire side of the dock, causing a few of the Marines positioned right on the edge to fall in. Bewildered faces took possession of the Marine faces, and it wasn't until a voice spoke that they figured out who had caused this great disturbance.

"A new age is just at our doorstep," A voice began to say, the source of which came from the far end of the docks, at the end of the Marine line of fire. An enormous cut extended from the man with the sword all across the dock, clearly showing he was the source of the monstrous feet of strength. It came from the drunk following one of the groups, Wallace. He examined his sword closely, before wiping away a bit of wood remnants that managed to form on it from slicing through part of the harbor. "Alexander Sivers ensured it's dawning, but it was actually Fleet Admiral Kanaru who initiated it by defeating the King Pirates.

Now, you Marines want to try to prevent what you started. But the age of opportunity is inevitable!" Wallace grinned, pointing to the ship now in the distance. "They are apart of the new age! They'll help shape the world for years to come! I can't let you stop that, or them."

"Eh? Who do you think you're talking to?!" A Marine soldier shouted angrily at the man, clearly intimidated by his swordmanship, but not enough to keep quiet. Knowing the reputation of Zakiru Kiba closeby certainly helped in his confidence. "We're the Marines! We'll stop any pirate who gets in our way, including you!"

The Marine began taking out his sword, and approaching forward, but he was held back Lieutenant Hasey, who eyed the man intently. Two other Marine soldiers also held the man back. "Barringer Wallace," She said his name out loud. "What are you doing in these waters?" She asked, though from her tone it more seemed like a demand.

"Payin' my respects to an old friend," He replied, looking back through the town at the direction of the Execution Platform.

"And you're purposefully interfering with our capture of pirates, Warlord?" She was clearly displeased with the very presence of the man. Some of the Marines shot up in attention at the mention of a Warlord.

"Yah can't think too harshly on the actions of a dumb drunk, lass. Hooorararararararara!" He laughed loudly. The Marine who had previously tried to go after Wallace visibly went pale, as did many of the other Marines present.

Most would have easily recognized just the name Barringer Wallace, for it had become famous and synonymous with piracy. Yet when combined with the identity that this man was a Warlord, a powerful pirate turned privateer allied with the World Government, a very clear picture was painted of the man's identity.

Barringer Wallace, known by the epithet of the "Wandering Whirlwind" and one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, was perhaps one of the most famous and well-known pirates now that the King Pirates were gone, for many reasons. He was once a former ally of the Kings before he was invited to join the Shichibukai/Warlords. He is one of the most senior member of the Warlords in terms of tenure. Yet the main reason he is so famous now is for a feat he had obtained even while the King Pirates reigned.

He is undoubtedly and unquestionably, the strongest swordsman in the world!
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Skellen wasn't sure how it happened, but in the chaos he found himself sucked into a strange pirate crew of sorts. There was screams, bullets, a guy that looks like a fish and more noise than he ever wanted to hear again.

At the hail of cannon fire he had thrown himself to the deck, but now he was climbing to his feet again and taking stock of the situation.
Fire Guy and the fishman are both injured it seems... because of that Kiba guy. I don't have any obligation to help them... but it is because of the fish that we aren't floating in the water right now and I'd suggest that having allies right now is a good thing in general.

Skellen walked over to where the fishman was lying unconscious, blood pooling around him from the wound on his tail - he would have moved faster but he was still somewhat weary of his fellow pirates.
"Here, let me handle it" he said, sighing rather audibly as he knelt by Tunnak (not that he knew his name yet). Reaching into his satchel he pulled out a clean scalpel and began to use it to scrape the wound clean of any debris and dead tissue.
"I'm just guessing fishmen bodies respond the same way as pretty much everything else's" he said to nobody in particular as he proceeded to disinfect the wound with a chemical and rap it in bandages "alright, he's pretty much done but can someone move him below deck and rest him lying on his stomach? I don't want him laying on his tail."

From there he got up and made his way to the pirate who had been juggling a fireball.
"Try not to cry, I'm about to pull a bullet out of you." Which is precisely what he did, using a fresh scalpel he dug into the wound, expanding it slightly and eventually digging the Commodore's projectile form it letting it fall to the ground.
"It seems like you are as friendly with the Commodore as I am" he decided to continue chatting mindlessly whilst he worked, now tightly wrapping the wound "so I think we'll get along just fine."

Skellen stepped back from the Burning King and surveyed the people around him.
Most of them seem like they could be quite useful... I think I definitely want some of them as allies anyway. I owe Kiba a very miserable and drawn-out death and they will be helpful in making that happen.
"So yeah, that's my party trick. I'm Skellen, the Taipan, and I'll either fix you or poison you depending on whether I like you or not" he said grinning at what appeared to be his new crew... although it seemed like the guy with the bandanna was running the show.
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Kuzo sighed in relief, clenching his fists together and reverting back to his normal form as the bullets and cannons stopped firing, the cause of which was due to some commotion on the docks. He wasn't sure what had caused the firing to cease, and he didn't really care. The important thing was, he had succeeded in finding a crew, finding a ship, and beginning his adventure to the Grand Line.

Of course, he had no idea who half of the people on board were, and judging by the faces of the people on board, most would be slow to trust each other. It was his job, he felt, to try to bring them all together. Whether they knew it already or not, they had just joined his crew. Kuzo looked at the faces of all of the gathered people, smiling cheerfully at all of them, but not saying much beyond that. He watched in silence as the one who introduced himself as Skellen worked on fixing up Morgan and the Fishman.

Then, with Loguetown far enough in the background, he decided to take in his environment for the first time. Walking to the side of the ship, Kuzo looked out at the vast sea, the creamy currents splashing across the side of the boat as they sailed through, the familiar smell of the sea that he had come to love, the light breeze which cause his hair and bandanna just right to give him a calming sensation. He closed his eyes and took it all in for a moment.

