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True Artists Never Show-Off; K.
Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 07:00 AM (5,017 Views)
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Just when Fran thought things couldn’t get any worst, the worst came to him. For one, the old witch had successfully brewed up a concoction from a few jars worth of eyeballs, a couple of lizard tails, two slices of grossly preserved entrails, a cup of powered bison horn, a splash of snow bear claws and a hint of peppermint. From the navigator’s standpoint, he felt he was like a lab rat that was drugged and awaited dissection. Or was it a frog? But nonetheless, Fran has seen these so called ‘dissection’ sessions and they never ended well... for the dissectionee. Most of the time, organs that were removed were never really placed back in and if memory served the spiky afro man right, he’ll soon be stuffed with cotton. If he was lucky, he’d end up in one of those wooden trophy planks and get hanged on the front door.

While the hag finished her ‘medical’ brew, her cute little lab assistant carefully prepared a set of acupuncture needles neatly arranged from smallest to the largest on a table. Fran’s eyes almost blew out of their sockets at the sight of the biggest needle; it was roughly six inches long! The pirate then asked himself, was all this torture really worth a set of broken ribs? For an adventured like Fran who would surely see battles in the not so distant future, the obvious answer would be yes, definitely. Fear can overwrite almost anything, which unfortunately included Fran’s logic. He squirmed and thrash throughout the span when the old hag walked from her cauldron to the ‘operating’ table. It was such an unsightly scene for a pirate.

As the black clad woman inched closer together with her traumatizing goo filled, twenty-five inch syringe, Fran almost let out a whimper. When the tip of the syringe’s needle was lowered, Fran began to weep as he recalled the simple things he wanted for life. It wasn’t much, he only wished for a little bit of happiness. A few million beli under his name, a bit of notoriety, a beautiful wife, maybe a couple of cute little children and a small pile of treasure to last one lifetime. Was that too much to ask? Compared to some other guy who dreams of fame and glory through some magma powered ability, it was a very modest dream. But all that would spiral down the drain as Fran felt the syringe prickle his skin.

Surprisingly, the shot felt cool and calming; a complete opposite of what the pirate expected. He also felt wuzzy and relaxed, his face gave a very stupid sigh of relief accompanied by a small drool which oozed his mouth. Stupid enough to make anyone irritated and suddenly get the urge to punch him in the face. Evidently the contents of the syringe were an ‘all-natural’ blend of what seemed to be sedatives. Once the syringe was a quarter empty, and Fran stupefied, the old hag began her work. As she quickly injected goo tipped acupuncture needle on the injured navigator’s ribs. The process lasted for a good twenty minutes.

Fran then began to snap out of his stupefaction a minute after and was surprised to see an odd couple who stood next to his table. He rolled his eyes down and was the elderly woman and her assistant down of the floor, unconscious. Fran then refocused his blurry vision to the peculiar pair. They dressed funny, one was half naked and the other wore spandex. Maybe they were circus fetishist, but what was their business in the clinic? The pirate barely made out the woman’s words as he slipped to and from consciousness due to the laxative. Fran felt a mild bump on his head, obviously it was to render him unconscious, but such a light blow would never work.

Nonetheless, Fran faked it. He laid motionless until the heavy six inch iron cuffs were removed from his torso and limbs. Immediately the pirate jumped off the table and narrowly landed on the floor next to his clothes. With a quick swipe he snatched his belongings and out the door he went. Luckily, Fran was adjacent to the broken down door. As he began to run down the steep alleyway, the drug began to wear off. He smiled while he looked over his shoulder and saw the pair right after him. Fran’s ribs also felt great, not a hint of pain whatsoever. The navigator knew these streets like the back of his hand, and navigating though it was nothing more than child’s play.

“Next stop the smithy.”
Edited by Nary, Feb 19 2010, 09:30 AM.
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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The raising of hands was a sign Clover had witnessed on the streets of Osula many times; where gang crime was so common, simply running across an armed hold up was almost normal. One big thug with a loaded weapon staring down the barrel at the shorter rich people, who would meekly raise their hands, a sign meaning no harm before giving up their valuables. In most cases they were shot anyway. The case of Clover and Allen held some similarities, but was also more abstract. Allen was the taller thug, the sniper grimly noting another individual taller then her; she still needed stilts. And his valuables were simply his life so she couldn't necessarily kill him afterwards. Take it easy? The markswoman was convinced she was, providing he didn't do anything stupid. Quadsong remained unflinching in her grip.

With him sporting the pose of surrender, she was only left with the trouble of rendering him unconscious; maybe she could demand he knock himself out? He would probably try to trick her though, negotiations were certainly complicated.

The dock tapped. Allen wasn't walking. She wasn't walking. Clover glanced to her side, seeking the source and finding it slowly approaching her. She paused; the worker wasn't cleaning the deck he was interfering! He had seen through her deceit with those wonderful soft eyes, she had underestimated his cunning mind which made him only so much more attr-

"A-" Clover stammered. He was touching her. He was touching her intentionally! Their second contact, and it was meaningful! She was stunned by his forwardness. It was a second after that she realised his other arm had moved and now they were practically hand in hand! Even if he was just lowering her weapon...

The contact was too much, Clover's helmet had turned into a cauldron and Allen simply didn't exist any more. It was just her and Galles in the single moment of contact. She dipped her chin to stare at the floor, staring into his eyes would make her swoon surely! Galles had little issue pushing the crossbow down; he could have taken it away and she wouldn't have argued much, her limbs had just gone weak all over. For just a few moments, Clover was completely docile.

He didn't have to pretend! She knew he had already worked out her bounty hunting ways, but then it would also calm the nerves of the other man if he didn't announce her a bounty hunter in public. He was so smart, thinking of everything! The sniper leaned a centimeter closer to the man touching her. But... Allen was the reason for him heading to Loguetown? What did that mean...? Was she not the reason?

