Severing Ties {Green Hair Pirates only}

[❰ Misha ❱]

The sky was dyed in a deep hypnotizing blue. Small herds of lonesome clouds drifted smoothly within its seemingly never ending embrace, free to wander wherever they please. The sea was calm, the waves gently brushing against the prow of a lone navy ship, sailing far away from where it had been stolen by two men after a narrow escape from the jaws of death.

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Auron sat quietly at the front of the ship, a borrowed pair of binoculars firmly in hand. He scanned over and over for anything that might lead them to a safe haven. Everything was silent, save for the hush of the waves and the flocks of seagulls.

No island appeared within his vision. Nothing where they might find reserve and information. They'd been traveling for a while after they'd stolen the ship. It was comforting to know they wouldn't die from hunger on the ship. It was stocked for what looked to be several weeks worth of supplies for about 50 to 100 men. If they were conservative, it would last Auron and Edison a few monthes.

The stock of food available consisted of large caches of meat and vegetables with a small supply of fruits available.

About an hour after they first hijacked the ship, Auron had raided the meat cache for a nice large cut of prime rib meat. He'd attempted to cook it well done, but he truly was not cut out for cooking. The experience ended badly, both for him and the kitchen. The black scorch marks above the stove would forever remind him how bad his dexterity and cooking skills truly were for as long as they stuck in his memory. If they were ever caught by the marines, the chefs of the ship would most likely murder him before the trained marines could.

Auron paused in his train of thought to ponder over a random detail.
= "I wonder if Edison can cook?" Auron wondered, putting down his binoculars briefly to think over it. After the disaster with the stove, he'd contented himself with some vegetables, but it made him long for the filling taste and flavor that he'd grown to love.

Just as Auron pondered this dilemma, he spotted what appeared to be a large island hanging in the distance. Auron picked up the pair of binoculars that he'd discarded and brought them up to amplify his gaze once more. It was a large island that stood a small distance away from their ship and drifted subtly closer as the waves bounced the ship a little.

Auron smiled and placed the binoculars back down on the deck.

[darthlegolas]

Ah, finally on the high seas. This was what Edison had dreamed of all his life. And he was on a ship with a Devil Fruit user. What could be more fun? Now Edison had all the time in the world to examine the strange specimen that was Auron. What were Devil Fruit users really like? Was there an inner turmoil between their humanity and the devil inside?

All Edison had learned so far was that Devil Fruit users couldn’t cook. This kitchen was a complete disaster now. Granted, Edison was no chef by any standards, but at least he knew how to not ruin a kitchen. The kitchen was full of tools, and Edison took care of tools. He washed his tools every day, which was more often than he washed his own face. Edison looked at his reflection in a bowl of water and realized that it had been quite a while since he had washed his face. In fact, he looked like an old man! Taking some of the water and a towel, Edison cleaned his face off. There. Now he didn’t look like he had wrinkles in his skin anymore. Well…he still had wrinkles, but they were from fat, not from age.

Edison quickly made himself a cabbage sandwich and walked up to the deck of the ship to see what Auron was up to. Taking a bite of his crunchy cabbage sandwich, Edison let out an“Mmmmmmm.” Auron was busy looking at the island they were approaching. Edison lowered his monocle to get a better look at the island. “So, this will be the first stop of the Green Hair Pirates. Any idea which island it is?”

[frightzero]

Victor was already in a foul mood. He had been off the ship that had taken him from Mariejoa for maybe half an hour and he already wanted to get off the island. When he had first escaped the only place he could think of going was back home, but now that he was actually here memories had kept flooding back and each one wanted to make him leave this place far behind. As he walked around even the slightest sights or smells brought him back to ten years ago when he was happily living with his father. He even recognized some of the older adults as they had not aged to much and that made him furious. They had all been there that day his father had died and they had done nothing. They were there when he was dragged away from home and they still did nothing.