"It's a great day to go out to sea," He said as he inhaled the smell of the sea once more, before calmly breathing it out. He opened his eyes, ready now to get to work. Walking past the others spread out around the deck of the ship, Kuzo approached the mast of the ship, looking all the way to the top of it to see a Marine flag prominently displayed. "First things first," He said as he bent his knees next to the mast, and inhaled a sharp breath.

"Lightning Mode!" He cried, his body reacting to his words and shrinking his frame, his size, and his overall body to a smaller, nimbler one. He stood upright for only a moment before he bent his knees again and jumped off the deck of the ship, his lighter frame carrying him all the way to the top of the Grand Justice. He touched down on the crow's nest at the top, and looked just above him to see the flag of the World Government. Reaching out, he teared the flag off the the mast, holding it in his arms for a moment as the wind began to flutter it, then released it as it was carried off into the ocean by the breeze. Kuzo followed the direction of the flag until the wind carried it into the water, and soon it was out of sight. He nodded in satisfaction, but also looked below at the sails.

"We'll have to replace those too," He muttered to himself. He then leaped over the crow's nest and made his way back down to the deck, where he touched down lightly. As he extended his arms outward and clenched his fists, once more reverting to his normal form. Looking around once more across the ship, he once again nodded, satisfied with the vessel he had chosen for their voyage. "We'll have to give it a name too," Kuzo said again, before finally looking around back at the others on the ship. He nodded to them, and continued.

"But we'll get to that later," He grinned, his eyes traveling back to each of them, mostly to the new people he had never seen, but also to the ones he had spoken to before. "You don't know me, and I don't know most of you...yet. But as of right now, we're all a crew under this ship."

Kuzo crossed his arms. "I believe all of us were meant to meet in Loguetown, and travel together. Join me to the Grand Line, and we'll find adventures you couldn't think of in your wildest imaginations!"

In the back of his mind, Kuzo revisited the scene he had witnessed seven days earlier, in the Execution Plaza. It seemed, at this moment, that Sivers spoke through him.

"Fame, treasure, land, freedom, One Piece." He counted off, his tone brimming with excitement as he himself looked forward to the possibilities. "Every dream realized, every goal achieved, every grand adventure embarked upon started off no different than where we are right now."

"My name's Tristan D. Kuzo," He grinned, pointing to himself with his thumb in a clenched fist. "Join me on our great adventure!"
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Zoe hardly had time to keep track of the events that led to her standing on the deck of one of the Marine’s finest new ships. There was fighting, screaming, cursing and that was only in regards to herself. Cannonballs were fired at them in their grand escape and people were shot and wounded. It was all so fast paced and hectic. It felt like, well, it felt like a pirate’s life. Zoe had a stupid grin from ear to ear plastered on her face. This was her life now, and she couldn’t have been happier.

“Jabbers!” She shouted out to nobody in particular. The landmass behind them slowly growing farther and farther away. In all this hurry, she forgot about her precious parrot back home, still in his cage. Slowly pulling out the package of crackers she still had in her pocket, she tried her best to hold back the tears. He’s going to think I forgot about him… She rolled the crackers in-between her palms and played with the packaging absentmindedly. In a fit of anger she threw them overboard, landing with a little bloop as it hit the water. The only thing she could do would be to write one of her friends to ship him to their next port of call, wherever that may be. She had a good feeling that one of them would pop by and take care of him in her absence, but that didn't make her feel much better now.

Morgan slowly began to bleed out on the deck, that was what finally took her attention away from her thoughts of Jabbers. She didn’t much care for the man one way or the other, but she didn’t want him to die either. In fact, tied with Leon, he was the one she had spent the most time with on the entire boat so far. There was a sense of helplessness about her though, she knew nothing of medicine after all. Thankfully, a rather odd and skinny man began to go around and administer care to the large fishman she had chased down earlier and Morgan.

With a sigh of relief, she stepped back and caught her breath. It wouldn’t do to have somebody die on them after just setting out. The medicine man introduced himself as Skellen to everybody, Kuzo quickly following suit, but Zoe didn’t feel much like introductions. Morgan seemed like he was going to be okay and everybody appeared to be just kind of loitering on deck, probably coming down off the adrenaline high of fighting. She herself could have used some rest, but she needed unwinding time first.

“I’m, uh, going to go find the galley,” she spoke up suddenly, not giving her name to anybody. “I’m sure everybody is hungry. And I know cooking helps me unwind…” Venturing nothing more, she disappeared below deck, sunlight providing illumination through tiny portholes. They weren’t even out to sea proper and she found herself wholly unaccustomed to sea legs. In fact, this was the first time she had been on a boat that wasn’t docked. She had to hold onto the wall as she made her way through the hallway. With an unfamiliar layout, she struggled to find what she was looking for.

Eventually, after several wrong turns and incorrect doors, she found the kitchen. A small smile came over her as she stepped in and rummaged around the stores. The ship was well stocked, she had to give the marines that. Then again, they were probably expecting many more onboard than the current crew represented.

Pulling out some foodstuffs and getting to work chopping veggies and trying to get the stove lit. Morgan’s fire abilities would have come in great help in the kitchen, she mused amusingly. But, he had a wound to tend to and she finally managed to get it just right on her own. It was kind of funny, she hadn’t cooked properly in a long time. Especially not for a group. Not since the sisterhood anyway.

She was making a comfort food dish that was her favorite in the monastery. A strong lemon zest dish with aromatic aromas that filled the air. Just the smell of it brought back memories, both good and bad.

After getting everything all set up and on simmer, she sat on one of the counters, her back to the wall staring at the kitchen door. Tucking her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms tightly around them, she thought back to Loguetown, to home. As exciting as all this was, she had never left home. All her life she was practically alone, yet she never felt more alone now. “Jabbers…”
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If it hadn’t been for the fishman that popped out of the water just in time to stop the cannonball from crashing into the ship, they would all be sinking to the bottom of the ocean right now. Now, as all of the noises of the city were left behind them, Vance sighed deeply, raising a hand to rub it across his face. I can’t believe we made it… I can’t believe I did what I did. He looked over the wheel again, spotting a lever next to it, raising his brows in surprise as he stepped over and pulled it. This locked the wheel in place, causing the ship to continue sailing forwards without turning this way or that. “Huh, pretty lucky there was one of these things on board. Guess it’s no surprise, what with it being a brand new ship and the pride of Loguetown.”

