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Topic Started: Feb 14 2012, 08:31 AM (3,027 Views)
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Cthulu's Revenge was near-silent as the ship slowly glided over the water's surface, the pitch-black night sky gazing down at them with twinkling stars. It was a moonless night, with just the lights from distant stars to guide the way.

Deep in the hull of the small galleon, crashes and smashes were erupting from the cargo bay, most likely keeping the whole ship awake as Umbert Redstone continued to try and perfect the new move he was trying out. He wiped his brow as he accidentally barrelled into a stack of empty crates, reducing one of them to splinters as he crashed to the floor.

Getting to his feet, he growled irritably, brushing down his red t-shirt, before walking back to the center of the room, and taking up his stance again. Twisting his body to the right as far as it would go, Umbert took a deep breath, concentrating hard, which was more than difficult for the usually headstrong and hyperactive man.

"Okay... Redstone Hurricane!" He declared, before whipping his body back around with all his strength, and bursting into a spinning blur of red, black and steel.

[Roll: 4] Keeping his focus, Umbert hovers around the room, dirt skittering away from his rapidly spinning feet as he directs his course in a small circle around the centre of the room, testing his balance in the heavily-disorientating technique.

Satisfied with his progress, he tried to stop, but rather than coming to a stable halt, he spun wildly out of control, hurling himself through an empty barrel near his bedroll.

Picking himself up again, he rubbed his head, puffing out his chest with a heavy sigh. He raised his arms back to their original stance, frowning with concentration.

"Righ' then." He thought aloud. "Le's go again."

And without further adieu, he burst into another tornado-like blur of motion, whizzing idly around the cluttered and debris-strewn hull of the ship.

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Cheni rested her elbow on the table, gazing thoughtfully at the log pose resting on the table in front of her. A small frown fixed her brow as she watched the tiny arrow shift slightly in the little glass ball, pointing directly away from her.

It had set in this position three days before, and hadn't changed since. Cheni assumed it was because the pose had set itself onto its next location, and the crew had dutifully followed the instruction of the tiny sliver of metal, turning the ship's course away from the towering red mountain behind them.

None of the crew had really dealt much with Cheni, allowing her to get to grips with her new surroundings and deal with the navigational systems. Everyone else seemed to have their own projects. The bald captain, Luther, had been locked away in his quarters for almost the entire time, with various mechanical noises emanating from behind the door half of the time, keeping the crew awake at night.

Nina, the mermaid, had been splitting her time between monitoring the progress of the scrawny black-haired man, who was still unresponsive, and spending time in the captain's cabin, apparently helping him with some "project", as Nina had put it one mealtime. Frankly, Cheni was starting to doubt if the doctor's relationship with her captain was entirely professional.

And as for the bristling sociopath down in the hold, Umbert, he had spent most of the last few days drinking himself stupid and crashing around in his own room. Cheni had considered investigating, but thought it was better to leave well enough alone. Let the madman do his own thing, she had thought at the time.

Picking up the log pose from the table, she turned it over and proceeded to tie the leather strap around her wrist. She had no idea how long she would be stuck with this crew, or how she'd ever return home. She still needed to send a letter to her colleagues at her business to let them know she was alive and well. One step at a time., she thought to herself. First, I need to find a post office. Hopefully I can slip away from these pirates when we find an island.

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From the confines of Luthers room Nine emerged, or so it felt to the mermaid as she slowly walked toward the deck, having spend a majority of her time helping Luther with his new 'designs' it was more making sure he didn't kick the bucket during the process but still. She felt absolutely exhausted, add in that she had been checking on Gerard periodically and she felt like she had not slept a wink since leaving the reverse mountain. What worse there were no improvement in Gerards condition, from the looks of things there were no telling when he might wake up. I could be the in the next hour or it could be in ten years.

Taking her first steps out on the deck she just focused on breathing for a bit before "Umbert!, Cheni!, get your sorry rear ends to the deck right now!" the shout resounded through the ship like an oversized church bell. She were in no mood to wait for them to show up on their own, sleep deprivation tended to make her very grouchy. They needed to be around for Luthers big 'display' as he had put it, not that she saw why he should show off just because of a few little upgrades.

She mentally cringed at the word 'little' it had been a real pain to oversee the procedure when the doctors size were barely half that of the patient. Not for the first time she wished she had been a species of mermaid that had a bit more in terms of size, leaning on the bulwark she soon slid down in a sitting position. Another thing that served to make her mood utterly sour was the fact that they had somehow lost Bronz during the scuffle with the bounty hunters. She honestly missed the redheaded brute of a carpenter, mainly since he had been the person she usually let her anger out on. And with her secondary outlet in a coma she had been reduced to a slow boil.

Umbert simply wouldn't do for an outlet, mainly due to the fact that the berserker tended to be very loud when he got riled up, actually he was very loud in general and that gave Nina a headache, letting her mood out over Luther simply hadn't been an option and she didn't know Cheni enough to let her taste the wrath of a cranky mermaid. Wating until the two had arrived on the deck she then spoke in a very tired tone of voice "Luther has something to show you" then a bit louder so that the baldie of a captain could hear "You can come out now"

And without further ado she fell asleep where she sat, she already knew what Luther was going to show so it was a good opportunity to catch up on some sleep before reaching the next island.
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Darkness, silence, emptiness, for a moment the world around Luther was completely devoid of sensory stimulation. It had been a long week, there had been a lot of pain, but Luther managed to keep his mind lucid enough to carry out the various tasks required to bring his body to the next level of cybernetic advancement. His entire body now protected by steel plates, yet his nervous system, muscular system, and even bones remained functional, simply melded with wire and steel. A combination that balanced weaponry and the human body. With the aid of a doctor, Luther had the freedom to take risks, and he had done so with gusto. The result was a body with the durability of steel, but the resilience and recovery of flesh. Beneath it all was the brilliant mind that convinced this marvel of modern technology, piloting the living weapon that is his own body.

His eyes opened, and his senses came alive once more. It had taken only a few minutes for his body to reset, and his senses slowly returned to him. First was muffled sound, hearing the sounds of what was most likely Umbert doing whatever it is that makes him better and flying like a spinning top into opponents. It was hazy, but then the sound of the doctor, Nina, shouting for the attention of the crew, brought his ears into greater focus. As instructed, she had gathered the crew for his announcement. It was unfortunate that Gerard and Bronz would not be in attendance, but dwelling on their absence would be pointless.