His noticed his hand had subconsciously moved and was now clutching the place where his slave mark was hidden underneath his shirt. Victor knew that he had to leave but before that he had a few things he needed to do. One such thing was find out whatever happened to his old home. As he grew up in Mariejoa over the years he constantly wondered if the town had sold their house or just left it there. He knew they had no reason to leave it alone as no one would be there anymore, his father was dead, he was living his life as a slave, and no one knew what had happened to his mother. He had to know though. Victor decided to make it his first stop during his short visit.

He turned and walked down a nearby side street, trying to avoid as many people as possible, and hurried his pace. There was one thing he was grateful for, in all his time away he never once forgot the cities layout. After a short time he turned onto a bigger and more crowded street and tried his best not to be noticed. He had thought he had done a decent job avoiding everyone when he felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw an older man, probably as old as his late father would be, who wore a surprised and confused look on his face. He tried his best to remember the man but he was unaware if they had ever met.

"I'm sorry to disturb you son but I need to know," The old man said. His voice carried a tone that Victor could not quite determine. It sounded like both dread and possibly shame. Before he had time to dwell on it the man continued. "I had a friend along time ago who has now passed on. That man had a son who was taken from here. You remind me alot of him. Would you happen to be....Victor?" When the man spoke Victor's name he seemed muffled and quiet. It sounded like actually saying his name hurt the man.

"No, I'm not." Victor said as he started walking away. "And even so, If you truly were that mans friend you wouldn't have sat around and watched him get shot and killed." Victor saw the man's face suddenly drop in shock. Before the man had a chance to respond Victor turned away and continued on. He knew who the man was but he was to angry now to talk with anyone. The man's name was Roland and had worked with his father when he was younger. He had also been the one to take them out to sea when Victor was first learning to navigate. Now Victor was furious by the fact he had just called his father a friend. Victor remembered seeing Roland there the day his father was shot and he, like the rest of the town, did nothing. He would be glad to see his house and finally find away off this rock.

[❰ Misha ❱]

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Auron shrugged a little at the question.
- "Not a clue. I would've liked to have brought a map with me, but I didn't have the time to grab or buy one. At the moment, I don't think it matters what island it is, whether its bad or good, I need to find information so we're stopping here." Auron said calmly as he walked to the side where the anchor was kept.

As Auron grasped the anchor and carried it over to the other side, he placed it down on the side and his mind went through more thoughts.
- "The chances of finding information here might be slim though, but even if thats so, than we can always just raid the place and get some money and valuables for our troubles. I saw a huge mountain on the island, it might be worth the delay if we find something." Auron said as he continued to prepare for docking. [/ul]

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[/color] The nameless marine questioned to the steward.

"No sir, the next shipment isn't due for a couple of weeks." The steward promptly answered, saluting the man.

"What the..!" Another marine also looking from the top of the same tower also yelled in brief shock. "I only see two people on-board the deck sir and none of them are in navy uniform!" he shouted at the other marine.

"What!" the marine shockingly yelled, "There is only one explanation for that; That ship must've been stolen!" The marine quickly deduced.

"What should we do sir? It looks like they're going to dock on the island!" the lesser marine questioned. The older marine lowered his binoculars and thought carefully. "Let them dock, but have the men arrest them immediately, as soon as they drop anchor. Stealing a navy ship is no small crime, assume they are armed and dangerous so tell the men to prepare for battle." He commanded before the marine saluted him and ran off. [/ul]

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[darthlegolas]

Edison finished his cabbage sandwich and licked his fingers. “These marines sure eat in style. We should be able to live for quite a while off of these rations, assuming they don’t mold. I once bought some muffins on sale, only to realize that they had a layer of black mold growing on the bottoms. The store owner had wanted to get rid of them, so he sold them for half-price. The tops of the muffins were still good though. Say, that reminds me. If we’re going to keep travelling around, looking for your sister and such, we’re going to need a navigator. Someone needs to know where we’re going and warn us about moldy muffins. They have to be someone with lots of worldly knowledge, who’s been to many distant places around the world.”