With the course set straight away from Loguetown in no particular direction, he stepped over to the rail looking down to the deck of the ship. He wasn’t all that elevated and the ship itself was still fairly small, but it still felt odd, standing there, looking down at some of the people he had seen on his father’s wanted posters. The Burning King, The Taipan, The White-Haired Demon… or Reaper, whatever they tended to call him where you heard of him. Vance shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, taking in the scent of the sea, feeling the boat softly rocking beneath him. For a moment, he’d forgotten everything that had happened and was just happy to be sailing again. Despite his rough upbringing, the sailing part of his father’s planned future for him, was definitely also something he was looking forward to.

He then looked up as he heard a ripping, his brows raising as he saw the guy with the bandana from the platform ripping off the marine flag and tossing it to the winds before jumping down onto the deck again. Vance listened, as did most of the others, to his speech, his brows lifting and his eyes widening slightly as he took in the words of the man who was, apparently, taking charge of the ship.

Adventure… Vance thought, feeling some kind of flutter in his chest, reminded of his dream to see every inch of the world and the wonders it held. Maybe it –was- fate that they had all been brought together, and even if there was a lot of people here who had been condemned by the marines, Vance wasn’t really in a position where he trusted them too much. Plus, this Kuzo was a pirate, but he didn’t seem to have his mind on pillaging and stealing, he only seemed to want adventure, and… well, to find this “One Piece” the Pirate King had talked about.

After a moment’s pause, Vance raised a hand slightly, clearing his throat while looking rather nervous. “Uhm… I’m Vance. Hayden Vance. And… I’d like to join up with you, Kuzo.” Despite his nervousness, he couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling in his chest, the blue horizon suddenly seeming that much more open to him.

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Having heard even the muffled sounds of battle die away as the ship swayed underneath her, cutting through the sea and setting off towards the unknown, Lotte had taken the opportunity to crack open the door and peer out from behind, taking in the sight of the crew she'd suddenly been thrown into. The first to introduce himself was the slender man- a doctor, it seemed, though he didn't seem like a very honest one. And why did he help that fishman? How strange, she mused to herself, having never seen anyone help the few fishman in her town. They were rarities to begin with, and it was custom to avoid them. They were so strange, and unsettling! Then again, that had never been quite what bothered Lotte- what bothered her was how angry and irritable they all were! Absolutely no fun. She could handle unsettling and strange- but she was too busy to spend time with boring people!

Then came the man with the bandanna-- ah, captain? She blinked and wondered how they'd automatically gotten to decide who would be captain. If she'd had any experience sailing, she would've liked trying to be captain! It seemed fun, but-- perhaps everyone could just naturally tell that he had the most experience? She wondered if this was another commoner thing, to simply go by instinct on who was strongest rather than who had the highest social rank. Either way, she couldn't quite pull off her kidnappee role if she was captain, now could she? Squaring away with that fact, she nodded to herself at his introduction and self-proclaimed captain-ness.

Next, another girl-- who didn't seem inclined to introduce herself, though Lotte was quite looking forward to it. She disappeared into another door as the young platinum blonde quietly stepped out from her hiding place.

Glancing at Vance as he introduced himself-- for what was the second time to her-- she clasped her hands behind her back in hesitation before making a mock salute. It was clear she'd never done anything of the sort, as her salute was far too vertical to account for much more than a stiff wave to a normal person's eye, "And I'm Lotte!" Her eyes glazed over the injured fishman before she pointed to the door in which the other girl had disappeared, "I don't really get it," She referred to Kuzo's heart moving speech and patching up the fishman, "But okay! Bye!" Scuttling across, she too vanished, looking for the kitchen and opening every door on the way there. She didn't bother to close them behind her nor used any sort of logic to deduct that a kitchen was probably not right beside a bedroom.

After some time however, her nose picked up the familiar scent of lemon, and following the trail Lotte soon found herself in front of the swinging doors. But the girl she'd followed here didn't look too chipper at all, in Lotte's opinion. Putting on a friendly smile, she waved delicately, "It smells good!" Holding the door to keep it from swinging violently behind her, she neatly folded her skirt underneath her as she sat a seat or two away on a barstool. For a moment she said nothing, merely tilting her head, as golden eyes searched the girl before her. It wasn't long though, before Lotte came to the only valid conclusion available to her narrow minded world in response to someone curled up in the fetal position on a counter top, "... Seasick?"
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Arching an eyebrow as the golden eyed girl strolled into the kitchen, Zoe watched her curiously as she came and sat down at a nearby barstool. In the grand scheme of things, that was a far more sensible seat than her own. It kind of made her giggle when she realized how she must have looked, all curled up on the counter like a cat. What was this girl doing on a pirate ship? She thought to herself. Her clothing and posture didn’t scream criminal or swindler at all. In fact, with the way she tucked her skirt beneath her as she sat, she seemed to have good manners trained into her from somebody. Something Zoe obviously lacked. The two couldn’t have been more opposite on first glance if they tried.

Putting on her happy face once more, her world famous facade that betrayed nothing to strangers, she only smiled and dismissed the idea of seasickness. “Nah,” she spoke up cheerfully, her legs sliding off the counter and dropping her down to the floor with a plop. “I’m not seasick, just not quite used to my sea-legs,” she lied. Running a hand through her hair, she turned to the stove, her back to the girl. Picking up the pan, she flipped the stir-fried veggies into the air and caught them before placing them back down on the heat. She giggled at the scene, quite happy that she could still do that even while being rusty.