She peeked an eye towards Allen. He didn't look particularly attractive, but Galles seemed so happy to see him. What were they talking about now? Another she? What could that possibly mean? The pirate listed off two more names, Fran and Benjie; naturally Clover compared the names to list of bounties she had memorised but found no matches straight away. Fran sounded female, was Galles taken by another? She couldn't... wouldn't let that be the case. She would find a way to off this imposter on their relationship, though in secret so her former-worker would not think bad of her. As for the other two men he knew... they were simply threats to her safety.

She shrugged off the arm holding her shoulder, turning away on her heel and leaving the pair to talk behind her. It was a bitter necessity because she couldn't think straight when the pirate was practically molesting her shoulder; he was rushing it, he needed to understand that she wanted it to be slower, not that...

Clover shook her head. The threats, that was what she wanted to think about. Not stupid Galles and those azure pearls... The sniper shook her head again. Three men. One woman. Two bounties. Sixteen Million so far. Maybe Allen could meet some unfortunate end on the docks before they found the other two, then she could claim that Loguetown was cursed and they would run away together! That would be perfect...

Dock tapping. Foot steps. Clover glanced up from her daydream to spot a small group heading towards them in a frantic manner. They didn't look overly friendly, she suspected they were probably the dock owners. Maybe Allen could meet his unfortunate end to them? Or Galles could charm them into overlooking the scenario! Or she could simply kill them all if he wanted... she would at the slightest order. It didn't matter as long as he wanted it done.

"You should talk to them." She decided, the growling voice being far softer then usual. It didn't need any indicating as to who she meant, the rowdy mob were already starting to shout at the trio.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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It was actually a bit of a relief when the woman's weapon lowered and her attitude changed, Galles associating it with either her trusting his judgment, a very fat chance in Hellfire of course, or simply her biding her time to get a better shot in on both men if they pissed her off. He didn't realize the touch had such an effect on her or her thoughts, the jealousy and associated murderous pessimisms. He just knew she hadn't tried to shoot Allen and Allen himself had calmed down enough to notice Galles and speak to him. Normally, he wouldn't have been so happy to see Allen but with Allen's presence brought the continued option of adventure and sailing, even though Galles got a bit of that on his own. A Pirate Crew was something he'd never really been a part of though and yet had been perhaps one of his few real goals. And who better to join with then four knuckleheads who'd already survived a rather grueling ordeal.

Though, he did grin a bit to himself as he realized Allen still didn't know about his bounty, nor the item he'd acquired on Bijotsu. The damned thing he'd struggled for so long to get and hopped was worth it. Looking to Clover, who seemed distracted, he remained close so he could react if she tried to shoot at someone and he then responded to Allen. "Didn't mean to worry you guys...I just didn't feel like sharing something I found. Sorry to cut you guys out of the loop on it, but I didn't think I'd find another chance at one." he explained, apologetically as could ever be. He didn't seem bothered, though he had no obligation to split treasure with them at all. Yet anyway. "So Fran and Benjamin are still around? Fran honestly didn't seem like the type of man to stick around, but I guess I was wrong. Benjamin too...So you three started that Pirate Crew, right?" he asked, looking over to Clover once more. He was confident she wouldn't snap now and let a little distance between them.

Though, when Allen asked about his friend, Galles was a little baffled. And he turned to Clover once more, reaching up to rub his chin softly. "Ah...I don't quite know her- This one's name...I sort've tried to steal the boat and they stopped me. I still owe them a bit though, I might've accidentally killed a couple of the crew." he said, grinning a bit at Clover as if to apologize. He seemed in a bit better of a mood, but at least he was somewhat closer to his goal.."Ah, I was wondering Allen. I know I ducked out on it on Bijotsu, but do you think I could join the crew with you guy-" and he was stopped. Both by the sound of voices and footsteps, as well as Clover's own words about stopping the men. And he looked to her, then nodded as he walked over to the edge of the ship, hoping to calm the dock workers a bit.

Once he was in front of them, they started ranting at him like madmen. "You lunatic, what are you thinking sailing into this port without drawing sail or dropping anchor, what the hell?!"

"Do you know how many people could've been hurt! You're lucky all that got hit was this piece of scrap wood!"

"Yeah, what if you had wrecked one of the Marine ships or even worse, an actual pirate vessel! You're the worst kind of sailor!"


And so on and so forth, Galles trying to speak and rapidly losing his patience as every one of them spoke over him. Repeatedly. Finally, he reached up to his face and rubbed it. His charming nature was less then Clover gave it credit for evidently and finally he snapped, reaching to his side and putting it on the hilt of his short sword, glaring. "It was an accident, I'll pay a damned fine or something. Just quit your yelling before I kick your ass all over this dock! You're giving me a god-damn headache..." he said, nearly whining at the end as he reached up with his free hand to hold his head. It was already clogging up with useless shouting and the men's anger. Which grew as the three burly dock workers took offense to the man's words and reared back.

"You little punk. Kick my ass? Headache? I'll beat you so hard the Pirates won't have anything left to throw overboard!"

"Yeah, and where do you get off telling us to quit yelling! This is our dock and you almost wrecked it, almost killed someone on their own boat!"
the first two yelled, but the others seemed to hang back. Galles' was glaring directly at the first one of the Workers and the others seemed to be taken aback. "Wait, his eyes. Didn't you comment about those bright-ass eyes on the guy from North Blue?" one of the workers in the back said quietly, causing the first two to actually stop and stare.

"...Now that you mention it, yeah. Yeah he does look like he has those eyes...Didn't that guy have a huge bounty though?" "Nah, he was only worth three million wasn't he?" "You kidding? That guy was Galles Ralyem, the maniac Revolutionary who blew up Grey Island! Don't you remember, they called it the Massacre At Grey Dock!" "Oh yeah, but didn't they say he was working with a Pirate"

The conversation continued on for a while as the Dock Workers suddenly seemed far more engrossed in comparing Galles exploits and the man himself sighed and turned around, climbing back onto the side of the boat. it was lucky the Paw Print had practically wedged itself inbetween Allen's floating driftwood and the stone of the dock, or he'd have been stuck here.