As the ship approached the docks, Edison wondered how the populace would react to having two very un-marine people jump off of a marine ship. The piracy would be obvious, unless there was some way to fool them. In any case, Auron was strong enough to take out anybody who had a problem with them. This island didn’t seem to be as fortified as the Holy Remunun Empire. Even if they lost their ship, they could always steal another.
Perhaps they could sell their ship to a larger band of pirates, line their pockets with gold, and find a nice small ship that would be less noticeable.
As they came to the docks and Auron jumped off the ship, Edison followed. Nobody but marines would dare to touch the vessel. “What’s the plan for the ship?” Edison asked.

[frightzero]

Victor stood silently gazing at what used to be his old home. It was a typical wooden house for Shivre In, a small dwelling built on a wooden platform connected to the mountain. It was only four small rooms, a bed room for Victor, one for his father, the main room, and the map room where they had worked. The house was in disrepair to Victors surprise, apparently it was never sold. The roof had a few holes in it and a window was cracked and broken. Many of the walls had been written and drawn on but from the looks of it no one ever actually went inside. As he stood in silence Victor felt a mix of emotions take over him. The first thing he felt was pure joy at finally seeing his home again after so many years. The he suddenly felt a rush of anger at those that had dared to vandalize it. Victor was about to walk in when he felt something wet and warm roll down his cheek, a single tear. He did not care about what people had done to it, it was still here and he was thrilled to see it.

Victor wiped away the tear and walked inside. As he pushed open the door it protested for a moment not wanting to move but then quickly gave way with a loud screech echoing from the hinges. His eyes had to adjust to the lack of light for a moment as Victor felt around for the oil lantern that they had kept by the door. It only took him a moment to find it and as he lit it the room became bathed in light. He looked around and the first thing he saw was that nothing had been moved out of place in the ten long year that he had been away. The second thing he noticed was that because no one had been in it there was a thick layer of dust that covered everything. He stood still for a moment. lost in thought. He remembered sitting down for dinner with his father at the table, relaxing at night on the couch, sneaking food at night when it was obvious his father always knew.

He snapped back to reality and thought to himself, "I need to hurry up. I need some cash and the maps, then I can get out of here at last." As he finished his thought he headed straight for his fathers room. When he walked in he immediately went to the wardrobe where and took his fathers backpack from it. With that in hand he then went to his fathers bed and raised up the mattress. Underneath he found a small sum of beri only equaling up to about 500. His father had called it their "rainy day" fund. But victor planned on using it to get off the Island. As he walked to the door out of the room he paused for a moment and spoke softly, "Thank you dad. I promise I will avenge you." As he wiped away another tear he walked over to the map room where they used to work for countless hours. When he walked in he looked at the two sides of the room. On one side was his fathers desk and shelves full of well drawn maps of all over the North Blue. On the other side was Victors desk which was lined with poorly drawn maps. He had gotten better over the years thanks to Saint Lorn. If the maps were not absolutely perfect he would have gotten many beatings so it forced him to improve. He decided to take the maps his father had drawn to honor his memory.

Once Victor had grabbed all the maps that he had wanted he decided on one last thing. He wanted to leave his old life behind and not come back here. So he decided he best make it so that it was impossible to come back. Victor went outside and placed the backpack down near by. He then went back to the map room and took an armload of old maps he had drawn and dropped them in the corner of the main room. He then proceeded to push the table over into the corner and had it on top of the maps. He walked over to the door to the outside with the oil lantern in his hand. He stood in the doorway and looked over into the corner.

"Kindling, check. Fuel for the fire, check. Now for the spark," Victor said to himself. He paused for a brief moment and then threw the lantern at the corner where the maps and table where and watched it spiral through the air until it shattered on on the floor under the table. In a split second the maps had caught and the table began to burn. Victor turned and walked outside to his bag before watching the fire spread. When outside he picked up his bag and threw it on before turning back too look at his house. It was now a raging inferno, but he had not been thinking about one thing, the houses where all built on wooden platforms. To his surprise he watched as the fire spread slowly engulfing both the ground and a nearby house. He shrugged and felt that the people of this town deserved it anyway.

"Now then," He said as he left the now spreading fire. "Where to go from here."