“Name’s Zane Zoe. But please, call me Zoe.” Introducing herself and turning back to the young lady, she had a hard time reading anything about her. Walking over and giving a mock salute, she plopped down on a nearby chair unceremoniously, propping a booted leg up on the table in a most unladylike fashion.

Leaning back and placing her hands behind her head as a sort of pseudo-headrest, she grinned and started to whistle an old pirate tune she picked up back in Loguetown from the guys who would pass through. She could still remember the night she first heard it, she made quite the killing in cards that evening. Fighting the urge to laugh at the memory, she looked over and smiled once more.

“So, you got a name?” She asked her gruffly. “No offense, but you don’t look like the pirate type necessarily.”
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Why am I here?

The blue skies were dotted by a few white puffy clouds, yet the sea of blue in the sky mesmerized Morgan as he lost himself in the storm of his thoughts. Maybe it was the pool of blood that he found himself swimming in. Maybe it was whatever Kiba shot him with. Maybe it was the fact that no matter what he could not find the strength to move.

Seriously, what am I doing here? I don’t belong on this ship. With these people. Remember the last time you were out on the sea with other people?

No, that rationale was far too simple. Even if Morgan loved the wonders of simplicity, nothing was ever that simple. It was the fact that it was first time he felt vulnerable in so long. He took a breath, practically laughing on how right he was. Physically, he felt crippled. Helpless even as he lied there unable to move. And he was too prideful to ask for help. Though…was it pride? Was it something deeper? Did Morgan not want to feel like he owed any of these people anything? Did Morgan want to save face as “the loner without a cause”? Did he simply not want to get close to them? To make friends? To be with this crew? Would he rather die? All these questions ate at him as he felt gravity drive the bullet deeper into his shoulder.

"Try not to cry, I'm about to pull a bullet out of you,” some stranger said to him as they approached. Morgan would respond with something like “Yeah, right. Like I’d cry” but the words escaped him. The bullet took away any sense of wit or sarcasm. The man pulled out a fresh scalpel before he dug into the wound. Morgan winced in pain, but endured before he heard the bullet fall to the ground.
"It seems like you are as friendly with the Commodore as I am" the stranger said as he chatted mindlessly, now tightly wrapping the wound with a bandage "so I think we'll get along just fine."

“Yeah, right…” Morgan found himself muttering. “I guess so.” The man introduced to the others as Skellen, “The Taipan” and Morgan could only assume that he was going to be Kuzo’s doctor. Great for him, but Morgan was more entranced by the bullet that rolled on the deck with the waves of the ocean. Morgan tenderly grasped the bullet, feeling ever so weak to its touch. “Sea stone…” Morgan mumbled, keeping one ear open to listen to Kuzo and the others speak amongst themselves, passing around invitations and introductions. Kiba. You tricky little bastard. Despite the weakness in his body as he clutched the sea stone, Morgan made a fist before putting the bullet in his jacket pocket, a friendly reminder of his wound.

Morgan forced himself to stand, still feeling the weakness of his endeavor with the bullet. His steeps were short and sluggish, but eventually he regained his composure as he stepped to join the rest of the crowd. He know had faces to put to the most of the names, but Morgan honestly had little concern for the bulk of the people on the deck. He recognized a few from the break out, but there were a bunch of strangers as well. Stranglers. That is what Kuzo’s crew had become. Nothing more than stranglers and outcasts. How did he honestly expect to get anywhere with them? Morgan was usually one to look on the bright side, but then again…what was the point in worrying about them? If luck would have it, Kuzo’s crew would bond quickly and they will help him succeed. If Morgan was to pass any advice to Kuzo, that would be it.

“Wright D. Morgan,” he finally said. “Though most of you probably know me by my other name.” Morgan made his way to the mast of the ship and climbed up to the crow’s nest. He stood next to Kuzo for a brief moment, locking in eye contact.

“Just remember our deal…Captain,” Morgan said before he sat down in the crow’s nest, making himself comfortable as he took in the salty air.
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As the ship set sail it really dawned on Bass just how many people were here. Back at the prison it hadn't seemed like many to be frank. There had been the dragon girl, Morgan, that big hulking monster who Bass was sure would kill them all... just because he could, Kuzo... and that had been it. He hadn't realized that Kuzo had already arranged for others to come aboard... but that had been a stupid thought. Of course Kuzo already had a crew or at least had arranged for others to help them in the taking of this ship! I mean... it wasn't as if he just arranged this all at the last second hoping to God that he would get who he needed... right?

Well... maybe not. Kuzo himself went on about how they were fated to meet in Lougetown and Bass felt sweat start to form among his fur. He... he had no plan before. All of what had happened... all of what had transpired just a few minutes ago... was on the spot. It just 'happened' to fall into place. Any of them could have died at any moment! Bass felt his stomach squirm a bit and in truth he felt like throwing up... yet, he also felt something strange. A rush if you will. A rush of excitement that drowned out the weak feeling in his stomach.

He watched as the two girls went down deck and everyone began to introduce themselves. They were looking for food now and as Morgan went up to the crow's nest Bass' sensitive ears picked up their conversation. Deal? What deal had the two taken up? Apparently they didn't know of how strong his ears were. Well, he wasn't one to tell others of private matters so he would stay silent on that. He wasn't sure if he should let Kuzo know, but depending on whatever this deal was about it could either lead to good things... or bad things. What kinds of deals did pirates make? He didn't know, he never had pirate experience!

Bass wrapped himself up in his own wings and hung his head, his thumb hooks rubbing against each other nervously, "Uh... I'm Bass. Eh... I'll find somewhere to rest." He said quickly as he glanced up at the Crow's nest and flew up. Instead of sitting in it however. he let his clawed feet grip onto the wood and he hung from it, sighing in relief once he got into the very relaxing position. He closed his wings tightly and placed his face inside their embrace to block out the sun as best as he could... and then he began to snore.
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I followed onto the ship and collapsed, completely immobile during the entire escape. There wasn't much I could do anyways, I wasn't any sort of ranged fighter. When we got a safe distance from the island I summoned my shadow and used him as a support. The captain gave a speech that had no effect on me. I already knew what I had to do. I noticed the girl Zoe go off, and soon after smelled food. "Lets go." I said tiredly to the shadow. It nodded and there may have been a smile if his mouth was visible. I didn't feel the need to introduce myself. I was felt a pang in my chest when I looked at the faces as I passed wearily by them, almost all of them were kids. Pirates of their own free will.