"...Well, I think they're busy. Want to get off this boat before they go back to ranting?"
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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As Nemo looked up he saw that shop owner that had sent him to this hell, as he was standing in front of him just outside of the cell. The mustached man smiled at him as he said. "Though you were told that you'd be down here until you agreed to work with us, Magical Max is done with waiting and is forcing us to make you work on our boat." Nemo looked up at the man just as he said. "So, if I were you, I'd do as the Captain says, if y'know what's good for you." Nemo smiles and responds “oh I see. That joke you call a leader couldn’t wait me out.” Nemo laughed. “I guess that talentless hack just doesn’t have the patience to be a good leader.” Nemo then stands up and walks to the gate of the cell, as he smiles while walking past the shop owner. Nemo then suddenly stops inches after passing him, and with a smile he says. “oh! By the way. When I get free, you will pay. I wont kill you, but you’d be surprised what you can live through.” as he started walking again to the door out of this room, as he stops again turning his head to the owner with a large smile across his face and says “So you gonna show me the way to where I’m supposed to go, or ya just gonna stand there.”
Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line
Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue .
Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9
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The Juggernaut and Acrobat were both surprised that Fran had been able to jump away from the hit to the head, and also start running away. The Acrobat took after him, almost looking like two people through the crowd, as she ran after him. Eventually, she gave up on chasing after the man, though that didn't mean Fran would be getting away safely. It just meant that she wasn't going after him for the time being.

As she started walking back to the clinic, her associate was already picking up what they had mainly invaded for. The Juggernaut had the Clinic assistant over his shoulder, still unconscious, and a bag of most of her 'non-icky looking' medical supplies. She'd be needed to patch up some of the wounds the Shipwright might have with working on the ship. And anyone else they found in the city, for that matter.

"C'mon, the Captain's waiting." She said coolly once she had gotten back to the building and to the room, as her associate nodded, heading out the door of the small clinic as they passed by some of the injured people they knocked out to get to the doctors inside. Of course, they didn't find it ironic that they were hurt inside a place to heal. Not one bit.




Allen at first had watched the Armored man start walking away after Galles shoulder touch, though he took his sweet time in doing do, which made the Martial Artist start to wonder about the 'Boss' of Galles. Though, he didn't have to think long, before he finished listening to Galles, waiting for him to finish his sentence before the was interrupted by three men who got mad at him for the boat crashing into his.

The Carpenter would've easily jumped into the conversation, saying that he was fine, and the boat was doomed from the start, but what the men talked about somewhat interested Allen for a moment. They were talking about a man from the North Blue, like Galles, who had bright eyes, like Galles, who also had a bounty, like...Galles? Galles also had a bounty on him?

This made the Martial Artist grin. So, it seemed like he wasn't the only one with a bounty so far. Though he didn't know the amounts of either one, he was kinda happy that the two of them already had preceding experiences with the Marines already. But at this time, the men had gotten into a discussion and momentarily forgotten about the two of them.

As Galles said his offer to get off the boat, Allen nodded swiftly. "Sounds good." He grinned, getting off the boat and onto the docks, as he started walking past the arguing men quickly, looking back to make sure Galles was still following him. He was glad that they had found each other again, knowing that he had found another Crew-mate made him happier than he had been when they had first formed the Artisan Pirates.

"Oh yeah, since I know you couldn't finish your statement before," Allen started once they were away from the loud mouthed men, "The Artisan Pirates'd love to have you in the crew!" He grinned, looking at Galles, hoping he'd get the name of the crew quickly.

"Now, we'll just have to find Benjie and Fran in a little bit..." Allen said, scratching the back of his head, as he looked around Loguetown. It hit him now that they had somewhat silently agreed to meet back at the boat, but with it being destroyed now and all, he'd have to find them soon and tell them what was going on.

Unfortunately for them, a few figures in the crowd were watching their movements, staying far enough away to avoid being seen, as well as heard. If Clover was paying attention from the Paw Print, she might be able to see the figures, though, she probably couldn't tell what they were up to.




As soon as Nemo had finished his little rant, the mustached man walked up to him, opening his mouth as if it speak, but instead bring a strong round-house to his head to slightly knock him out for a little bit. He wouldn't be knocked out for more than ten minutes or so, but when he woke up, he would find out that he was in his little box again that he probably hated at this point. After a while of being in the dark, and going up some painful stairs as well, the box stopped, falling over again.

As the Shipwright fell out onto the deck of a ship, surrounded by about five Pirates altogether, along with another man laying next to him, obviously not part of the group. It was Benjie the Barber, with the Mime and the Ticket-Man behind him, while Nemo had the Mustached Man behind him, as they were all laughing except for the mime of course, who was silently laughing.

Also nearby, the Cyborg armed Amy, along with Nemo's animal partner thing, Bya, were nearby. The Penger thing had a collar around it's neck, as Amy held it, easily keeping the beast back from it's master. If the animal went to far away, which was about five feet away from Amy, she'd yank Bya back in a hilarious fashion.
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Less than half a minute ago, some strange circus freaks barged in the sole clinic within Loguetown. And Fran the sole survivor of that attack made his way out an alley and into the main streets of the island. Once he was out in the open, the navigator quickly put on his single sleeved pink shirt. Again, he looked over his shoulder to double check if he was still pursued by the pair of weirdoes. The navigator scanned left and right, up and down until he was satisfied that he had lost both acrobat and muscle freak. Fran then traced back his steps to Mr. Coal’s smithy as the pirate was assimilated into the crowd. Crowds were quite hand, especially when you found yourself being chased by someone. Something Fran knew all too well as he had used it to his advantage once upon a time.

The Artisan’s navigator took a slight detour on his way to fetch his purchases when a large wooden plank caught his eye. He strayed off course and ended up along the food district where a sign reads, ‘Legendary Rum For Sale – Limited Time Offer Only!’. Now it wasn’t because Fran liked alcohol, true he drank once or twice, mostly for fun. He didn’t even know how to differentiate good rum from great rum. His palette just wasn’t suited for that kind of classy stuff, either way alcohol is alcohol, what difference does a few years in between make? Though he had heard from his former crewmates, the older ones, that good rum tasted like pear nectar.

