Sparks of the Tempest [Baltoh/ Felix]

[Blaka]

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With a loud groan, Baltoh Hoxmarch opened his eyes. The sun was standing high, it had to be almost noon. Had he really slept that long? Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he yawned loud and extensive. It was rare for the moray-fishman to get a good night sleep lately, too many things were hunting him in his nightmares.
For a few seconds, he stayed where he was, lying on the Impaler's warm back as it floated across the ocean. The Impaler was Baltoh's pet, a giant black narwhal carrying him across the seas of the West Blue.
The relaxing sounds of the waves were music in Baltoh's ears as he observed the few clouds in the sky being dragged along by the fresh breeze. Today could be a good day. Maybe they would finally reach and island?

In the corner of right eye he caught the glimpse of a single black cloud. Not minding it at first, he followed it with his eyes as it hovered above him. I wonder he thought what is it doing here?
The moment he though that, the black cloud suddenly began to expand. Within seconds it grew bigger and bigger until it covered the entire sky completely and didn't seem to stop there.
Frozen in confusion and terror, Baltoh stayed where he was, staring up. He noticed that he couldn't move even as he tried and couldn't open his mouth either. Then he heard it. A horrifying thunder made the world around the young Wotan tremble. Breathing heavily, he tried to crawl into a fetal position as was his usual measure during a thunderstorm, but he still couldn't even lift a finger!
Suddenly, a bright red gleaming appeared above the thick black clouds. It got brighter and brighter, as if something was falling down. The giant fishman roared in panic the moment said something broke through the clouds and descended further towards him. It was a red glowing humanoid figure with giant white wings, a blazing body and large demonic black horns. In his hands, it held a seashell that was constantly shooting huge fireballs, which shot out of the shell, then started circling around their apparent master. The heat coming from the demonic figure was unbearable. Baltoh took a deep breath and roared a second time, as loud as he could.

That made him open his eyes. The sun was giving off a warm orange light as it crawled up from the horizon. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he yawned loud and extensive. At least he had slept till dawn. That was almost unheard of. For a few seconds, he stayed where he was, lying on the Impaler's warm back as it floated across the ocean. Barely audible, the relaxing sounds of the waves mixed with the sounds of a human settlement: Shouting, doors being opened and closed, wheels rumbling over rocky streets. The smell of roasted meat made it into the giant bounty hunter's nose. Real Food! An Island! Finally!

Baltoh raised his head to look where the Impaler was headed. Indeed, in the distance was a dock, a couple of merchant brigs and a few blue Marine vessels were anchoring there. Behind the ships, he could see the houses of the town, all of them at least two or three stories high in the air, topped off with slooping roofs. None of them were of the same colour, every single one of them was different. From above, the town had to look like a bag of candies.
And then there was the Marine Base: Fort Stanley, it said in big letters on the tower. Now Baltoh knew where he was. This had to be Winchester Island, the famous isle cut in half by a massive wall, cutting the civilians of from the nasty lawless side of the Island. Apparently, the Impaler had brought him to the East shore, where the civilized inhabitants lived. A lucky event, he would get something to eat and ask for the local bountyletters, then go and see a few people on the West side of the island to take them to the Fort for money.
Not many people were wandering around, it was barely morning after all. A good thing, most people used to stare at a 450cm tall blue fishman with hundreds of scars all over his body. Not to mention the Impaler who had drawn the attention of a few fishermen out for a seaking before.

"Hey buddy" Baltoh patted his ride on the back.
"OOOOOUUUEEEE!" was the response.
"I'll be out for a while, hide underwater for the day will you?" With these words, the bald bounty hunter jumped on his feet and from there dove into the water in a single fluent motion.
An agreeing "OOOOOUUUEEE!" was all he heard as he pushed himself away from the narwhal towards the docks.

[toshisama]

As Baltoh approached the docks of the island, he'd see a few humans and such running about the docks, early risers who came into work around this time. In addition to them there was one lone fishman but unlike the humans who appeared to actually be working, this guy was sitting at one of the ends of the dock with what appeared to be a fishing rod in his hands. It was already strange seeing a fishman fishing, but what was even stranger was that it was an archerfish doing the fishing. 

The humans that happen to be around this man mutter from time to time about him, though he doesn't appear to be in their way so they don't directly bother him. He did cause quite the stir when he arrived on the island though, since it wasn't everyday someone saw a fishman here. He actually got stopped by a few marines when he arrived too. They told him he couldn't go into the town in which Felix simply shrugged "I wasn't planning to go in anyway, I just want to fish. There's plenty of fish around this area. Some it looks like i've never gotten to try before."