I followed my nose through the ship, coming across the room where we could dine. I fixed myself a large helping and sat on a bar stool as far from the two girls as possible. I sat alone and silently, eating with manners that I had ever since I was a child. It was one of the few things I could still have the moral ground. "You don't look like the pirate type." The girl Zoe said. I immediately thought to myself, I wasn't the pirate type when I was kid. The thought made me angry, and I almost lost my temper. I thought about something that would make me calm, Leona should be a few years from ten. Thinking about my daughter made me much happier. I hadn't seen her in years, but I loved to imagine that she was growing up well. Probably going to become a successful shopkeeper, far from worrying about a life or death situation.

I began to smile peacefully, but it was gone when I remembered I would never be able to see her again. This time I didn't hold back, and I slammed down on the counter and roared, knocking my empty plate onto the ground. I picked it up and replaced it on the counter and walked out, shadow in tow.

I kept my shadow out as a safety measure for the crew. I had a recent condition where I have been sleepwalking violently. Asleep, I am unable to control my anger and depression, and I often have dreams that control my body. Last time it happened, I accidentally broke a shipmate's arm, and that was simply because his screaming had gotten him the aid of the rest of the crew. It was a dream about that accursed captain.

I made my way down to the cargo hold and leaned against a crate. "Keep the crew safe." I said out loud. The shadow already knew what to do though, and I was just saying it to myself. It didn't take much time for me to fall asleep uncomfortably on the ground, but that was the price I paid.
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As Zoe moved around from the stove, a large man- one of those vicious looking ones lumbered inside, grabbing food and sitting far away. Staring quite unabashedly at the imposing presence that was deliberately avoiding the two girls, Lotte had half a mind to call him over and see if he would react or not. By her guess, he would probably ignore her like most big men like him did-- they usually didn't even notice her, being as petite and insignificant in stature as she was. But in a room like this, there was no way he'd not notice, right? It would be interesting, pestering him and--

She blinked, turning back to Zoe when she'd answered and not quite understanding what sea legs were- but accepting the explanation as the conversation moved on to introductions. She nodded her head in acknowledgement, folding her hands neatly in her lap. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Zoe." Eyes sparkling as she took in the movement of the salute, which she noted so that she could practice it later herself, she then observed this Zoe girl's unceremonious pose. With her legs in the air like that, didn't she worry about being seen as... well.... Lotte supposed with the way the girl was dressed there wasn't much room for any other conclusion anyway.

"Ah, excuse me- my name is Lotte." She wrenched her eyes from Zoe's feet back to her face, "I'm not a pirate, actually- or well, I don't think I am?" Musing for a moment, she retraced the series' of events and nodded in confirmation of her conclusion, "I just followed Vance on board, to avoid the marines. I would get in trouble if they got ahold of me. As of right now, I'd like to say I'm more of a--"

She jumped a little in her seat, when the big oaf of a man suddenly let out a roar and clattered his plate to the ground. A little set out of sorts by his outburst, she stiffened, watching him stomp out like a giant baboon. "...." Face filled with bewilderment and confusion, she suddenly burst out laughing after a few moments of silence had passed. Clapping her hands together and turning back from the door to Zoe, she exclaimed, "He's weird! If he was angry we weren't talking to him, he should've just sat with us in the first place!"
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The calm motion of the waves rocking the ship made for a gentle awakening. Lying face down on a softly swinging hammock below deck, Tunnak's eyes slid open and he had a look around. Due to the considerable amount of blood loss that he had suffered, he had trouble making out much more than the fact that he was currently on a ship. Well, then at least that's settled... He found no comfort in the matter, however, as he hadn't been out to sea since the day nine years ago when he was arrested and brought to Louge Town. Now he was on the run from the law once again, this time in the company of children and pirates... Pirates? The thought alone seemed so abstract that he decided to leave it for now.

A roar of hunger erupted from his stomach. It had been a while since he last saw a decent meal. The food in jail was not exactly a culinary masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination and since his release he had no money to acquire anything more than trash from the bins outside of the restaurants. And... what was that? That smell... Th-that heavenly smell!! Without thinking more into it, Tunnak swung his legs out over the side of the hammock and landed heavily onto the wooden boards underneath it. All did not go entirely as planned, however, as after Tunnak felt the contact between his feet and the floor, he felt like his descent continued somehow. Seconds before slamming his head against the floor, he realises that he can't feel his legs and that they have probably given in to the sudden pressure due to the blood loss.

"What th-!" *bonk* "Auch! - scha!" he exclaimed loudly enough for half of East Blue to hear. He tried to help himself to his feet, but it couldn't be done. I'm so messed up right now... Well, atleast I'm not lying on tai- "ARRGH!" A loosened barrel rolled from a corner of the room and hit the bandaged tail - not enough to reopen the wound, luckily, but still enough to hurt like a b*tch. "Erhm, excuse me...? Anyone?" he called out tryingly, "Could I get a bit of help here?... And possibly something to eat?" Or just the food, whatever..

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Kuzo nodded when Vance introduced himself. He walked up to the man, looking him over up and down before giving him a cheerful smile. He wasn't sure whether he was naturally shy, or if he was only like that among all of the unfamiliar faces, but Kuzo patted him (slightly hard) on the back to reassure him he was among friends.

"Nice to meetya, Vance," Kuzo began, patting him on the back. "You look like you can handle yourself pretty well behind the wheel. Hey, you can be the navigator," He concluded. He then had a sudden thought, turning around the others aboard the top of the ship just as Zoe headed below deck. "Unless, anyone else has any experience with that? No?" He looked around again to confirm, before looking back at Vance and crossing his arms, nodding again and beaming at him. "Alright then, it's decided. You'll be the navigator!"