Then, the blackness of his sight began to grow brighter, a red tint cast over his field of vision as the bright red lights in his improved eyes slowly grew brighter. He blinked twice, as his eyes adjusted and the world was brought into focus. Next, his body. The whirring of springs and the sliding of pistons could be heard as Luther straightened his back, then reached forward from the operating table, which had been aligned to more of a chair position. He slowly grabbed hold of the table next to him and pulled himself up, the sound of the coiled springs in his legs accepting the pressure of his heavy body, easing the strain on his steel covered bones. He took a deep breath, the metal plates in his chest and abdomen expanding and contracting, settling into place. He twisted his neck left and right, making sure the steel in his neck didn’t interfere with the rotation of his head. Last, but certainly not least, he held up his arm. The extra thick iron bracers around his now steel plated arm gleamed in the light against the softer tone of his skin.

At the will of his arm, the steel blade shot out from the slot just behind his wrist. It had a slight curve to it, less so then the blade of a katana. The blade curving just over his knuckles suddenly retracted into his arm, ejecting at around half its length from the matching slot in his elbow. He tested these motions with the matching blade in his left arm, then sent them both back to the opening in his wrists and finally back into his arm. Pleased with the test, Luther’s illuminating red gaze passed over the newest additions to his arsenal. Reaching out to the metal cylinders with metal clasps on the table, he attached them to his arms, the barrel underside his forearms. And finally, he slipped the clips full of ammunition into the loops of his pants. Fully armed, Luther approached the door.

It seemed to be smaller then he remembered. But with all the additional technology now supporting his body, an increase in overall body mass was inevitable. Pulling the door open and lowering his head to fit through the entrance, the shirtless Luther approached the table at which Nina sat, pulling one of the chairs over for him and sitting down. There wasn’t much room for someone of Luther’s newfound size in the Cthulhu’s revenge, he would have to account for this as he worked on the designs for the Kraken Pirates next ship. One as basic as their current ship wouldn’t last the inevitable challenges of the Grand Line for long. Looking up, Luther cleared his throat, and began “Doctor, booze…” But then noticed that the doctor had already fallen asleep, collapsed on the table. “Tch, good work doctor.” The red lights in his eyes flickered out and his eyes finished adjusting to their surroundings. “Now then…” Luther said, addressing his crew. “This approaching island, as you know, uses colored objects for currency. According to my information, it’s not uncommon for petty thieves to steal colorful clothing. Something about the strange cloud over the island robs the island of its color. I assume at this point that it some chemical similar to bleach.”

He reclined in the chair, closing and opening his hand, cracking his knuckles in the process. “This island may seem docile, and it very well may be, being the first island of the Grand Line route we have chosen. But do not become overconfident, this sea contains many surprises. Be on your guard.” He stood from his chair, eager to top off his fuel supplies. “Regardless of what happens, our goal is to take what we can from this island. We need to construct a new ship as soon as possible. In addition, it’s possible that Bronz made it to this island. If we do not find him here, it may be necessary that we assume the worst… This holds true for the condition of Gerard as well. His condition may be long term.” As if to end the somber moment and rejuvenate their moral, he raised his arm, pushing against the ceiling. “This island has no Marine or World Government presence, meaning we shall have no problems landing or acquiring supplies. This island will not be prepared for us. More specifically, they will not be prepared for me.”
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As Umbert picked himself up again, grunting, he heard the muffled shout of Nina from further up in the ship. Through the layers of wooden planking, he only just picked out what she said, and proceeded to tuck his axes into his ever-present holsters, reaching out to swipe the half-empty bottle of booze from his bedside, taking a heavy swig as he ascended the staircase. But leaning back proved too much, and the slow rocking of the ship, coupled with the steep steps, sent Umbert rolling head over heels back downstairs like a stout red Slinky.

Sweeping the glass shards from his t-shirt, Umbert climbed out onto the deck, grumbling at the lost alcohol. Nina didn't seem to notice his lack of focus, and before Umbert had even raised his head to her, she had plodded down in a nearby chair and closed her eyes. But his attention on the doctor was swiftly broken as thudding footsteps erupted from behind him.

Umbert turned, hanging his hands on the hilts of his two axes, and found himself looking straight at Luther's iron-plated groin.

In the days he'd been cooped up in his room, Luther had become a monster. Looming over the three normal humans like a giant steel bear, he glowered at them with his faintly glowing red eyes. Umbert couldn't help but gawk in awe.

"Fuckin' hell, Wilson. Tha' you in tha' tin can? Looks like yeh fell in a frickin' smelting pot!" He grinned. "Don' think this means yer stealin' all the fun, though. Yeh can test out yer new toy AFTER ah've had mah fun."

Luther snorted derisively from within his armoured face, pressing on with his briefing. It was then that Umbert noticed the bottle of booze on the table beside the dozing doctor. Glancing between Luther and the bottle, Umbert slowly sauntered over and plucked the bottle from the table, taking a long swig. His concentration was broken by a barking shout from the towering cyborg.

"Dammit, Umbert. Are you even listening?" Luther growled, slowly flexing his fist. Cheni turned to look at him too with an unreadable expression on her face that could be best described as disinterest.

"Yeah, yeah, ah heard yeh! Keep yer tin panties on!" Umbert barked, waving a hand dismissively. "Now if yeh'll excuse me, ah need some fresh air. Been doin' my own work down in the hold, if yeh mus' know."

Without another word, he stepped away from the Captain, towards the front of the ship, taking another swig of his bottle. Leaning forward on the railing, Umbert set his eyes on the horizon, but was instantly met with an irregular sight. He turned his head back to Luther and Cheni.

Oi, navigator! We go' land! We s'posed teh be there yet?"
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The rocking of the waves, the gentle breeze and Umberts obnoxiously loud bellowing, what else did a Mermaid need to sleep soundly? at least that was what Nina was trying to tell herself while drifting somewhere between sleeping and being awake. Eventually she forced herself to sleep for an hour or so at least, they had little more time than that before reaching the next island she had caught a glimpse of before drowsiness took over.

Now fighting to get at least a few more minutes of rest the Doctor realized it was futile around the time she became aware of her own thoughts and the fact that she was just keeping her eyes closed while giving a pretence of sleeping. Opening her eyes while feeling more than a little grouchy she stood up and looked out over the sea, only she first believed she had suddenly turned colour blind before realizing it was the island in question that erred and not her own eyes. Now that caught her interest, she immediately began to ponder how the island had come to be.

Rushing down to her quarters without explaining what she was up to she grabbed her bow and put the quiver in place before returning to the deck, looking out over the island she said out loud "I'm off exploring that place, if you don't see me on the island I'll be back at the ship in a few days" she then promptly jumped overboard, letting her 'legs' turn back into a tail as she swam ahead of the ship toward the island.