Fran entered the old tavern which had the sign outside. The place was filled with a light but prominent bittersweet aroma. Fran suspected that it might have been the oak barrels lined conveniently behind the old bartender who comfortably sat leaned over the counter. “Ah, welcome sir, what may I get you? Wine? Vodka? Or perhaps some high grade rum?” the old man took out some expensive looking wine glasses and started to clean them off with the towel he had on hand.

As someone who honestly didn’t know the first think about the finer aspects of alcohol drinking, Fran was oblivious. The navigator meekly sat down on one of the many empty stools around the finely polished bar table, as he sat on the soft leathery seat, he looked around. The place had a very dark, almost gloomy feel about it. The lights were dimly lit and a few paintings hanged on the wall. “Umm... I’ll take one of those legendary rum things that were in the signage outside please.” The elderly man chuckled at Fran’s naivety, but still admired the young pirate’s good sense of taste. The gray haired bartender left his station for a brief moment and returned with a rectangular parcel.

The parcel contained a plain yet finely polished wooden box, both sides of the box; top and bottom were tied in a luxurious looking scarlet-dyed rope. As it was placed on the table, Fran began to inspect the expensive looking piece of wood. It was surely finely made, all sides glistened with a lustrous shine and the box was sealed tight. The wood also gave off a sweet but intoxicating smell. Fran rubbed his chin, “Hmm... that might be pear nectar, alright I’ll take it.” The naive pirate was quite sure the contents of the box were surely of ‘legendary’ quality, it looked expensive, sounded expensive and smelled expensive, how could you go wrong?

Within moments, Fran was out of the tavern and was headed straight back to the smithy. When he entered, all five katana were neatly placed on top of the counter. Mr, Coal stepped out of his office which was to the right of the ever blazing forge. He had a very surprised look on his face. As it turned out, the old blacksmith had successfully appraised Fran’s mystery harpoon and it was quite a rare find. Mr. Coal explained to the pirate that the harpoon’s tip was made out of a rare material called seastone, while the rope attached to it seemed to have some sort of living conscience. Furthermore, the harpoon was called Ahab’s Dirge and was supposedly to be missing. Well, finders keepers, and Fran clearly didn’t want to hand it back to whoever lost it. He then picked up the tab and settled his account with the aged smith.

Fran took his time as he walked back to their multi-colored boat. He arrived at the dock with a couple more swords stuck to his half opened shoulder back, a newly upraised harpoon and a box of rum. The navigator however was met by a rather sizable crowd, a new ship in place of the junk of a boat he left and several scattered pieces of familiar lumber. His jaw dropped.

“Where’s the boat? No, more importantly, where’s Allen?”

He quickly asked the nearest person he could reach out to and inquired about the alleged multi-colored flagship of the Artisans. Fran broke to tears, his legs went limp and he fell down the floor. Fran immediately received everyone’s eyes who was present in the harbor. Fran thrashed his arms upwards as he cried, “I-I just left him there!!! Huhuhuhuhu....” he slammed the ground with his balled up fist repeatedly as he agonized on his lost, “...a-and now the c-captain’s GONE!!! WHAAAA!!!” tears rolled down Fran’s eyes like no tomorrow and mucus poured down his nose. Fran was stricken by the sudden loss of his captain and their flag ship.... he didn’t care if Benjamin was impaled to death.

Fran cried his heart out all the while, ignorant of the fact that his assumed ‘dead’ captain stood right behind him.
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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Ben felt a wooden and hard substance against his face. It was fairly cold and even little slimy from wetness the blanks had absorbed.. Where was he? If he would had to guess on a boat. But what boat was this? It wasn't the artisan, if it was, Ben would probably feel many different types of wood and also some should be slightly higher then others.. They didn't really do a good job with that boat.

It was still pitch black, all Ben could hear was laughter, mocking laughter that filled the area. Being thrown on the floor had awakened his consciousness, but at the moment he opened his eyes he was blinded by the light. Now after a small while, Ben peeped out with his other eye. His first sight was another man, a young man with brown hair and a Hawaiian shirt.

As Ben tried to move a little, he just felt that his feet were tied together so were his hands behind his back. Not being able to use his hands, but Ben still felt that rest of his money that he had carried around town was taken and that his gun was missing. Fortunately for Ben and for the capturers, his Razors were still in place. Heh.. They were all gonna pay..

But like already mentioned, Ben stared at this other man with one eye open, not really seeing anything else then few feet and hearing the laughter of a bunch of men.. This was fucking annoying! It wasn't even really over a week from when they had all their belongings stolen and now Ben already was taken as hostage by bunch of semi-merry people.

"Now, what about you two start repairing this ship?" the only words Ben heard before telling the men to fuck off and eat shit. Also threatening them that he would maim the first person who lets him loose. He was severely pissed by the situation. He had just rushed off to go see what had happened to his new nakama. And in the progress he had gotten kidnapped. He was angry at himself because he couldn't help. And he was angry also because he was placed into a situation where he would require help.

Not knowing what had happened to your friends and not really knowing of your own fate is a scary thing. But all that concerned Ben was that he was gonna be "helped" by Fran... He shivered at the thought of it..

Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates
Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • ::beli:: : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East Blue

Strength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20

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Clover edged to the side of discussions, not wanting to get swept up into negotiations with an angry mob; shouting in that male voice limited her to a brief few seconds of speaking time and a bunch of dock-owners this loud were hardly going to hear a mild voice above their own irritable bleating. It was a problem out of her hands, at least verbally. That more sadistic edge to her was still present even when the other half was busy obsessing over Galles; the side that suggested a few quick bolt shots would turn whiners into silent bodies. With all the water surrounding, getting rid of the corpses wouldn't be so hard...