"So if anything I plan to stay near the docks. Besides i'm no pirate" The marines exchange glances for a second, you could never know about those fishmen, even the ones that properly looked like they could be harmless were possibly dangerous. "Hmmmm, if you do go into the town, we'll be keeping an eye on you fishman." The one on the left states. "By we, do you mean other marines? I'm sure your group specifically is stationed to protect this area."

"That's none of your business fishman" The one on the right responds. Felix shakes his head with a mild chuckle "Well anyway, i'm going over there, you'd know if i'm going into town, do whatever it is you guys do even through you really have nothing to worry about from little old me. He lumbers away at this point, looking for a suitable place on the docks to sit. He reaches behind him and pulls out the fishing rod that he had on his back, casting it into the water and then proceeds to wait.

[Blaka]

Baltoh caught quite a few surprised and even frightened looks as his giant hands grabbed the wooden planks of the docks. With a loud "HYA!", he pulled himself up. A decent amount of water came up with him and created a huge puddle in the streets in front of him. As the rest of the Wotan's body surfaced, he earned shrieks and gasps from the passersby who all made sure to immediatly leave the scene.

The giant fishman shook his head and adjusted his jacket before pushing himself even further up and landing on his feet. The dock creaked dangerously under his weight but thankfully stayed intact. Looking left and right he noticed what his rise into the streets had done to the citizens. Only three figures were still around. One was sitting with his fishing rot at a considerable distance, the other two quickly approached the new visitor.
Marines.
"Hey, you there!", shouted one of them as he came close enough for Baltoh to hear him. Baltoh couldn't know but the two were more than a little concerned at the sudden appearance of two fishmen in a row "Can't you see what you did there? We have to clean this up now!"
The Marines suddenly stopped two meters in front of the fishman as their boots and socks would have gotten drenched in the puddle the guy was standing in.
"Rovahahahaha!" laughed the Wotan, a sound that made the two men shudder and back off two or three steps "You guys are the cleaning crew now?", he grinned down on them. The larger of the two was barely as tall Baltoh's thigh. "Let me help with that."

The soldiers backed off even further as the huge moray-man bend down and dipped his palm into the puddle. What he was about to do was usually reserved for combat but it would do just fine for this purpose. He tightened his muscles, then pushed his hand through the water with as much force as he could.
"Luoda Alas!"
Almost all of the water on the ground was hurled with incredible force back into the ocean where it came from, making a terrifying rush sound in the process. Now, all that was left was giant wet mark on the pavement that would dry away within half an hour.
"A guard having to waste time to get a mop! The safety of the people would be in danger!" laughed Baltoh and simple stomped past the shivering two, who didn't say anything anymore. They were too focused on keeping a straight face and posture.

The giant fishmen only took a few steps before he remembered something. He turned his head around just enough so his right eye on the side of his skull could see the Marines.
"They must have wasted a lot of time doing that on the other side of the wall, huh?", he murmured "I'm headed over there, one of you is bound to have an up to date bounty list."
"Of course I have, mister!", responded the smaller one "But civilians aren't supposed to go over there!"

"Huuuh?" Baltoh turned around completely, making the man immediatly regret what he said "Do I look like a normal civilian to you? Give me the damn list, would you!"
"Sorry, here you go mister."
The Marine grabbed a role of paper out of his trouser's pocket and threw it in the bounty hunter's open hand.
The blue-skinned hunter rolled it open and browsed the different bounty letters. While doing so, he mouthed the names he was reading.
"29 Million Beri 'Plaguelord' Tauti Vihanta... 105 Milion Beri 'Collector' Surma Musta...15 Milion Beri 'Warchief' Sota Punaisuus... 37 Milion Beri 'Hungry' Halu Ruskea..." All of them were well known West Blue criminals, none with a bounty below 10 Million. Big prizes to take. Some even way too high to still be around in the Blues. The Collector for example had probably just been seen last in the West before carrying on to the Grand Line. Not something Baltoh planned on doing for now. Even though he was big, the Wotan knew what kind of people were roaming that sea. Just the thought of what his little brother had been able to do last year made him lose his grin. The Warchief sounded more in his realm of possibilities.

He rolled the bounty letters back together and hurled them back at the Marine he got them from. "Right, I'll let you know when I see one of them. Have a good day not wasting time for now!"
With these words he turned around and stomped away, in the direction of the one other guy that hadn't run away when the Wotan rose out of the ocean. As he got closer he saw why: Another fishman. He hadn't seen another fishman since...well since his little brother last year but before that it must have been over 10 years now!
"Hi there!", he yelled over to the fisherman "Rare to meet one of your own so far from home!"