She was very curious as to see what kind of herbs an all white island like that would produce, would they be different from herbs found in more colourful islands or would they be the same? with curiosity brimming she set her course toward the eastern end of the island. Quickly leaving the ship behind as she kept a steady pace just below the surface of the water. She noted that even the fish around the place hat taken on a pure white complexion "Most fascinating" she thought she she approached the shore
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With the hairball drinking and heading above deck, the doctor passed out and the navigator off to check on Gerard, Luther considered the briefing over and headed above deck himself. His new-found size had made the ship feel cramped to the point of annoyance. With each step causing the floorboards to creak and groan under his bulk, he walked through the ship that had outgrown. It was inevitable that they would need to acquire or construct a new ship soon, but with Bronz missing the latter seemed improbable for now. On his way out of the ship, he noticed the closet in which the Krakens prisoner was kept. After coming over Reverse Mountain, they had been attacked by a gang of bounty hunters, who just happened to be all cyborgs. Another coincidence being that they were cyborgs created by the marine scientist who cost Luther his job and tried to have him killed, Dr. Mendel. But Mendel’s creations weren’t enough to stop the Krakens, and as a result their leader, Alexander, now slept heavily sedated in a closet. He wouldn’t be there for long though, Luther had only kept him tied up on board to use him to set an example. Once they hit land, he wouldn’t be needed anymore. With the doctor’s help, Luther had successfully loosened the connections in Alexander’s cybernetic arms, preventing him from moving them. That plus the drugs put into his food to keep him half asleep had kept him confined in the closet the rest of the journey.

With a bounty hunter hostage on board, an unsuspecting island, and his new upgrades in working condition, he was close to the position he needed to be in to execute his plans. The main concern now was the condition of his allies. In comparison to his expectations, his crew was in sorry shape. The three strongest members were most certainly himself and Umbert, but with the carpenter and strongman Bronz missing, and Nina just scratching the surface of her archery skills, there wasn’t much to expect from them as a force. It was high priority for him to find more crewmembers, but such was not an easy task. Finding someone strong, trustworthy, and willing to become a pirate under the command of a man hellbent on bringing down the World Government was a lot to ask. Regardless, the search was necessary, and time of the essence. As Luther opened the door from below deck, walking out and feeling the cool breeze of the sea for the first time in days, he took a deep breath, feeling his heavy body expand and loosen. The light reflected off his bald head with more shine than ever before. The iron bracers attached to his forearms polished to a shine, his grenade launchers firmly latched on and ready to lay waste to all before him. It was a wonderful feeling, being well armed.

The wind against his skin again was a good feeling; it also confirmed that his skin was still picking up feeling in the right places. A lot of work had gone into his new cybernetics system, making sure he could still feel had taken many years of his research put into effect. Luther looked all around him, making sure his vision was just as clear if not better then when he started. It only took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light. He looked over at Umbert, standing at the railing of the front of the ship. He seemed to be enjoying himself. The thought that Umbert was the only member of Kraken Pirates who met Luther’s expectations for a Grand Line level pirate besides himself was worrying. Regardless, Umbert’s reckless attitude would be perfect for Luther’s current plans. For an island with no marine presence, there wasn’t much of a need for finesse on Umbert’s part, or much demand for Nina’s archery skills on land. There would be a bit of trouble, yes, but nothing on a grand scale. Most of it Luther intended on handling himself.

It wasn’t long before the island was visible in the distance. The waters were relatively calm, and the wind was steady, they would be reaching the shores soon. The large, oddly shaped cloud hanging over the island hadn’t drifted since the island came into view, something that intrigued Luther. The docks were in sight by now, as well as a small building behind them. It was possible that the Krakens ship had already been spotted. Once it was, they would have the option of deciding whether or not the Krakens were a threat worth opening fire on. Having a bounty just over ten million, Luther didn’t consider himself much of a threatening target, but the decision wasn’t his to make. Meanwhile, the doctor emerged from below deck with her quiver and bow. She said she was off to go exploring, and said she’d be back in three days before leaping off the ship, her legs morphing into a tail as she dove into the water. With Nina going on ahead, that left the hairball and the navigator to deal with.

Speaking of which, she should probably know that they had reached the island. Luther walked over to the door that lead below deck and shouted “Gessou Island is in sight, we’ll be landing soon.” Not bothering to squeeze back into the ship, Luther went back to the front of the ship, near Umbert. “I hope you’re not expecting much of a challenge from this place. The people are quiet, there’s no marine presence, and the chances of there being a substantial force on this island are slim.” As Luther stared at the approaching island, he pondered how long he should wait before causing mass destruction. Dragging a sedated man with massive arms would be a bit conspicuous, but not a difficulty. All that Luther had to be weary of was the welcoming committee. Having never visited the island personally, Luther wasn’t sure of how they reacted to pirates. Hopefully they would at least be able to get past with just a few sideways glances. Finally, the docks were mere minutes away. Luther walked over to the mast and began preparing the sails to be taken down. “Let out grand entrance commence.” He said in a low, foreboding tone.
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Umbert continued chugging his ale, one ear listening backwards to Luther's huge frame stomping around the ship. Well, sounds like someone put on a few pounds. Umbert thought amusedly to himself, lowering the bottle from his lips as he finished its contents, and letting out a satisfied gasp, before thoughtlessly throwing the bottle into the sea.

Not long after that, he heard the cyborg's heavy footfalls coming up behind him, and Umbert turned his head from the bland-looking island ahead of them to peer at the captain expectantly.

"Yeah?" He said bluntly. Luther frowned, before giving him the briefing.

“I hope you’re not expecting much of a challenge from this place. The people are quiet, there’s no marine presence, and the chances of there being a substantial force on this island are slim.”

Umbert blinked, looking offended, before finally managing to burst into a frustrated spluttering as his lips, loosened by the constant drinking, failed him at first. Finally, he gathered himself

"Then wha' the hell d'yeh expec' me teh do? Play babysitter fer Miss Stone-Cold over there?" Umbert nodded his head towards the open door leading down into the ship, implying their grey-haired navigator. "Because yeh can ge' lost righ' there."

Luther simply looked ahead at the island, seemingly ignoring Umbert, who scowled even harder. "Oi, tin-man! D'you screw bolts in yer ears when yeh built yer new shiny body? Ah'm talkin' teh you!" Umbert flashed out a hand, banging it on Luther's steel torso expectantly, but he was simply met with a metallic bang, and no reaction from the bald-headed Captain.

Growling, Umbert stormed off to sulk on the far side of the ship, leaning on the railing and grumbling irritably to himself. He wasn't there long, however, before he heard the sail unfurl, and almost immediately after, a voice through a loudspeaker sounded from the dock. As Umbert turned his head, he could see a group of about a dozen local police stood at the end of the jetty they were docking into, clubs at the ready.