[❰ Misha ❱]

(OOC: Okay than. First things first. In the previous plot with Zack, we had planned on using a few marines as NPCs for the main bosses. Since we never got to use them, they will be the main bosses for this plot. The characters who will be on the island are: Matsu Kamisuke and Commander Billken. The plot...well, we'll just run with it for now.

Auron walked calmly down the boardwalk, aware of every inching step he took. It was an uneasy feeling. Aside from the casual noisy townspeople, nobody came out to greet them.

“What’s the plan for the ship?” Edison asked.

Auron looked back at the marine vessel and was forced to make a decision.
- "We can't leave it undefended. Its too vulnerable, either one of us has to stay and protect it or we abandon it altogether. For some reason I can't shake the uneasy feeling that...."

Suddenly, a large number of marines emerged from the tower nearby and surrounded them. Each held a common rifle in hand and pointed right at them. One tall man stood in the middle however.

The circle closed in slowly on them, none of the marines speaking at all, almost robotically. The tall man in the center finally spoke, "Surrender now. This doesn't have to be bloody. Don't think you can just walk in here on a stolen marine ship and think we would be so lax as to allow it." the man threatened loudly.

Keeping calm and collected, Auron gazed around. It would be a simple task to just destroy them all with his Devil Fruit. He was more than a match for this small band of cannonfodder and it would be a simple matter to just kill them all. The cold-hearted part of Auron longed to just end it here. The marines wouldn't be able to do a single thing about it since he was invulnerable to bullet shots and they were unaware he had a Devil Fruit.

= "Than again.." Auron thought, the level-headed side of him thinking of a way out of this situation.
= "It might cause a bit of a panic to just obliterate the marines right now with so many people watching. If we escaped, than we can search for information without being completely feared and recapture the ship when we've gotten the information. Plus, Edison mentioned a navigator. Now might be as good a place as any to find one."

Auron took a step backwards and whispered to Edison through the side of his mouth.
- "What do you think? If I annihilate them right here, we might lose our chance to find a navigator as well as the information. We can recapture the ship when we're ready to leave, though it'll be in marine hands until we finish."

[darthlegolas]

Suddenly, Edison and Auron were surrounded by some standard-issue marines. Their uniforms were spotless and the men themselves looked like they had just finished their basic training. They were nothing special alone, but in large numbers like this they were to be feared. Edison knew that if he were in this fight alone, he would be a dead man. However, with Auron at his side, he was confident in their victory. None of the marines that Edison saw had those magical sea-stone weapons that took away Devil Fruit Powers.

Still, Auron had a point. Slaughtering a few dozen marines would surely cause a panic. That would make it more difficult to recruit crew members and gather supplies and information. They would have very little time to accomplish these tasks before a competent marine crew was sent to deal with them.

The ship itself wasn’t that important to Edison. Any sea-worthy craft would suffice for their ventures. The marines could take it, for all he cared. They would just steal another one later.

Edison whispered to Auron out of the side of his mouth. “Perhaps a little negotiation is in order.”

Stepping forward, Edison assumed a much more formal stance, imitating the posture of a marine captain. He looked at the tall man through thin, judgmental eyes. “Hmm. Your encirclement was executed well enough, but your timing was far too slow. I’m afraid I’m going to have to dock you a few points for that. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Jam, an agent of CP 2. This is my temporary first mate, seaman Kagami. We have been assigned the duty of testing the quality of the marine bases in the North Blue. So far, I have been disappointed. Marinford is not going to be pleased with the lack of efficiency that seems to be spreading through the North Blue.”

Edison searched for a small notebook and a pen on his belt and started writing down some ‘notes.’ He cast an arrogant look at Auron and said. “See, I told you our costumes were good enough. We didn’t even have to fly a skull and crossbones over the sails.”

Returning his attention to the tall officer, Edison flipped through his notes for a second. “You are obviously the one in charge here. Your name should be…” He looked closely at the notebook. “Jones? I thought he was on the last island. What is your name, sir?”