But the confused part of her brain would place faith in Galles as long as he was present, staying the hand that was so eager to raise Quadsong and fix the problem with a few precise shots. He would show off his incredible wit and charm them just as she predicted! Clover looked on in expectation and even as the results didn't play out as expected; Galles losing his rag and shouting back at them, she was still mesmerised by his streak of genius. Showing a weapon was a positive move in negotiations! It suggested power and authority!

...And fame. The sniper was submitted to further verbal onslaught as the mob changed their subject from Galles' poor sailing skills to his bounty earning achievements. Again Gray Island was mentioned; the very island she had set off from, it hadn't seemed to be distraught from the massacre but then at the rate the place cleaned up anything was probably possible. Maybe it was fate that had made her meet him then? The idea that she would set off from the island he had made his name on was just so... romantic! The sniper checked back on herself; romantic? What did that even imply? Hadn't her foster mother mentioned something about boys and girls? Clover was close to drifting into a daydream that didn't involve the azure eyed man when he suggested a brilliant plan!

She nodded her head firmly at the suggestion they skip around the accusers turned fan boys; Clover watching the groups ignorance with particular interest. Men were so stupid sometimes... she couldn't really believe such an obvious exit was working. They just walked past with no real hurry as they traded stories. It was silly. The sniper even paused to stare directly at them as the other two kept walking away.

"..."

How? She glanced to the Paw Print, back to the group, at her standing position, then over at Allen and Galles who were making good distance away from the group. She knew her former-worker was marvellous but this was ridico-

The markswoman flinched as a new addition to the group decided to let rip with a wailing cry. It took a moment to recover from the ear ache he had spread to everyone present and register his words. He had lost a friend? She glared at him as he persisted to cry over the missing man. A Captain was gone? Had the man with a 3,000,000 beli not mentioned something about Artisans and captains... naturally she remembered every word Galles had mentioned on the dock. A trio making the crew, Allen, Fran and Benjamin. Was the guy in the pink shirt part of it? The boat had been there before the Paw Print had ploughed through it after all.

She took a quick step towards the hunched weeper, ignoring the looks of the crowd who had just remembered their existence and were quickly looking around for the missing pair. She paused beside him and pulled back a leg. A normal person would have offered a hand to help up the distressed Fran, Clover instead planted a firm kick with her shin into the side of the Navigator.

"Shut up, Benjamin." She growled, having determined that this was not the female Fran who was destined to meet a painful end if she got her way. The sniper was not in the mood for a scene either, the idiot was drawing attention to them again! He was ruining Galles' cunning plan; she was momentarily tempted to stick a bolt in his neck for ruining such art but thought better of it. If he was part of this 'crew', the azure eyed man might not be pleased if she killed him. If she brought Benjamin to them, he would say nice things about her! Clover made gleeful smile beneath her mask; an unnatural expression for her. It lasted a mere second as she shifted back, returning her gaze to the man on the floor.

"Get up and follow." Clover barked, feeling she had made herself clear with just the single kick. Ignorant of the mob, she stormed back towards Allen and Galles, hoping the idiot Benjamin had enough wits about him to keep up.
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Once he'd managed to get away from the dock workers who even now still seemed to be comparing notes on 'That Bastard' from North Blue, Galles didn't see much more need to speak until Allen did. Everyone seemed to agree on the idea of getting out of dodge and they quickly, though rather quietly, exited off the Paw Print without much of a complaint. Even Clover and Galles briefly found himself watching her, oddly wondering if she was going to follow them for a reason. He hadn't deduced her being a bounty hunter yet. As far as he was concerned, she was still pissed at him for killing those five under her employ and various other inane things he had done...But then he'd also seen her reflexes and speed. It was probably not -all- a bad thing if she tagged along with them, though he wondered how far she would go. She didn't, really, seem the type to just stick around for the sake of a good adventure...Though he still owed her something for the trouble on her boat, he supposed.

Allen's words broke his concentration and he grinned a bit as he offered the man his hand for a shaking on the deal. It felt good to know he'd have someone like Allen running the helm, he was dependable. Fran and Benjie were a little harder to clarify, really. He liked them as people and he supposed they were dependable...Fran just struck him as a bit of a goof and Benjamin was a bit odd. If his newfound 'boss' decided to join up, that would make two people he could depend on and another two he would pretend he could depend on. Though, he knew he was judging harshly. He'd known the three for maybe a day...Which in retrospect, made the idea of joining them in a crew at least, rather suicidal sounding. Oh well. He'd deal with it.

"Artisan Pirates, eh? Sounds nice. Though I don't get the name too much...Who's an Artisan-"

And then there was the most god-awful blubbering he'd heard heard in his life. It sounded like someone had taken the most important toy in the world away from the biggest child in the world, like someone had just taken the final piece of a man's mind away from him in the most overwrought, violent way possible. Death, decay, famine, plagues had nothing on whatever had been done to this man- Oh it was just Fran. Fran had collapsed on the front of the dock sobbing and flailing around like a spoiled child about the fact that the other ship and Allen were gone. And doing a nice job of attracting attention...Galles turned his head to look at him and realized with a very long silent stare that the man was, quite literally, not but a few meters in front of them. He was on the edge of the dock and they had gotten off the Paw Print behind him. He dropped his hand from the handshake and stared still, eye twitching a little...

He sighed as he turned his head, looking towards the rest of town as he watched for Benjamin to stroll up. Allen had said all three men were here...And he turned just in time to see Clover swiftly kick Fran. Now, he knew what the woman's kicks were like. Which is why, probably anyway, he flinched away and looked off towards anything else, trying not to imagine what Fran felt like right now. Instead he looked to Clover and smirked at her, giving a quick wave. "Nice. Maybe he'll stop getting the dock workers on us now...If not, I say we leave him here." he said, glancing behind them. The dock workers he'd previously 'mystified' into arguing over his Bounty was seemingly still lost in that, making it impossible for them to realize anything outside their conversation. Sooner or later though, one would look...
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As nemo woke up he was in a small dark room, so small that he was tightly crumpled up on the hard and cold floor. With his head being sore and in pain he thinks back to what happened, and remembered the mustached man knocking him cold. Nemo just laughed at the idea he had gotten to him, and then winced and groaned in pain. he then thought about all the things that have happened since he arrived in this city the joke shop, the show, the trap, and especially the capture and kidnapping of Bya. The thought of this just filled Nemo with anger. He just Kept thinking to himself as he painfully bounced around in that damn box.