"Pirates, remain on your ship, and standby for a search party! This is a mandatory procedure for all non-Navy vessels landing at Gesso Island! Please remain calm!"

Umbert quirked an eyebrow, a sinister grin slowly growing across his face. "Hopefully ah can 'ave some fun after all..."
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Nina leisurely cruised just below the surface of the water, had someone been watching from the shore they might have seen a 'shadow' beneath the water, and if they had sharp eyes perhaps even a glimmer of an exotic blue shade coming from her scales. The water served to wash away some of the tiredness Nina had been experiencing, she'd need a good nights rest but with her nap and swim she should be able to keep going the rest of the day. And for that matter the doctor wouldn't be able to sleep before investigating the island in front of her, she pondered on what could have caused the lack of colour, she could think of a few reasons for the local plant life but as to how that affected the non-organic parts of the island remained a mystery to the doctor.

She'd be getting nowhere without a closer examination anyway. Reaching the shore she put her head above the surface before splitting her tail back into 'legs' and standing up before wading ashore, the mermaid knew from experience that swimming all the way until her tail hit the ground usually wasn't a good idea. It tended to hurt and worst case some of her scales would be torn off and that could sting for hours on end. Stepping up on a pure white beach she were struck by what she already knew, nothing on the island had any colour other than white. All in all there didn't seem to be a whole lot of trees around, only meadows and the occasional shrubbery could be seen further inland.

Walking up along the beach Nina began to search for the kind of herbs that grew close to the sea, soon finding a few specimens that the doctor carefully dug up and put in her backpack. She'd have time to examine them more closely once she got back to her clinic on the ship, but from what she could gather they were the same kind of herbs she were used to finding on a beach. Only they lacked any and all of the colour she would associate with such a herb, that would mean even those herbs whose colour were vital to determining if they were poisonous or not would be the same. An interesting prospect, with that in mind she would just have to find some herbs like that and make a throughout study of them. The same went for plants that developed colour as a way of scaring away animals that would otherwise eat them, if any existed on the island that is.

Walking along the shore she soon found another herb, crouching down she immediately noticed it was the kind that usually grew close to damp caves, that meant one or more caves had to be nearby. After collecting it Nina began looking for that cave, she didn't have to look for long before finding an opening in the ground. A further study of it revealed that it had to be a side opening to a larger complex, strangely it looked like it had originally been too small to get through but something had widened the opening. Could have been an animal of some kind Nina thought to herself, at the same time pulling an arrow out of her quiver. She would of course be exploring the cave but first she had to do some preparations, she would need a source of light before venturing any further.

Going a bit inland she looked for a very specific herb she hoped to find, looking for half an hour or so she eventually found what she were looking for after encountering several other herbs first, of course she hadn't forgotten to collect samples of the other herbs. At least she thought it the right herb, it had the right shape but it was difficult to tell without relying on colour. In any case she used the arrow to dig its roots out of the ground before returning to the cave entrance.

Washing the curiously white soil off the herb and arrow the mermaid then began to rub the roots against the arrowhead, continuing until the root had been ground down to around half its size. She put the remaining roots in her backpack before burying the shaft of the arrow in the sand, so that, the head stuck up. She would have to leave it like that at least twenty minutes in order for the intended effect to take place. Just as Nina stretched up she heard someone whisper behind her, whirling around she saw nothing but the cave entrance and a white bush "That was odd" she spoke aloud, she didn't usually hear things but perhaps the all white environment had begun to affect her psyche or something.

Dismissing the whisper she began to look for more herbs while waiting for time to pass

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Umbert whining and banging on his side certainly hadn't gone unnoticed, but the only reaction Luther could conceive in response as backhanding him across the face, so he chose to simply let it pass. But just as soon as Luther was expecting to dock with no problems, a voice came across a loudspeaker came from the docks. A vein surfaced on Luther's forehead as he could already feel his blood pressure rising. "God... damn it all..." Finishing tying down the sails, Luther approached the front of the ship and saw a group of men standing on the docks, den-den mushi speaker on a foldable table in front of them. "Of course there's a damn welcoming party." This was a serious annoyance, now he had to bother with brushing off an annoying investigation team. With an angry exhale through his nose, Luther considered blowing them out of the water. But meeting opposition before they reached the island would scatter the civilians, and reduce the impact of Luther’s planned demonstration thus defeating the purpose of keeping Alexander hostage all this time. “Umbert, you can have all the fun you want later, but we need to make our demonstration first. You’re not to attack them at this time. We’ll have enough attention drawn to us when we come in with Alexander’s body over my shoulder.” All he needed was to make it with Alexander’s body to an attention drawing position in the town, dispose of Alexander, and they could be on their way.

The ship full of local authority rowed out quickly, approaching the Krakens ship, which was still drifting steadily towards the dock. With a calming breath, Luther approached the edge of the ship, looking down on the small ship approaching his vessel. One of the men stood in the boat and shouted to Luther. “It is necessary for us to come aboard and inspect the ship if you wish to dock here! Don’t try anything suspicious, we’re being watched by men at the dock, and they’ll close off everything if you attack!” Luther merely glared with enough intensity to send a chill up the man’s spine, before replying. “You can come aboard, but I won’t have you going through my ship. We have injured aboard and don’t need you harassing them.” As the ship grew closer, the shouting gradually dulled. “In the very least, we need to come aboard. We’ll see how much inspection needs to be done from there.” Giving a low, deep growl from within his metal body, Luther turned and walked over to the mast, leaning against it as he waited for them to come aboard. A grappling hook was tossed up onto the side of the ship, and a man in a pair of white overalls wearing a white hat came aboard, followed by four similarly dressed men without hats. The apparent leader of the group stepped forward, adjusting his hat. “Welcome to Gessou Island. Despite our humble appearance, we do have laws, that we demand you respect, pirates or not.” Luther stood, his eyes now glowing, hoping the intimidation would speed up the process.

Swallowing, he continued. “My name is Martin Cloverfield, head of the dock force. We watch over the docks and inspect incoming travelers. If you refuse to allow us to search your ship, you will be forced to allow us to inspect everything you bring off the ship and onto the island, and your ship will be under surveillance from the moment you dock until you leave.” Luther said without hesitation “I refuse. What is the explanation behind that cloud above the island?” A bit caught off guard by Luther's rapid response, Martin paused. “We will have to inspect what you take off the ship then… the cloud is the famous Rainbow Cloud that’s the cause of this islands lack of color.” Moving from the heated interrogation part of the introduction to the standard information, Martin calmed. “It’s been above the island for a hundred years now. Every three days it rains, the chemicals in its rain cover everything in white paint. And so, the people horde colorful items indoors, and the only form of currency used on the island is single ounce tubs of paint, or bartering with colorful objects. You may use your beli to purchase paint in the Visitor Center.” Luther’s gaze didn’t move from Martin even for a moment, but he finally spoke.