The others also took this time to introduce themselves (the ones who decided to), including Lotte, while Morgan reminded Kuzo of the agreement they had. Kuzo grinned at him as he began his climb to the crow's nest, and nodded. "I haven't forgotten. Once we hit land." He said to him, watching his climb up. Bass decided to join Morgan in the area, which caused Kuzo's focus to go from the man to the strange creature, whose story he had yet to hear.

He looked off to the front of the ship, the boat gliding along the sea toward the seemingly endless beyond. While he did this, he heard his stomach growl, combined with the crashing of something from the kitchen area where a few of the others had disappeared into. This reminded him that it had been a while since he ate or drank, and he figured the others would probably want to follow suit.

"Well, it'll be a few days (more like a couple hours, but Kuzo wouldn't know better) before we reach Reverse Mountain and get into the Grand Line, so I say we all relax for now and get to know each other. Let's join the others for a bite and a celebratory drink!" He exclaimed, and headed into the doors below. Along the way, the distressed yelp and the cry for help led Kuzo to the fishman who he had met earlier in the execution plaza, and who helped protect the ship from the Marine's assault as they made their escape. Sucking in a deep breath while on the move, Kuzo reverted to his Tank Mode form, which bulked him up enough to be able to pick up the fishman in one swoop, and carry him over to the kitchen area. He tried his best to avoid the tail, though he may have accidentally rubbed on it a few times as he walked there.

"Quite a nasty injury you've got there, fishman," Kuzo said, still unsure what to call him since he never introduced himself earlier. "We'll see if we can get Skellen to patch it up after some grub and a drink."

The two arrived in the kitchen area, and Kuzo (somewhat carelessly) placed Tunnak down on one of the bar stools while he went over to the side of the room, where barrels of drinks were positioned. Still being in his larger appearing 'Tank Mode', he was easily able to lift up one of the barrels and bring it over to the table, positioning it on the edge and knocking out the cap that held the hole in place. After placing it down, and watching the liquid pour out from it and onto the floor, he quickly reverted back to his normal form with a quickly outward stretching of his arm and clenching of his fists. He then grabbed a few mugs and started filling them up to the top and passing them around to those present, and those coming in.

"Interesting people I've picked up," Kuzo said, mostly to himself, but since he had decided to say it out loud, he directed it to those present. "Multiple devil fruit eaters on a single ship," He counted with his fingers to pinpoint exactly the amount. He knew Morgan, Bass, Leon, Zoe, and himself had one, thought he was unsure of any others. "About twelve by my count. Morgan, Bass, Zoe...." He tried counting with his fingers, figuring out where the other numbers came from, before scratching his head and shrugging. "But anyway...it's just surprising to have so many! I mean, a bat, a dragon, a fireman, a shadowman! I think I won the Devil Fruit lottery here." He smiled, grabbed his cup and raised it up to a toast to everyone else, before downing it quickly.

"So..." He began, putting down his cup as he observed the rest of his crew in the kitchen. "What's your stories?"
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Skellen drifted off from the rest of his fellow crewmates once he had seen too it that the fishman had been laid down. He was interested in seeing what the ship had to offer as far as medical facilities since he wasn’t exactly equipped to act as a doctor for the most part – in fact he had already used up all of his bandaging and was through several of his various sharp implements too.
Something tells me I should be sure I have plenty in the way of medicines, bandages and even surgical supplies judging by these guys. At least saving people’s lives will be an interesting change of pace from my usual work.

Skellen passed the rapidly filling galley, he’d head back there later but for the time being he had other things on his mind. Skellen walked easily through the ship, it hadn’t been that long since he had been on one really and he had always had very good balance, so it wasn’t too long before he found what he guessed was the infirmary… that seemed like correct word to him anyway. It was quite small, probably due to the lack of crew needed for the boat but it seemed stocked well enough. Skellen rifled through the cabinets and draws in the room, taking note of what was on board.
Not bad actually… there’s a couple of things I could do with but in general they’re not poorly stocked and I can mix some of these to make stuff. There’s two tables for me to work on patients as well as a desk and all these cabinets… yeah I can definitely work with this. I am definitely going to have to stock up on some things at our next stop though.

Satisfied with what he had found, Skellen headed back up towards the galley, which had become somewhat noisy with the arrival of Kuzo. Skellen walked into the room to observe the two young women from earlier sitting at a table – one looking every bit the pirate and the other looking quite out of place on a stolen boat, the fishman he had just cleaned up slumped on a bar stool and Kuzo standing in his “tank mode” a large barrel over his shoulder as he seemed to attempt to count fingers.
“What’s your stories?” their captain asked.
“I have to admit I want to hear this too” Skellen grinned at the assembled pirates, for even if they weren’t pirates to start with they were all pirates now “but first, what the hell are you doing here and not laying down?” he asked the fishman.
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“Hurk!” Vance exclaimed as Kuzo patted him roughly on the back, quickly putting on a bright smile afterwards. “Right, I’ll be your navigator!” After a moment of Kuzo looking around at everyone, Vance was left blinking in surprise. “… None… none of you know how to navigate a ship… and you’re all pirates?” What’ve I gotten myself into…? Shaking his head, he pushed the dread starting to wash over him away, instead focusing on the bright side. He was with a crew, he was an adventurous pirate now, and they were going to head to the Grand Line! But that meant…

He quickly scanned the deck before smacking his forehead. Oh right, she went inside after the other girl… After watching Kuzo head inside, Vance hurried down the stairs off to the side and moved inside as well. He was met with a hallway, but as soon as he entered it, he heard a lot of voices coming from a nearby open door, although all of the doors were open for some odd reason. As he entered, he saw… well, most of the crew sitting around the ‘bar’ desk kind of thing that blocked off the kitchen to the rest of the galley.