He instantly notices that although these thieves have strangely enough not taken his money, they have on the other hand taken the bag of his containing his flippers, goggles, and snorkal. Nemo just grits his teeth and groaned as he felt the box start tipping again, and again he was forcefully rolled out. Exept instead of rolling onto bricks he rolled onto a hard wooden floor into the blinding day. The sun was bright enough it made it so he could not see a thing, but could hear the laughing of several people, with only the smell of the sea providing him comfert. As his head was pounded from the pain, he thought I wish these hyenas would shut up.

Nemo’s vision started returning to him. he looked around and saw the people around him, including the unconscious man who was being thrown down beside him. A man wearing a long dark coat, brown hair, and was tied up, who was now at the feet of a man and of all things a mime. Nemo started noticing that this man on the ground beside him was coming to. Nemo looked over his shoulder noticing the mustached man with his bag on his back. But thankfully the mustached man didn’t notice nemo looking at him, for he was looking at the other people at that moment. Nemo looked back down with clinched fist as he thought to himself these idiots are gonna pay!

The mustached man then said. "Now, what about you two start repairing this ship?" The man on the ground, beside Nemo, instantly responded. “Fuck off and eat shit.” As well as threatening them that he would maim the first person who lets him loose. Nemo laughed and looked at the mime and said. “If these idiots are any show to the people who follow that 4th rate magician, no wonder they gotta kidnap people to do everything for them.” When Nemo spotted bya being yanked back, with enough force to pull him back to the side of that deceivingly cute girl, any time he traveled 5 feet from her while she just laughed. The mustached man then kicked nemo for the outburst he had made.
Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line
Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
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Allen was grinning as Galles seemed to be okay with the name, as he shook his hand readily, easily finishing the deal of joining the crew. He was just getting ready to answer the man's question but was interrupted by a loud, scratch that, very, very loud wailing noise. The Carpenter looked around to see who it had been that was crying, and found to his amusement, his Navigator had been doing all of the crying. Fran probably would've gone on crying for some time, if not for Galles's 'Boss' kicking him with one of his legs, right into the man's side. This made the Martial Artist wince while watching, for indeed it looked very painful.

Since Fran and the Armored man had only been a few meters in front of them, Allen had heard, just barely, what he had said to the man. Hopefully, by now, the man would've been quiet about the crying, since the men were still behind them arguing about Galles and such. But when the Man got close enough, the Martial Artist turned to him and asked: "Why'd you call Fran Benjamin?" He asked, curiously.

The Martial Artist then looked to his Navigator, before starting to talk to him now. "Hey, Fran, I see that you got your stuff taken care of?" He said, chuckling, as the man not only had his weapons but also a container full of... something anyways. Seeing as it was made out of wood, the Carpenter side of him was intrigued to see the quality of the wood supporting the parcel.

Then the Martial Artist looked around: They were missing someone along their ranks. A certain Benjie the Barber, to be exact. "Hey, Fran, did you happen to see Ben while you were out doing your things?" He asked, wondering where their Barber had gone to since he was missing from their ranks.

On top of one of the rooftops of a building, the four of them were being watched. They had been watched since they came into port, really, but now it was time for the person's plan to began. Seeing as they were garbed in a black cloak, they were easily able to take out their bow and arrow to point it towards the Paw Print. But the interesting thing about the arrow, was that the tip of it was on fire. As the person let go of the projectile, it flew in the air towards the ship to try and set it ablaze.




The Mustached man did kick Nemo in his side for his actions, growling out "You should feel lucky, Nemo, for you'll be doing we, the Showman, a large Favor indeed." He laughed, as did a few of the other people in the room. Suddenly, their laughter decreased, as a loud whistling noise entered the room.

Suddenly, where one would assume the door was, there was a large flash of fire, as the room's lights were lit up, as none other than Magical Max himself stepped out of the blaze, his crew's Mascot right behind him. He twirled his wand around, inspecting Nemo first, then Benjie, as he laughed. These two people, though they weren't the best, would be able to 'willingly help' the Showmen out of their little situation with their boat.

The Ringleader stepped forward, twirling his cane around, as he looked between the men. "Hello again, Nemo, good to see you're doing fine after our show the other night." He chuckled, before hitting his cane into the Shipwright's shoulder for all the things he's said to mock the ringleader. The little 'stab' would probably hurt some, seeing as the tip was made of iron.

"And, whose this guy here to help out with our little situation?" Max asked, looking at Benjie down. "Some guy we found in town, Captain." The Ticket Salesmen's voice said, as he looked at his leader. "He kinda pissed me and Billie off, so we figured that the Shipwright would need a hand with fixing up the ship." He said, explaining his and the mime's actions.

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By now, every man woman and child present in the docks were all amazed on how Fran single handily took all of their attention, with one deafening wail of remorse. It was just too much; imagine a grown man crying in the middle a crowd. Inconceivable, there just wasn’t any two way around it. Most of them considered it a pretty bad joke, and others started to whisper nonchalantly which of course was bound to start some sort of rumor. Everyone had their own version of the story, and no one was particularly even close to the truth.

Fran was still on his knees, he sniffed his nose and furiously wiped his tears off his now blood shot eyes, unmindful of the fact that he’s been laughed at by the entire area. The navigator simply didn’t have the time to concern himself with such trivial matters, Allen is gone! Kapish! Kaplohwa! But then it struck the pirate, his captain might still be alive somehow, he might have jump overboard or got out just in time before their multi-colored boat was blown away to scrap. Yes, it was very plausible, all was not lost! With renewed strength and hope Fran hastily pulled himself together to search for the missing captain. Benjie could drown for all he cared.