“When is the next rain scheduled?” Martain replied automatically. “Just rained yesterday, so three more days.” Luther nodded, and then started walking towards Martin. “Then I trust we won’t have any troubles from here.” Martin did his best to match Luther’s glare, despite the fact that he had to look up to stare Luther in the eyes. “I would hope not. We’ll pull your ship the rest of the way into the docks and stand guard. No one will intrude on your ship, but we’ll inspect anyone that gets off.” Luther nodded again, then turned and walked away, towards the door leading below deck. “I’ll get our wounded man then.”
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It was white. The walls were white, the streets were white, the people where white, and the meadows were white. This world was a sad one. There was no color, there was no pleasure, and there was no happiness. Heather arrived upon this Godforsaken island one month prior to this very day. A solitary girl in a solitary ship that was sinking from damage it had received at Reverse Mountain. As the ship struck the whitened shores it slipped away to the bottom of the sea. Heather hopped off the wreck before it fell under the surface. Her legs were weak from the days of travel. She rested for a day upon the shores. It was an odd night to say the least.

The next day Heather would begin her travels on the palette shaped monochromatic retreat. Her first destination would of course be the local town. It was easy to locate, as this island was far from the largest one she had traversed. It took but half a day. Upon reaching the town Heather secured a small living location, more commonly known as an apartment. Heather's food rations were low, her purse was just about empty, and she was without a seafaring vessel. Her journey looked to be doomed, but Heather's powers of optimism were not to be underestimated. She quickly scoured the city from top to bottom to find a form of employment. She found a job working at a construction site. Heather's body was strong and well attuned for carrying the heavy equipment. It helps that the manager mistook her for a boy when he hired her as well. After finding out about her femininity he attempted to remove her, but the other employees went to bat for Heather. She was allowed to work. Heather fought hard with the manager to get a few terms she enjoyed. It was hard but he finally agreed to allow Heather a day off every third day so she could remain indoors and hide from the rain. The work was hard, but it was rewarding. Money would soon find its way into Heather's hands in the form of paint tubes. She began saving up and converting her tubes to beli over time, in hopes to purchase another vessel and finally make her way off this color drained home.

After two solid weeks of working, Heather decided to go and get a ship priced by a local carpenter. The man was large and burly, but his pale complexion made his appearance awkward. A muscular mime was the only thought Heather could muster when looking upon the man. He had a beard, but it was white as snow. His age couldn't be determined through conventional means, and, being the curios girl she was, Heather wanted to know the man's years upon the Earth. So she asked him. The man bellowed a laugh. “What a rude lad you are... Wait... are ye lad or lass?” asked the dwarfed giant of a carpenter. The island renowned color flushed Heather's face with embarrassment. She was definitely upset, and her visage told the carpenter so.

“I'm a girl” piped the, now angry, woman. “I need to know how much a ship capable of crossing these waters would cost” finished Heather. The old carpenter eyed her a moment before shrugging. He had seen far worse off women in his days. It's not like Heather wasn't pretty, she just looked 'boyish' to the man. The carpenter then let out a sigh. He pulled out an old fashioned abacus, the mathematics machine of the ages, and started to perform some mild calculations. A depressed look quickly crossed his face.

“If ye wants a vessel that can cross these waters ye will need to pay up at least 20 million beli, lass. The wood is expensive here because it is rare” said the carpenter with a slight sadness in his tone. He never had many requests for ships on Gesso Island. It was a fairly calm watered place and most ships lasted decades before going into disrepair. It was a strange request but not unheard of. Most folks who ended up stranded on the island never proceeded further than the island's shores. They almost always ended up living the rest of their lives on this color abandoned rock. The island was mostly meadow, and cutting the few trees they did have had been outlawed because of their rarity. The people valued the island's natural state, and they wanted to keep it healthy for as long as possible.

The words of the man struck Heather's heart hard. She couldn't raise those kinds of funds by herself. That would prove to be an impossible challenge, even for her. Heather loves a challenge, but that kind of money would be a lifetime of working as a laborer. She was pretty ignorant of the outside world, but even Heather knew when a challenge was impossible. This left her one option. She would have to join the crew of a passing bounty hunter or marine ship, but it could be months or even years before one comes by. Heather covered her face with her hand for a moment before coming to a conclusion. She would join the next ship that came to port. Whether they be adventurer's, marines, or even pirates Heather would join them. She needed to continue her journey through the Grand Line at all costs, and she would do it as a pirate if she had to.

The girl then returned to working at the construction site in the main square. Every day she would keep her ears open for words of passing ships or the like, hoping for a chance to get off this Godforsaken rock known as Gesso Island. Of course, today would prove most unlucky for Heather. She dropped a steel beam she had been helping transport, and it was badly damaged from the fall. The payment for the beam would come out of her paychecks. It was yet another setback for the girl. To help Heather recover from this mistake, one of her coworkers, a man whose sheer unimportance didn't even allow him to have a name, offered to buy Heather a drink. The guy had had a crush on her for some time, but Heather was rather oblivious to it. He hoped that he could make a good impression on her by offering this... It didn't work. Heather didn't notice the man in the way he had hoped. She did consider his offer though. Heather had never actually drank alcohol before... After that thought crossed her mind she became rather curious. 'What does it taste like' asked the girl to herself. She accepted the man's offer and made her way to the local pub in high spirits again. She was going to have her first beer!

The pub was old and white. It looked graceful from up close. It was weird. The aged building should have looked messy or unclean, but the odd white coloring of the entire island seemed to clean it up. It had a sign on the front that read, “Hopkins' Bar and Grill”. The sign had the picture of a fish on it. Of course the sign was etched in wood, as any painted sign would be washed clear every third day. A nice uplifting music played from inside the grill. The DenDenRadio was turned to channel 97.2, a hip hop and pop channel. It was playing the latest Starzune classic song titled “Thursday”, to the dismay of all the patrons. With this upbeat melody ruining the moods of the locals, anything could happen inside of that pub.

Heather let out a smile as she pushed open the door and entered. An average sized and pasty white construction worker was in tow. He was as giddy as a crack addict during the first snow of the year. He was on his first date, and he would definitely take on anyone who tried to steal her from him.
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Samantha had nearly seen it all. Born and raised as a carpenter on the grand line she grew up amidst the strong men and manual laborers. Thus she became a bit of a strong man and a manual laborer herself. Possessor of the cursed fruit Kami Kami no mi she had proven herself to be a formidable combatant and carpenter. it had been a long while since she was asked to leave water 7 after her drunken rampage. Though she was initially sad t eave her home she ultimately believed it was for the best. A life of adventure on the open seas was the life for her anyway.