[frightzero]

Victor walked slowly down a narrow wooden bridge that connected a few of the housing areas together. He was now a good distance away from the fire that he had started but he could now see smoke starting to rise in that direction. and judging by the amount of smoke the fire had spread even farther. The last thing he had seen was that a few houses had caught and so had the platform that they were built on. He knew he had to get out of the area quickly or else the marines who were more then likely starting to put out the fire were likely also going to look for the culprit. He had just gotten into town, no one knew him, and he could smell the distinct stink of smoke coming off of him. So all in all he did not have a lot going for him.

He quickly snapped back from his thoughts and realized he was not sure where he was going. He did not even know what he was going to do next. Victor stood there in the middle of the bridge and stared out into space. He knew he wanted to leave the island but was unsure of where to go from there. He wanted to get revenge on Saint Lorn and free Azazel but Victor knew he was by no means strong enough to be able to do it yet. Victor knew he could easily take out the Saint but the problem was if a Marine admiral was called in. If that happened Victor would be slaughtered in an instant. He needed to get stronger. He did not want to join the marines as they supported the Tenryūbito and he was by no means ok with that. His best bet would be to join a pirate crew. He was not fond of the idea of captaining one though so he knew he would have to find one in town somewhere.

"Hey! You on the bridge stay where you are!" Victor turned to see who it was that was calling to him and saw that it was a marine soldier. He had his sword drawn and was slowly approaching Victor. "We have an eye witness who said that they saw you start the fire that's consuming one of the neighborhoods in this town. You are under arrest. Do not resist." Victor stood still and waited for the marine to approach. He knew he would have to time everything well to avoid the marine's blade. As they man reached for his handcuffs his eyes looked away for a brief second and Victor took his chance. Victor grabbed one of his kamas and quickly slashed the man across the chest. the man staggered back-wards and before he was able to react victor grabbed him and threw him off the bridge.

"You there! Stop!" Victor looked up and to his dismay saw a large group of marines running at him. They had watched him kill their ally and now it looked like they wanted revenge.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Victor shouted. He turned and took off at full speed in the opposite direction. He hurried down a nearby alley with the group hot on his tail.

[❰ Misha ❱]

(OOC: Alright than. From now on, the crew chat will be the planning board. Its becoming difficult now to discuss the plot now that its 3 people, so I'd like to start utilizing the crew chat for planning on the Crew board. Its cleaner and more manageable.)

“Hmm. Your encirclement was executed well enough, but your timing was far too slow. I’m afraid I’m going to have to dock you a few points for that. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Jam, an agent of CP 2. This is my temporary first mate, seaman Kagami. We have been assigned the duty of testing the quality of the marine bases in the North Blue. So far, I have been disappointed. Marinford is not going to be pleased with the lack of efficiency that seems to be spreading through the North Blue.”

Following Edison's lead, Auron saluted the marine officers stoutly, playing along with the ruse. It seemed to work as the marines lowered their guns, albeit with very disturbing looks of confusion on their faces. Auron's face went stern, looking to give nothing away.

“See, I told you our costumes were good enough. We didn’t even have to fly a skull and crossbones over the sails.”

Auron bowed his head apologetically.
- "I'm sorry sir... but I thought it would've made it a little more realistic. I thought it would make the result a little better." Auron said with a slight smile gracing his features.

Auron than turned his head to address the stunned marines and bowed deeply at the waist.

- "We apologize for the deception. It wouldn't have worked unless you didn't know. Headquarters has been uneasy for awhile so they sent us out here to test you." Auron rubbed his scalp sheepishly.

Everyone stood transfixed until another marine broke it.
"How come there are only two of you then?" The marine said a little befuddled.

Auron thought quickly to answer his question
- "This assignment was kind of made voluntary and Captain Jam was in charge of the recruiting, but nobody signed up and I said we could handle it by ourselves." Auron said with his smile growing a little larger.

Another few marines quickly stood to ask more questions:
- "How come you have such a large ship if its just the two of you than?"

Auron answered quickly, hoping he didn't trip over himself with the details.
- "It was kind of my fault. We were going to use a smaller ship, but I sort of.... burned it...just a little." Auron said with a defensive look to Edison. "..and this was all that was in storage at the time."

