The Prison Ship

[Fuse]

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Well, as far as assignments go, Richie supposed that this wasn't the worst. ...Nah, who was he kidding? A prison ship in the Grand Line, where rumors that a pirate captain was currently being held circulated, and was likely to be boarded if pirates ever found it? This was definitely the pits for an assignment. Though, to be fair, the guy at the recruitment post had said that the navy was definitely looking for hardy and tough men like him, but, also, that they were likely to 'smooth out his rough edges'. Eh, whatever. At least he was a warrant officer in the marines now. Sure, he had his responsibilities, but, at least he considered it to come with his own perks.

Anyway, as he stood on the deck, wearing his patented Iron Beasts, he kept an eye out, watching the prisoners incase any fights broke out, which they tended to, and for the stupidest of reasons sometimes, he swore. And, indeed, it looked like a fight was breaking out right there and then, between two prisoners, over food. He sighed, about to head over there, and break it up, using his Iron Beasts, when a couple of seaman came over toward, and brought the fight to a close instead. Eh, just as well. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock out any teeth this time. So, instead, he looked over the side of the deck, keeping watch for any ships that were coming.

[Jess]

Oho~? Bold enough to hold your ground against me, hm~?

Natasha Novak

It's… A quiet day. The sun high in the sky and only the scantest and fluffiest clouds along with it, while it's heat seemed to make plenty of figures sizzle on the deck of a ship decorated with white sails and a gull, none of them seemed to quite compared to the ravishing redhead in command of her. Eschewing the usual regulations for uniform in order to enjoy a little of the warmth and brightness which hung over them on a day like today, Natasha Novak had slipped free of her usual dress suit in favour of something more inclined toward a beach, and had opted to spend her day basking in the warmth as her vessel cruised along with no fixed agenda.

Too quiet. Thumbing her way through reports on the recent movements of their own troops and sightings of their enemy in order to kill this idle time, while most might have enjoyed the opportunity to relax a little this particular woman of the sea was not among them, and instead had long since grown bored of the stir that she was causing with her unconventional ensemble.
Peace is the rust on a soldier's blade, isn't it~? Instead seeming to feel that it had been far too long since she had reason to pull her favourite stretch of steel into her hand and find her pulse pumping as a result, indolence was as much an enemy to her as anything which her adversaries could pull upon her, and so she lounged here on a reclining chair in order to find something to remind her of why she had opted to serve as a soldier. For the thrills, and little else…

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"Captain! Captain!
Riggsy says he reckons he's spotted 'em?
A battleship, with two escorts!"

Fortunately for the fox it seeming that someone was more than happy to provide a little bit of excitement none too many leagues away, a figure with scars and an uneven gait seemed to scurry across another, perhaps more impressive set of timbers, and seek yet another figure of command. This one big and burly and looking as if he seemed to crave battle just as much as the beauty in the bikini across the sea, the words of his lackey seemed to prompt him to drag callous fingertips over the coarse stubble he carried, and coax him from his resting place soon after.

“Only three ships…?” Clicking his tongue with irritation at the report though moreso because of an odd feeling of disappointment, he had his watchmen looking out for a prison transport because of the interest he had taken in the figure they had moving, which had harkened back long before said figure had found himself in the company of the law.
“Are they trying to insult us?!” Instead such acquaintance extending to a point before the man now known as "Firestorm" Bill had seemed to merge his anatomy with that of ill matching machinery, it seemed only natural for him to reach out and regain the aid of a figure who had helped him so, right? Especially now when he had every reason to pressgang him into servitude for this act of generosity as well, right?

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Relaxing Rouge

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	Post Summary
	Natasha is currently relaxing in a bikini, reading reports. Meanwhile a figure known as 'Firestorm' Bill interested in the prisoner movements, he prepares to attack the convoy which is transporting his doctor/mechanic in a rescue attempt…