She had made her living selling her carpentry skills to various crews that were traveling the grand line. She had eventually made her way back to one of the beginning islands, Gesso Island. She had joined up with a Marine ship, teaching Marine carpenters a bit about what she knew about ship maintenance and repair as well as helping to maintain their battleship. It was her reputation as a freelance carpenter and great strength that allowed her access to a marines ship and destination. their goal was to attempt to establish a Marine presence on the island. She did not care whether they were successful or not, she just felt like traveling the grand line from the beginning instead of hopping island to island. Once she got there she departed their company and purchased a temporary room for herself. the economy was odd, revolving around 1 ounce tubes of paint. But with her kami kami no mi powers she could create all the red hair she wanted so she was never without funds.

She spent most of her time drinking at the bar scanning for rewsshe deemed would be relyable enough to travel with. There were the occasional crews but they were taken care of by the local white gangs fairly quickly. Some of them had even thought to start trouble with her but after a brief scuffle in which she injured a number of them she wound up bartering excess amounts of her grown red hair with them in exchange for them not starting any issues with her. It just so happened it was around her favorite drinking time, that is to say any time when she headed to the bar and ordered the usual barrel of whisky. She had just cashed out an excess amount of red hair for red tubes of paint and she dropped a few ounces of red paint on the counter and ordered the usual.

Scanning the crowd she saw no one of interest until the door swung open. in walked a cute boy, he had a funny walk ad presence, slightly naive, slightly embarrased, and had a killer cute face. he was flanked closely by a white colored laborer. Samantha figured the boy was not interested in him but could easily read the infatuation with the boy. She watched as they sat at the bar, him sitting on her right. Samantha seemlessly slid into the booth to his left and leaned over into his space.

"Sup cutie. You know for a guy you're pretty darn cute. What do you say we ditch this pale stalker and get with a real man." She said confidently placing an arm arund her shoulders and rubbing her right shoulder. The man stood up a bit confused as to why this woman was hitting on the girl he liked and took an aggressive stance towards her.

"Hey the fuc- You can't just, shes mine and I ju-" He was cut off as she placed a hand over his face and pushed against him sending him tumbling over backwards and onto the floor. he stood up and glared but her return glare seemed to paralyze him, he couldn't move a muscle for a few moments as she stared him down. Finally he managed the strength to move and shuffled off. She seemed to refocus her attention on the him.

"So what do you say cutie, can I buy you a drink?" She chuckled placing her arm around her shoulder once again. The bartender sighed knowing this wasn't the first time she had put the moves on some guy or some girl for that matter, though he was a bit confused as to which she was. He would have been upset that Samantha just cost him a sale but he knew she was a good payer, and a hearty tipper so he let it slide.

"So straight bourbon whiskey for you and what for the guy Sam."

"He'll have a mango mambo, I have a feeling he'll enjoy something sweet and flavorful~" she chuckled as she swiveled in her stool and leaned against the bar with her other elbow flashing him a predatory grin.
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Umbert moved up the ship as the police approached, standing beside Luther with an eager grin of anticipation. Apparently having seen his tense, excited stance and reading his intentions, the captain quickly told Umbert to restrain himself for now, to which Umbert let out a disappointed groan, and crossed the ship to lean against the railing whilst the police boarded.

"Eh, they don' even look worth the effor' anyway." He reasoned to himself, grinning like a wild predator at the stern-faced policemen boarding the ship, one by one. In their white overalls, they looks a little like sheep, milling together in a small group. Umbert smirked, thinking of himself as a hungry wolf, eager for his steel teeth to chomp into their flesh.

Umbert idly switched off as Luther and the police chief began to chatter about the island, looking up at the dull grey sky over the island with mild dis-interest. His gaze eventually came to rest on the white-walled town on the shoreline, as he went to take a swig from the bottle of ale, before realizing he'd thrown it in the sea a few minutes ago.

"Ah hope there's a good bar aroun' here. Could do with another cold one." He grumbled to himself. "Ah bet these colourless buggers don't even know what a real coin looks like." He smirked to himself, as he boredly rested his chin in his palms, leaning on the railing as he looked ahead to the dock.

As the ship came into the dock, guided by the police, Umbert's ears pricked up as the gangplank was drawn up to the side of the ship. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and made a beeline for dry land. It wasn't long before he was stopped by a police checkpoint.

"Relinquish your weaponry before you enter the town, pirate." The policeman wrinkled his nostrils slightly as he addressed Umbert. Another policeman came forward with a brown sack, offering it to Umbert who snarled like a wild animal at the suggestion of giving up his weapons.

"Try it, an' you dull-toned coppers will know wha' the colour red looks like." Umbert growled, before shoulder-barging his way through the checkpoint, the sack-wielding policeman more than eager to let him go. The first policeman narrowed his eyes, grimacing at Umbert's back as he stomped off down the road into the town.

"Arm yourselves and follow him. If he gets up to any trouble, don't hesitate to neutralise him. He's been warned." The policeman said, as two of his colleagues followed the disappearing pirate down the street, sniper rifles in tow.

For being so colourless, the town was bustling with life. People pulling carts full of goods were coming from inland to sell their wares in the marketplace, as various stalls lay scattered around, selling gray apples, gray bananas, and an assortment of gray souvenirs for tourists. The air smelt fresh, like the aftermath of a rainfall, which was clear by the murky gray puddles that lay about the streets. Umbert shoved his hands in his pockets, dawdling as he looked around for any sign of a bar. What he couldn't help but notice was how everyone kept staring at him. Gray face after gray face, all with black hair and white and gray clothing. Before too long, Umbert lost his temper.

"Yeh want somethin', buddy?! Eh??" Umbert barked, baring his teeth aggressively at a man and woman, who shied away and quickened their pace down the street past the bristling pirate. Umbert let out a low growl, giving sharp looks to everyone else he passed, most of them avoiding his hostile gaze. Umbert loved the sense of power, thriving off the intimidating feeling of staring people down. He still hadn't clocked why they were all staring at him, but he was more than willing to make them think twice about oggling him.