After a brief moment, he spotted Lotte and stepped over behind her, leaving Kuzo and the others to share stories in the meanwhile, raising a hand to tap her shoulder lightly, his voice low as he muttered to her. “Hey Lotte. Uh, can we talk over here?” He asked, nodding his head back towards the corner of the room, away from the others, Skellen and Tunnak drawing attention as the fishman apparently wasn’t allowed out of bed, which was understandable.

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Bridget Rosa - At Sea

"I believe all of us were meant to meet in Loguetown, and travel together. Join me to the Grand Line, and we'll find adventures you couldn't think of in your wildest imaginations!"

Rosa was half listening to her new captain's speech, but the majority of her attention was fixed on the ever-shrinking port of Loguetown. She was finally out at sea, finally part of a crew - but was this all too soon? Rosa doubted herself, she had heard many stories of the Grand Line - it was clear Kuzo was an experienced devil fruit user, his display as they set off was an obvious show of power, skill and dominance. Her power still undeveloped, Rosa knew it was best to keep her ability secret as long as she could - the only risk, a very real threat, was the huge expanse of water that surrounded her if anything went wrong.

The other people on board seemed equally fearsome, there were huge, muscled men and a variety of weapons hitched to their clothing. A few girls, younger than most of the male pirates, were also aboard. Two of the crew, in particular, caught Rosa's eye; both the man who took her hostage and the man who rescued her were among her new crew.

The scenario in town had happened much too fast, within moments she was whisked away - the marines in fast pursuit of the pirate men. There had been heavy cannon fire, bloodied blades and injured fighters. Rosa was glad to have been protected by the men, even if she hadn't really agreed to the current situation.

As Kuzo finished his speech the gathered group scattered around the deck. Rosa, still adrift from the others, kept her distance. Her eyes remained locked on Loguetown until it was fully out of sight.

"I did it, Dad," she whispered to her last glimpse of home.

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Old November 24th, 2013 (10:36 AM). Edited November 24th, 2013 by Perplexity.
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“It’s nice to meet you Lot-“ Zoe was cut off as a hungry barrage of people began to stream in from nowhere. She suddenly began to wonder if she had actually made enough for everybody. Drinks started flowing, food began to be eaten. The scene was nothing less than what she had expected from a group of pirates. It was loud, rowdy and a bit flamboyant. She liked it.

She knew the others, if a bit cursory in detail. Kuzo came and began to poor drinks. Normally, Zoe would have been the first in line to get herself drunk and loud, but she held off for now, realizing she hadn’t eaten yet herself.

“My story,” she mumbled quietly under her breath, her gaze looking off into the distance. Did she want to tell them everything? She hadn’t had genuine closeness with people in a long time. She decided it best not to divulge all her details, keeping it brief on first blush. If there ever came a time somebody needed to know more, she could always fill them in later and maybe in private after coming to trust them. Not that trust was likely to come easily.

With a slight cough to clear her throat, she spoke up again as if telling a fabulous tale. “Let’s see, where does the legend that is Zane Zoe start?” Standing up and gesturing madly, she knew the scene was a bit humorous, but she thought it helped sell it. “I was but a babe, born to two poor, poor parents. Mom left, dad left with me nuns. I left that life of solitude and sanctity to pursue my life of corruption and strife.” She smiled and decided she needed to exaggerate things a bit more if she was going to make an impression.

“I still remember getting my Devil fruit. It was a dark night and I had to single handedly fight off twenty men with nothing but my rapier by my side,” she lied brilliantly. “I found it in a cargo ship, took it, ate it and was this dragon girl ever since. Before joining you lot, I made my living by taking names and kicking butt. Everybody feared my comings and goings. And well, that’s me.” Satisfied that she had weaved a fun, if highly misleading story, she noticed Morgan hadn’t yet popped into the galley. Last she saw him, he was being tended to by that doctor fellow. Was he okay? Not that she really cared. But, she didn’t exactly know what to make of the care this doctor could give. He gave her the willies for some reason.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said in a less showy tone, her normal voice leaking through. “I haven’t eaten yet.” Scooting by everybody and making her way to the food, she made two plates, stuffed forks in her pants and snuck out the door while everybody else was busy introducing themselves. She figured she could nag Lotte for the juicy bits later. Prim though the girl seemed, she like her.

Zoe walked through the ship, figuring the doctor would put Morgan to bed after tending to him. She spied another girl she didn’t know, just hanging around by herself, but decided not to meet then and there. Morgan ended up not being in the ship, but up top in the crows nest. “Kind of an odd place for an injured guy…” She noticed the batman hanging below him, but thought she could see him sleeping. “That makes sense,” she chuckled to herself and transformed, the plates shifting carefully in her scaly hands.

Slowly ascending, taking great care not to spill the food, she flew up to where Morgan was and shape-shifted once more, plopping down next to him still holding the food.

“Hey, dumb@ss,” she teased him mildly, a sarcastic smirk on her face. “You should eat something when you’re hurt. Brought you this.” She gestured with the plate and shoved it into his hands. “Don’t think anything of it. It’s just a thanks for letting me not be a dragon-kabob on that sword.” She looked around and took in the view. “Some spot you have here.” Pulling out the forks, she handed him one. “Think I might have to take it for myself.” Zoe giggled and took a bite of the lemony dish, satisfied with her own work.
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Tunnak - Dinner's Due



They all actually seem kinda friendly. Tunnak thought to himself after Kuzo had given him a helping hand to the kitchen where there seemed to be quite the gathering already. Most of the newly appointed crewmembers already sat down, stuffing their faces to the the point where it was almost hilarious to watch. Nevertheless, Tunnak wanted in on that dinner table. With only a few painful groans and a grateful bow of his head to express his gratitude towards Kuzo he turned and lifted a bowl of white rice and shoved handful upon handful directly into his mouth with his hand.