The tall man answered Edison's questions stoutly, his head bowed slightly in respect. "I'm Captain Ryusuke, in charge of the marine forces in this area. I'm terribly sorry, but we only saw the two of you and assumed it had been hijacked. It isn't normal for a ship like that to be captained by only two men so we.." Ryusuke trailed off.

Auron cut the man off while Edison joted down "notes". "You were right to assume that. We're not here to question your judgement, just your efficiency." Auron said, garnering a mean look from Ryusuke.

Auron's stomach grumbled loudly.

"I'm sorry, but before we left, no cook we asked would come with us and Captain Jam assumed that I would do the cooking...so we kind of went hungry."

Auron looked off into a random alleyway as a few marines approached him.
- "I'm going to find something to eat, its been so long that I'd like to explore a little." Auron said, quickly apologizing to the two approaching marines.

Auron ran off into the alley before anyone could protest. Deep down, he was barely able to stifle his own laughter, even as he slowed to a walk.

Just as Auron silently walked down the drolling streets, hoping to spot something along the way that might pique his interest, Auron looked up and saw a lone man being chased by a small hoard of marines.

[darthlegolas]

Edison was proud of Auron for playing along, and for doing it so well. The plan had worked perfectly, and now the Green Hair Pirates had momentary free-reign of the island. It was best to take advantage of this fact while Edison had the chance.

Auron went running off into the alleyway, looking for ‘food.’ Looking after him, Edison would shake his head. “Tisk tisk, running off at a time like this. Everyone I try to enlist intentionally injures themselves just to avoid working with that Kagami. He burned the kitchen to ashes on the way here, and that was after he burned an entire ship to cinders last week. I wouldn’t be surprised if he burned down this entire island by accident. What did I do to deserve a sailor like that? Nothing, really. I had simply eaten too many beans that day, and the commander just so happened to be standing a little too close to me. It couldn’t have stunk that badly. He said we would be punishing each other by working with each other, but I still say I’m getting the bad end of the stick.”

With his false story over, Edison turned back to Captain Ryusuke. “Ryusuke, was it? Now, don’t be worried. You’ve actually scored much better than the last few islands we’ve visited. Why, we could have walked into the last base with a giant pirate flag and we wouldn’t have been noticed. Overall, you’ve done well, Ryusuke. If you could spare a uniform, it wouldn’t hurt my report. These pirate clothes are terribly silly to walk around in. Could somebody bring me a hot cup of tea?”

Walking with authority, Edison headed for the marine base, gesturing for Ryusuke to walk by his side. “Now I’ll need to inspect your facilities. Nothing too in-depth, I just need to tell the big-wigs that you are mopping the floors and such.”

[❰ Misha ❱]

Just as the stampede was coming down the alley, the man they were chasing suddenly turned left, evading Auron entirely.

Confused a little, Auron decided that it would be best not to get involved with them, lest he blow his cover. With a shrug, Auron continued walking down the alleyway, glancing from side to side in search of anywhere that he might be able to obtain some information.

He kept walking down the alley until he came to what looked to be a bar. The sign hanging above the door was faded but the window showed that it was still very much in business. Eagerly, Auron opened the creaking door and stepped inside.

Immediately, the smell of smoke and beer wafting in the air hit him like a 10 ton mallet. He wasn't unused to the unpleasant conditions that existed in bars .... but this one bordered on ridiculous, there wasn't a clean breath of air to be found.

Usually, Auron would come up with a discreet way of gathering information but today he felt impatient. It was an odd feeling and one he didn't like having on his shoulders for the reason that he usually wasn't an impatient person. He was a very calculating and conniving individual, which usually came with being very patient and waiting for the right moment. For some reason, all of that was gone. Perhaps it was the fact that Edison was now stuck examining the naval base and he wanted to get off the island before his ruse faltered or maybe he was just having a bad day.