Eventually, he stepped out into what looked like a town square. A white marble fountain rose up in the centre of a busy marketplace, towering above lines of merchant stalls, selling all manners of dully-coloured produce. The fountain bore the resemblance of a huge whale, water spouting up from its blowhole and running down its back to return to the pool of water around the statue. As Umbert made his way through the makeshift streets of the marketplace, shoulder-barging anyone who got too close, he noticed that the front of the statue appeared to be rough and damaged. He thought he saw some kind of jolly roger chiselled into its face, but he couldn't make it out. Umbert was no artist, but the jolly roger was terribly drawn.

Snorting loudly and spitting a foul glob of saliva on the ground, Umbert turned to his left, and his eyes were immediately met with what he'd been after. The trademark wooden flaps of a saloon met his eyes, with the sign "FINE ALES" above the darkened doorway. What threw him off at first was how the saloon doors blended into the colour of the wall, but he pressed on regardless, eagerly following his nose for booze. After successfully tripping over a dull-clothed drunkard who had blended into the colour of the floor, Umbert entered the tavern, scowling and rubbing his forehead, the wail of a pained drunk woken up from his slumber by a bloody nose a quiet echo outside the flapping doors.

The bar was just as depressing as the rest of the town; grey floors, walls and ceilings were prominent, giving the place the feeling of an asylum cell. The tables, chairs, bar, even the spirit bottles set up in rows behind the grey-faced barman were an opaque gray colour, the same as the patrons, who were dotted around the place in twos and threes. A few people stood by the bar, and what caught Umbert's eye was that two of them actually wore some colour; one woman had blonde-brown hair, whilst the other, more muscular one had hers in a spiky blue cut. Letting out a groan of barely-withheld misery at the boredom of the whole place, Umbert moved towards the alcohol.

As he made his way in, heads began to turn, staring in suspicion at the brightly-coloured pirate walking in the door, his red t-shirt emblazoned with a black fist. The quiet chink-chink-chink of his belted axes as he walked didn't help to quiet anyone's concerns. By the time Umbert had reached the bar, the place had quietened down to a mere whisper, most of the heads turned to him. Finally turning to address them, Umbert made his irritation clear.

"Wha's with all you dull-coloured bastards? Never seen a feckin' human bein' before?" He barked, dropping his hands lazily onto the hilts of his axes as his eyes scrutinized every watching patron, most of them quickly turning back to their own business.

"Crazy feckers. Barkeep, wha' yeh got in this pit? An' don' give me tha' sake crap. A real drink fer me." Umbert called, catching the barkeeper's attention with a wave of one hand as he hopped up onto a barstool, leaning on the grey surface with his forearms.

Looking down the bar to the trio with the more interesting hair, Umbert made the first gesture. "Oi, yer the firs' colour ah've seen in this dump. Either of yeh goin' teh tell me why everyone's so freakin' miserable?"

Outside, the two soldiers took up positions on either side of the square, watching the saloon building. One to the right of the bar watched the front door from a second-storey window, whilst the other kept tabs on the back enterance from the roof of a bungalow on the left-hand side of the saloon door.

"We're in position. The pirate is in the bar in town centre. The Monochrome Monkey. We'll keep you posted. Over and out."
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The herb searching proved quite successful, the meadows of the island had a plethora of various herbs and plants. All of them were white though, but for all intents and purposes they seemed to have all the right abilities and properties so Nina collected them nevertheless. She hadn't had time to properly refill her herb collection in quite a while so this opportunity could not go to waste. As it ended up she spent far more than twenty minutes happily collecting herbs while humming on a song she would never sing while someone else was present, not because it was inappropriate but because she just didn't sing while others heard. On that note she had first heard a piece of the song sung by umbert in a drunken state, and had since pieced together her own version using the names of her crew in suitable spots. The piece amused her and that's that.

Checking the sun she realized the gathering had gone on for almost a full hour. Finishing with taking the leaves from her current herb target she then put her 'harvest' in her backpack before returning to the cave opening, retrieving the arrow once she arrived. Looking at it she couldn't tell if her treatment of it had succeeded before heading into a dark area. That herb she had found were known for producing a highly luminous sap with the correct preparation. From what she had gathered from books on the subject sunlight was the determining factor in kicking the natural reaction in gear and make the thing glow in the dark. Apparently it had something to do with attracting certain insects that could spread the pollen of it's flowers. But that phenomenon did only occur on a monthly basis, that's why she had used the roots of the herb. The substance that caused the flowers to glow were formed there and could be brought out if you knew how.

Approaching the small opening the mermaid thought she heard another whisper, this time just outside her sphere of hearing. It was at a point where she could easily think it her overactive imagination. Especially since there were no one around, while she didn't dismiss the issue completely the oddity put her on edge as she crawled through the cave entrance and began her decent. The arrow she held in front of her emitted a pure white glow that were just barely enough to see what lay ahead. Crawling through a tunnel just barely large enough for someone of her own timid size to squeeze through she spared a thought on Luther, his bulky form would have gotten stuck before getting two metres in this tunnel.

After crawling for a few minutes she emerged in what looked to be a larger pathway. Getting up on her feet she looked around, feeling a slight draft coming from one end of the tunnel. That must be the way to the surface, not that she were interested in going that way at the moment. Yet she still memorized it for when she were done exploring this cave system. The second thing she noticed were that The entire tunnel seemed to be quite humid, and it held a certain kind of heat you just didn't find on the surface. Her eyes were also starting to get used to the low level of light her 'glowstick' produced. Yet again she heard something at the edge of hearing, this time some kind of shuffling noise, almost as if someone were drawing a card from a deck. Looking around she did not see anything other than a few stray rocks and the walls of the cave itself.

Turning toward where the wind blew she began to slowly make her way down the path, keeping her sharp eyes on the lookout for any interesting herbs or for that matter anything that might further her medical stock. She knew the grand line contained a plethora of rare and interesting species not commonly found in the blues. While her own memories were contained to what she had seen on the ship she lived on in her youth that alone was enough to have a certain amount of knowledge. But then again nothing was like confirming what you knew in theory with your own two eyes, and in this case that meant tracking down whatever interesting plant she could get her hands on.

Her keen eyes soon spotted a curious looking mushroom, walking up to it she bent down in order to get a closer look of it, It was pure white like the rest of the island although this species of mushroom were white by default. That was what made it interesting, she wondered if naturally white plants had any change in its properties due to the change of the rest of the island. For she were now certain that it had been a change at some point, a lot of the herbs she had collected were the exact same as what she had seen elsewhere, only they were white. Something must have happened on the island to make everything white. Perhaps something in the large cloud above had caused it? for she could think of no other catalyst that would cover all of the island. That made her exploration of the caves all that more interesting, if she got deep enough to a point where the rail would not reach, would there be colour?