One of the crewmembers - the dragon girl, he reckoned - stood up and began telling her profound tale of loss and gain and fights beyond Tunanak's comprehension. They seemed... unlikely, to say the least, but who knew? Today had been his first personal encounter with a devil-fruit user and here he was, fleeing from the marine with atleast half a dozen of them. It all seemed so abstract. But it had, however, proved to be an association of the more favorable kind as he was now set out to sea on a decent ship, heading for Grand Line no doubt. This was his shot at returning to where he belonged. Fishman Island. Oh the tales of that glorious haven of his own kin. The thought alone warmed his scaly body.

His stream of thoughts was interrupted. "What the hell are you doing here and not laying down?” a voice asked him. Tunnak looked up and scarcely reckognized the man as the one who had patched him up. "You are..." Tunnak began tryingly "Aren't you the bloke who fixed me up? On the deck? Well, I gotta tell you, that was most appreciated. Never really thought about what I'd do next after having collided with that cannonball. Though I guess I should count myself grateful that there's a skilled doctor here aboard." Usually Tunnak didn't show strangers this much kindness, but the gravity of the fact that he owed his life to this paricular stranger disinclined rudeness towards him. "My name is Tunnak. Or Tunn', if you'd prefer.", he said, loud enough for those present to hear. "Anything but "Fishman", please. I've been called nothing but that for close to 10 years now and honestly, it's not exactly what I consider flattering." He returned to shoveling handfuls of rice between his sharp teeth and down his throat, more swallowing than chewing, not feeling as if he had much more to share.

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The happy go lucky nature of the entire crew was amusing. Their near drunken enthusiasm propagated by Kuzo was undoubtedly further fueled by their utter naivety about pirating. At this point, Morgan was nearly sure that he was the most experienced pirate on the "crew", with only Leon rivaling him. The others looked so green, that Morgan would probably confuse them for grass if he didn’t already know they were people. They didn't know what they had gotten themselves into and he would be surprised if they survived their first tussle with any other crew on the Grand Line. What was interesting was that somehow Kuzo picked up a fishman along the way too. Morgan hadn’t seen too many of those in his time. If he was going to stick around, he would take an interest in him. But that was assuming he wanted to stick around.

And he wasn’t. Kuzo remembered the deal and if there was anything Morgan could tell about the “Captain” of the vessel, it was that he would honor an agreement. Morgan sighed with relief at the moment. It was just a matter of time, hopefully no more than a day, and than he can kiss Kuzo and the rest of them goodbye, leave them on whatever island they dock at and move on. Kuzo was capable enough, so he could find another ship for his crew, assuming they want to stick around with a defeated, pathetic excuse for a pirate. Morgan didn’t know what devil fruit Kuzo ate, but it wasn’t a Logia type. Morgan’s fruit made him untouchable (literally). No one stood a chance against him, except for Kiba and that was only because he outnumbered him with a platoon of Marines and used sea stone. Kuzo couldn’t do that as he would run the risk of affecting himself in the process. And honestly, Morgan didn’t think highly of Kuzo’s intelligence. The man was more brawn than brains. All Morgan had to do was bind his time and wait. In time, everything would work out. He would take the Grand Justice from Kuzo and sail to his heart’s content. Take it the salty air and be free. If life was kind, all his dreams would come true as well. If life wasn't, he would make his dreams happen. He would find a beautiful maiden and court her as she deserves. They would rule the Grand Line with an iron fist, taking down the World Government that has been such a blight to Morgan and then finally they wou-

ZZZZZZZ.

They woul-

ZZZZZZZ.

“Okay, what the hell is th-“

ZZZZZZZ.

Morgan shuffled around in the crow’s nest and got up from his seat, trying to find the source of whatever god forsaken noise disrupted his daydreams. Since nothing could be above him, Morgan peeked down below and scanned the deck for anything. All he saw was another girl on the crew, who stared back at Lougetown. He didn’t notice her earlier, but part of Morgan wished he did. He whistled to himself. “Now she ain’t ba-“

ZZZZZZZZ.

Morgan gritted his teeth and felt a small fire erupt from his shoulders. He continued to scan the ship with an ear to the ground until another wave of noise came. It sounded eerily close and finally Morgan found it…right below him. It was Bass, snoring ever so sweetly. Part of Morgan wanted nothing more than to toss a fireball at him. Or even simply yell at him for disturbing Morgan’s relaxation. But he sighed. “I guess he really is a bat.” Morgan forced himself to remember that Bass was…well a bat. And bats are more active at night. “As long as he doesn’t ruin my sleep, I won’t ruin his.”

Morgan collapsed back into his crow’s nest and stared up at the sky. He tried to relaxation, despite the snoring, by making shapes from the clouds. Well, that one looks like a boat. And that one looks like a dog. I like dogs. Cute ones especially. I want one. Almost as much as I wan-

“Hey, dumb@ss.”

“Now wha…Oh it’s just you,” Morgan said with a weak sigh as Zoe forced herself into his perch. It was a surprise. Dare Morgan say a pleasant one. Of all the people on the ship, Morgan knew Zoe and Leon the best. But since Leon scared him more than entertained him, Zoe would be the more preferable company.

You should eat something when you’re hurt. Brought you this.” She gestured with the plate and shoved it into his hands. “Don’t think anything of it. It’s just a thanks for letting me not be a dragon-kabob on that sword.”

“Uh, thanks…” Morgan forced himself to say with his eyes wide in surprise. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was hungry. So he wasn’t going to refuse the kind gesture.

“Some spot you have here,” She continued pulling out the forks as she handed him one. “Think I might have to take it for myself.” Zoe giggled before taking a bite of the food.

“Well, don’t think twice about taking it,” Morgan fired back, before taking his own bite. The food was lemon-y, which was different from Morgan’s preference for meaty dishes. Though he forced himself to like said dishes burnt, because Morgan “cooks” at high temperatures. “This is my ‘spot.’ Always has been,” he found himself saying. He took another bite. “Not eating with the others? Aren’t they all down in the galley?”
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