Just as the pink donned afro pirate was about to stand up, he suddenly found himself back on the ground. His right arm pressed against the cold, hard cemented floor and his head was planted down as well. A very familiar sensation crept from his left rib, the one he had just gotten fixed. It was pain. Fran slowly grabbed his side and wriggled in agony, like a freshly caught sea bass out of the water. But why? He was pretty sure that the old hag patched him up good before he ‘left’ the clinic of horrors, and the rib definitely felt great so why does it hurt like hell?

All of Fran’s answers were all written in a single man who towered over him. He looked... odd. The man who apparently kicked the poor navigator was covered from head to toe; his face was well hidden behind a steel helmet and his entire body was shrouded by a brown traveling cloak. For some reason Fran could feel a very hard stare pointed at him through those steel visors. And for some unimaginable reason this rude fellow called him Benjamin, BEN-JA-MIN!!! And rather casually too, as if they knew each other for decades.

All the pain immediately left Fran. He was annoyed, no, he was insulted. How can anyone even begin to mistake him to that emo razor guy? He was a gazillion timed better, stronger, cooler not to mention more fashionable, Benjamin only won a few inches off Fran’s height. That was all Benjamin was, height!

“Hey you! Yeah you, the sleeping bag fellow with a bucket for a head.” Fran picked himself up as he accusingly pointed his index finger at the tightly shrouded figure. “How the hell am I even a Benjamin?! The name’s Fran, Fran C. Osgrave and don’t you forg-“, the navigator’s useless rant was cut short at the sight of two familiar faces. Allen and Galles.

Immediately Fran ran as fast as he could and roughly slammed onto the tin-headed man’s shoulder. “Allen you’re alive!!! And Galles is too, I thought we’d never see you again. And look I even got you some good rum.”Fran handed the finely polished wooden box to the blue eyed pirate. Yes, that rum was for Galles. All this time, Fran never once forgot about how Galles mercilessly killed off the ninja and the armor clad lunatic back in Bijotsu. The navigator feared he might piss off the marksman for not keeping his promise. For Fran it was a small price to pay to keep himself intact for a good while.

The merry reunion however did not last long, as a flurry of blazing arrows cut through the air and onto the newly docked ship. All hell broke loose; the crowd began to panic and ran into different directions. People trampled each other as they searched for refuge between the small sheds scattered across the harbor. Fran was of course also taken aback at the sudden attack but quickly composed himself. He looked back and saw the hull of the ship behind him began to char as the flames ate through its wooden surface.

“So, what’s the plan captain? And no I don’t have a frick'in idea where that razor fetishist is!”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

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So the guys name was Nemo, eh? Well, not that it mattered, all Ben wanted to get out of here and to his crew. They were probably already missing him.. Yeah right. Ben could just imagine Fran enjoying the situation of Ben gone missing..

Achoo! - Ben sneezed suddenly, around the same time Fran and Allen talked about him at the other side of the island. Though he didn't feel like he was getting ill, that sudden reaction broke the laughing of these hyenas. Or so Ben thought.

The man was even worse then Ben had imagined, he could only see briefly about him because of his position, but Ben was sure that was the leader. He talked about something not so trivally interesting to Ben, and dealt what seemed like a heavy blow on this shipwrigth. Sheez, Ben so much hoped that the others wouldn't need to save him, but after his words, he didn't think he was gonna get out of here easily.

The capturers talked for a while more, and Ben took the moment to form a small alliance. "Hey.. Psst." - Ben whispered silently at this young shipwrigth. "I'm Benjamin, Benjamin Hurd.." - A brief pause in between of continuing his whispering - "Don't worry, we'll be fine."

Though not wanting it, Ben trusted into his new friends, even few days of experience with them had made Ben believe that they were trusful and good people, as long as pirates could be. That is what Ben got an idea from.

"You fools shouldn't threaten me!," Ben smirked in between and then continued as his words got the attention of the capturers, "I am a highly respected member of the Artisan Pirates! They will come after you and kill the lot of you!"

At least Ben was starting to hope so..

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Clover was convinced she had done a good job of cleaning up Benjamin's critical errors; she had got his attention with a simple kick to the ribs and shut him up to, it was astonishing what the flick of a cybernetic knee could do to fix anything. As a bonus, onlookers might even be fearful of intercepting in case they were suddenly targeted by her random outbursts of violence. Or what was perceived as random; they were precise and well controlled really. Otherwise the man called Benjamin would be very dead.

The sniper raised her eyes to meet a sight that caused her to turn bashful and giddy. Galles was waving and complimenting! She had done good. Did she wave back too? Did she respond in kind? The questions were heard to answer but if she just acted naturally then maybe they could...

"Why'd you call Fran Benjamin?"

Clover snapped from her daydream, mystified by what the man worth three million meant.

"How the hell am I even a Benjamin?! The name’s Fran-"

The idiot was also yelling at her from behind. But this presented a problem and one which could have dire consequences... she didn't dare look back at Galles' features in case they had turned sour towards her. Benjamin was Fran. Fran had tried to insult her, words which he would regret in a short while. Fran was not a woman. He was some bumbling, crybaby in a pink shirt with four-too-many swords on his belt to be considered quite sensible. Who really used that many blades? She didn't bother to cast back a glance to confirm her assumptions. He hadn't seemed the coordinated type to pull off such a style.

She left the trio of males to their minor reunion, pondering on her own error. It was one mistake, yet she felt so bad about it; a normal error could be shrugged off without the slightest guilt but for him to have witnessed her making a mistake...

At least she had no rival now. Galles was hers. Unless Benjamin was a female name also. Clover doubted that.

A sharp noise caught her attention, not a person's voice to blame but an object. It was similar to the sound of one of her bolts meeting their mark on a piece of wood, but she had not knowingly fired a shot and glanced down by her side to check for any accidental shooting. Quadsong was a rushed project because of the few hours she had dared to leave the Quintuple to their own devices; it wasn't without faults. But no bolt was planted in the floor.