Either way, Auron wanted information and he wanted it now. He'd wasted enough time and it wouldn't pay him anymore dividends to be patient. If there was any information to be found, this was supposed to be one of the few places to eat in Shivre out (the outer part of the town that wasn't constructed within the mountain). It was probably just Auron grasping at straws, but there was no other way he could think to find information on her. His sister would probably hang around thieves and cutthroats, which is the reason he'd bother mostly to check out the local bars on each new island. She was insane and needed muscle, so by way of logical deduction, pirates and thieves would make the perfect match.

Auron thought distantly as he sat at the table in the back of the bar. Amidst it however, he was able to keep sharp, trying his best to listen to the other patrons for anything that might help him.

[darthlegolas]

Edison took plenty of time "inspecting" the marine base. He checked the weapon storehouse, the food rations, and even the dust on the tables. He was enjoying making all these marines nervous. He knew that he couldn't steal anything; it would be too suspicioius.

After jotting down some final notes in his notebook, Edison turned to Captain Ryusuke. "Your base has scored rather well, Captain Ryusuke. I'm quite impressed, actually. My work here is done."

Edison walked out of the base and looked at the city. He was now wearing a marine outfit, with his original clothes in a small bag. The marine uniform was extremely itchy, but he had enough mental control to not scratch.

"Captain, my less-than-talented subordinate had orders to recruit citizens for our makeshift crew. Most marines try to avoid this job. Immitating pirates gets old really fast. Oh well, most of us don't look too convincing anyways. You wouldn't happen to know where we could find some competent men who look like pirates would you? Or better yet, do you have any real pirates rotting away in your jail? They would be really convincing. Also, their punishment would be far worse eating Auron's cooking than sitting in a nice comfortable jail sail. We could make them work off their crimes. Any chance you have someone like that around?"

OOC: Let's stop this thread here until we get someone to actually join in. They can start as the person in the jail or just some random guy on the street.

[❰ Misha ❱]

Auron walked dismally out of the bar. No information was found, not even a hint that somebody had seen a hide or hair of the girl he described. He did not despair however. This was a setback, but Auron decided to keep trying. He walked down the street, even more anxious to at least gain something from this island, but before he could reach the end of the alley, a whole squad of navy soldier burst out from behind the corner a few feet from him. Within seconds, Auron was surrounded on all sides by marines.

"I had a feeling that you guys weren't navy personnel." A man desparagingly said from outside the circle of marines. Auron gazed at him closely. He was the captain here that Auron had just left a few minutes ago. "As soon as you left, your friend started asking about recruiting pirates that we had locked up. I saw through your ruse right than and there." The tall man smirked, "The old man is locked up, don't worry he isn't harmed but you won't be able to get to him. We don't tolerate pirates around here. I might be persuaded to show you a little more mercy however. I would like to know how you ascertained that boat that you brought here. Will you come quietly?" The man spoke calmly, unafraid of the boy standing right in front of him.

Auron stayed calm and assessed his situation carefully. It was a shame to have lost Edison, he could mourn over that later on. Right now, he'd have to worry most about leaving the island. He'd have liked to spend more time searching, but it seems now was the best time to flee. With no hesitation, Auron smiled before turning his body to stone, much to the shock of the marines around him as they struggled to understand what was happening. His body broke apart and went rolling down the hill. Comprehending the power of a Devil fruit user immediately, the marines chased the mass of rolling stones...all the way down to the docks.

The docks were luckily deserted, with only a very small fishing boat being attended to by an old man inhabiting the area. It was a small boat, not very sea friendly, but it would do for Auron. With the marines in close pursuit behind him, Auron jumped on the boat before the old man could protest and cut the rope tying it to the docks.

As the boat started to slowly drift away from the docks, Auron turned his fist to stone. He fired off several of his golem fists into the crowd of marines now situated at the docks. The marines didn't stop though, cannons were quickly pulled just as Auron exited the bay.

"BOOM! BOOM!" More cannon shots flew at Auron. Most missed his boat by inches while some went flying just a few inches away from his head. Cornered, Auron began to paddle the boat faster, heading out into the sea just as a few more cannon shots hit the spot where he once was.