Carefully collecting the mushroom for later study she added it to her growing collection before continuing Down the tunnel. Soon reaching an intersection, She carefully scratched the arrowhead against the tunnel she had just emerged from, leaving a slightly glowing mark. Getting lost was not on the Doctors to-do list. Looking around she confirmed that one of the tunnels went further down while the other two seemed to be about level with each others. She took the right turn as that was the one leading further down, she increased her pace slightly as there didn't seem to be an awful lot of vegetation to take samples of. That in itself was something of an oddity, a humid place like this should have plenty of plantlife, mostly various mushrooms and certain kinds of moss but the almost complete lack of it were disturbing.

As she moved further down the mermaid encountered more intersections, each time scratching glowing mark and picking the path that took her further down, be it a large and easily walkable tunnel or a small and cramped barely passable space. Having switched path almost a dozen times Nina eventually emerged in a much larger 'room' Finding herself standing on top of what seemed to be an underground cliff inside a cavern large enough that her light wasn't nearly enough to see the walls or even roof for that matter.

Looking for a way down the mermaid doctor walked along the edge of the cliff for a while before finding a section that looked like it could be climbed. Sliding her feet off the edge she took a firm hold in a crevice before slowly and carefully making her way down, one step at a time and always making sure she had a safe hold before lifting her feet, plummeting to her own death wasn't on her to-do list either. About halfway down she spotted what looked like a cave living herb, of course she couldn't ignore it so she made her way over to it before very carefully pulling it out from where it grew, roots and all. Still using one hand she opened her backpack and put it in. Just as she were to resume climbing the infernal whisper returned, this time at a level somewhere in between what she had heard at the entrance and the shuffling one later. Frankly it were far more unsettling in her current location than anywhere else, especially since it would be impossible for anyone to be close enough to her for the whisper to be audible without being seen.

Being able to do nothing else she ignored it and continued on her way down, reaching the bottom without further incident. Letting go of the cliff with a sigh of relief she retrieved the arrow from her quiver where she had put it prior to climbing down. Using it she scratched another glowing mark on the cliff, so she wouldn't have to look for the way up again. Turning around she heard yet another sound, however this one seemed more natural, it was the sound of flowing water.
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And so the moment of truth was upon them. On this day the Kraken Pirates would risk everything and take a public stand against the World Government. While the idea made Luther's blood boil with excitement, any positive feelings he had towards the situation were grossly overshadowed by his feelings of dread. He knew too well all the things that could go wrong in a situation like this. If there were a marine ship so much as passing by the island they could have marine presence on their hands faster than they could escape. Once their demonstration was made and Alexander disposed of, they would have little time to waste. Being so shorthanded put Luther in a situation he felt very uncomfortable in. He liked his plans to be airtight and free of missing elements or holes on logic, but even a master strategist was forced to work with what he has, and Luther lacked the capital to fight off a heavy marine presence. His mind returned to the world around him as he stood before the open closet door in the hallway of his ship, looking down on the still unconscious Bounty Hunter hostage before him. "Time to go, Alexander."

Grabbing Alexander by his shoulders and hoisting him onto his shoulder, Luther made his way above deck. After only a few steps, Alexander came to consciousness and whispered "You'll burn for this Wilson. You're going to have your eyes scooped out and fed to the birds when Mendel sets his sights on you." Luther walked onwards, apparently unaffected by Alexander's foreboding comment. Until they reached the staircase and Luther faked a loss of balance as an excuse to stumble and swing Alexander's head into the wooden wall of the ship. With Alexander cursing under his breath, Luther carried on up the stairs. Upon exiting, the suited men were busy trying to harass Umbert, but jumped a bit upon seeing Luther carrying the seemingly lifeless man. One of the men looked at Alexander with terrible grief. "Is... is he..."

"I'm still alive!" Barked Alexander with the last of his resilience. As Luther passed by, he was approached by the man with the brown bag, but Luther waved his hand dismissively before the man had a chance to speak. "Consider my answer to be the same as his. My weapons are part of my body, consider that a warning as well. I don't take kindly to being spied on." And with that Luther took a huge leap from the ship, startling the men who could feel the wood bending under his weight to suddenly see Luther take off. He landed with a loud thud, accompanied by the sound of straining springs, a few steps behind Umbert. "We'll certainly be followed from here, but all that matters is finding a suitable location for the demonstration, then we can slowly move into gathering what we need." With the doctor away, using Umbert to help get things ready was all Luther had to do. Finding the proper location and then attracting attention would be an easy task for Luther and Umbert to accomplish.

Up ahead was the Vistor Center, where they would be trading in their useless beli and anything of color they were willing to trade for paint. It seemed a ludicrous currency, but whatever was necessary. It's not like he was there to point out how stupid an idea it was to use heavy, cumbersome tubes of paint as currency. The center was a small building with double doors on the front. Through the windows one could see the onslaught of bright neon colors that would surely blind them upon entering. With a sigh, Luther opened the door, and felt he need to shield his eyes. The colors so bright and gaudy attacked his retinas without mercy. As his eyes adjusted, he could see there were a lot of bright, but well done paintings adorning the walls. Such art could be appreciated if one was willing to endure the neon.

Scanning the room, Luther saw one man, an elderly man with thinning white hair wearing a bright neon green poncho, sitting at a stool. He was painting a picture of a mountain, using only bright colors, A shining blue sea, bright neon sun, and shimmering silver mountains. "More travelers?" Said the old man as he turned on his stool, nearly falling backwards from it as he saw the tall, shirtless bald man carrying a body over his shoulder. He slowly moved to his feet, most likely thinking of how great the distance between him and the door was, when Luther spoke reassuringly. "We're here to exchange our money so that we can buy things in town, including medicine for our wounded." The man looked at the body over Luther's shoulder as it moved just enough to show it still had life in it. "I see... My name is Ultramarine, I'll be able to take your valuables and beli and give you compensation in return." Luther nodded and stepped forward, reaching into Alexander’s pocket and pulling out a wallet. “Our friend here wants to exchange all of his money as well.” A quiet “fuck you” was heard from Alexander as Luther walked over to the counter and laid down the wallet, also pulling out his own wallet to lay out some funds. He also retrieved his red striped shirt, which was tucked into his back pants pocket, now too small to fit his torso. He had managed to find better fitting pants for his new size but strangely not a shirt. That would be on his to do list for the island.

Ultramarine went behind the counter and sat down as Luther pulled out his money and put away his wallet. “We’ll trade the wallet itself too. For however much the brown leather is worth.” Said Luther as he slid forward Alexander’s wallet. Ultramarine took the wallet and the shirt and began examining them to judge their color quality. “Hmmm… Alright, I’ll cut you a fair deal for them. The red is what’s most vibrant, so that should fetch the best price.”
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