Something was burning, she knew that sound and turned towards it with certain haste. She spotted the problem instantly, honing in on the arrow that had embedded itself in the side of the Paw Print. There was fire about it, the markswoman assumed it had been dipped in something to spread in such a volatile manner like that. Why would someone want to burn her vessel? She has stolen it fair and square. The dockworkers maybe? Not them precisely, the trajectory was all wrong for the moaners to have done anything; none of them had drawn a weapon either. She would have noticed.

Instead, the sniper followed a predicted flight path of the wooden arrow, finding herself gazing towards the nearby buildings. As always, her eyes were brilliant. A figure wearing darker clothing was using the rooftops as a vantage point, she focused her pupils to confirm that he was armed. There was an odd object he was holding, just large enough to conceivably be a bow. What was his problem? She considered shooting him but wasn't confident on her new weapon's range just yet. There was also the problem of him falling to his death if hit him with a bolt from the floor. Clover wanted him alive for her own sadistic reasons; one didn't get away with shooting a possession hers, particularly when that possession contained all her beli and equipment.

Clover made quick decisions where Fran dithered and asked for his Captains advice. She didn't care much for Allen's position on his crew; it was her boat that was under attack and these Artisan Pirates were going to be the unfortunate bastards who helped her defend it. She took advantage to enact a mini-revenge on Fran for his earlier insult. A hard kick to his backside to get his attention, such violence in close proximity likely to draw the other two's attention as well.

"Allen. Fran. Put out my ship. Now." She growled at them sharply, glaring through the metal mask. Height didn't matter if she had Quadsong to hand, though Fran was smaller than her. Finally, someone shorter then her!

"Galles." She said next, a softer tone to voice as expected. But it was a special moment for her; the first time she had said his name to his face! She paused to let the moment sink in; it was just..."This way." Magical.

Fiendishly she was separating the trio in a manner she liked; probably abusing a potentially dangerous situation just to get some alone time with the azure eyed man.

And she wasn't taking no as an answer, her hand bursting out from beneath the cloak to clutch around Galles' wrist. The first time she had touched him in a non-violent manner! There was another brief pause as she let that moment sink in too. Then Clover pulled him in the direction of the buildings the black cloaked man had been stationed on. He was smart, so he would understand her reasons, no explanations needed... it was really just an excuse to not let go and point with her pulling hand. She was enjoy the feeling far too much. They were practically holding hands.
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Watching Clover deal with Fran was indeed amusing and had he not been standing around uncovered in the middle of a crowd of people, many of whom would probably like to take his battered body to the nearest Bounty Office and never be worried for money again. Between Fran's crying and then subsequent arguing with Clover to Allen's talking and movement, he actually felt a little like walking off somewhere less crowded and dragging everyone along. She at least had the right idea, what of not revealing her identity for everyone to see...Why did he not take his cloak again? Oh right, blood stains. That would have attracted far more attention then just his face. And more attention meant more- God, headache.

As Fran returned towards them and ranted around, he suddenly seemed to recognize who all was standing there and he found himself shaking his head as Fran practically full-body tackled the poor Carpenter. The kind of greetings that man gave were obviously just as insane as he himself was, though one couldn't say it was entirely a -bad- thing...Maybe really god-damned embarrassing for Allen, but little else. And when he turned to Galles and handed him the box, the marksman blinked and took it, gently cracking the lid of the box and peering inside. Light seemed to shine from under the lid of the box, a cacophony of heavenly voices and musics seemed to belt out from under it, the scent of ambrosia seemingly wafting from under it's lid before Galles closed it firmly and tucked it under his arm, nodding in satisfaction as he extended his arm and took Fran's hand, shaking it. "It's good to see you too Fran. I'm glad you didn't fall off the boat or something...And thanks. This looks damned good...Is that real amber glass, by the way?" he asked, tilting his head as he released the handshake...

Amber glass, expensive. That meant, by logical rum standards, the rum inside was old. And good. Fuck -yes-.

That's when he heard it. He didn't react in time to actually see them flying through the air but it wasn't hard to hear the sound of splitting air and shrieking wood as it smashed into the deck of the Paw Print. The flaming arrows were probably covered in cloths soaked in alcohol, it's the only thing he could think of as he turned to look at the deck of the ship he'd ridden in on...And watch with his a briefly horrified expression as the fire began to spread out. He grimaced as the sound of people in horror began to spread, finding himself oddly relieving Gray Island again; Flames on a ship, people stepping and moving away in fear and various other elements combined to provide a vivid and clear picture of the point his life had turned into a ridiculously complicated adventure.

He turned his head in the opposite direction of the arrow, knowing at least enough to follow it's tail back and blinking when it lead into the sky, though he started adjusting his gaze immediately. He was also moving away from Fran and Allen, unable to hear their questions as he searchingly peered for anything that could have done this; Anyone stupid enough to fire on them was now going to get away with it unharmed. He wasn't as quick to catch them as Clover was but he did latch eyes on a brief flash of black before Clover's voice and touch came. He turned his eyes to her and raised an eyebrow as she spoke of needing him to come this way with her before she took off, holding his wrist. And he followed behind a bit numbly for a moment.

Before long he did return to his normal, mildly sane self and nodded, saying "You saw them too? I didn't get a good look, were they armed?" he asked, reaching behind his back with the other hand and drawing one of his pistols. He knew it'd reveal to Clover that he had taken some of his ammunition off the boat but he suspected it wouldn't matter now that there was evidence of them under attack...He wasn't about to fight some lunatics trying to shoot arrows at them without a gun. Though he suspected she wouldn't understand and he'd have to dodge bolts from her weapon.

Somehow, he forgot to yell for Allen and Fran to follow, more caught up in keeping up with Clover's rather pressing speed and also his bearings. Though somewhere along the way, the small box of rum had slipped and slid under the side of one of his belts, lodging there in such a manner as to not fall or slip down.
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