Post by Die on Feb 26, 2011 2:39:15 GMT -5
There they were. From below the surface, the Commodore’s mask made out the unmistakable shape of the makeshift dinghy, as well as the wrecked ship they had drifted out here in. Dietrich moved to a position where they would not be able to detect him, from there, he slowly poked his head out of the water. During his time underwater, the fog had crept in once again, reducing visibility. The Commodore began to climb the side of the wrecked ship, just as a swell rolled into the ship, tipping it forward and setting the dinghy with the three fledgling pirates into the water and the Hard-Hats on their way to wherever.
Silently, Dietrich climbed further up onto the ship, just as the dinghy pulled away from the wreckage. They were still within visual range. He could see them, and they could see him. However, they could not see him, as his suit had changed from the color of the ocean to a light gray-white, blending in with the fog quite well. The only thing that the Hard-Hats could see if they looked back were two vaguely red shapes; the glowing of Dietrich’s mask optics. He observed them as the dinghy began to drift away. The leader, Torin, was someone one would least expect to be a captain. The scrawny young upstart appeared to lack any fighting capability, but that was not something he needed. From reports concerning the Shell Island incident, Dietrich was well aware of his intelligence. It was a shame really, had Torin joined the Marines, the Commodore would have had a protégé within the Science Research and Development division. The musician, Taro, appeared rather insignificant, but given the reported habits of “accidentally” injuring Marine soldiers and officers, he too behaved unlike his appearance. The final member of this motley crew was their swordsman, Darius Fox. He was the most dangerous out of the three, given his Devil Fruit abilities, skill with a blade, and the equipment he carried. The most notable were his jacket and the miniaturized grenade dispenser. Of course, anti-ballistic materials laughed at standard issue Marine ball ammunition. Against the refined and more effective bullets Dietrich regularly employed the use of it would be another story depending on range, especially against the armor-piercing ammunition.
Given their exploits so far, the Commodore made a note to keep an eye on them. He would silently and stealthily pursue them, observing their progress before making a sound judgment and perhaps capturing them. But for now, the time came to retreat back to the massive Marine vessel, which floated well beyond visual range even outside of this cloud of fog. With his initial assessment complete, the optics of the Commodore’s mask glowed brightly for just a split second before he silently vanished under the surface, using his superior leg strength to swim fast back to the ship. To any of the Hard-Hats observant enough to make out the red glows, it would have appeared to them as just a mirage, perhaps the fog playing tricks on their mind, or maybe even…a phantom.
Silently, Dietrich climbed further up onto the ship, just as the dinghy pulled away from the wreckage. They were still within visual range. He could see them, and they could see him. However, they could not see him, as his suit had changed from the color of the ocean to a light gray-white, blending in with the fog quite well. The only thing that the Hard-Hats could see if they looked back were two vaguely red shapes; the glowing of Dietrich’s mask optics. He observed them as the dinghy began to drift away. The leader, Torin, was someone one would least expect to be a captain. The scrawny young upstart appeared to lack any fighting capability, but that was not something he needed. From reports concerning the Shell Island incident, Dietrich was well aware of his intelligence. It was a shame really, had Torin joined the Marines, the Commodore would have had a protégé within the Science Research and Development division. The musician, Taro, appeared rather insignificant, but given the reported habits of “accidentally” injuring Marine soldiers and officers, he too behaved unlike his appearance. The final member of this motley crew was their swordsman, Darius Fox. He was the most dangerous out of the three, given his Devil Fruit abilities, skill with a blade, and the equipment he carried. The most notable were his jacket and the miniaturized grenade dispenser. Of course, anti-ballistic materials laughed at standard issue Marine ball ammunition. Against the refined and more effective bullets Dietrich regularly employed the use of it would be another story depending on range, especially against the armor-piercing ammunition.
Given their exploits so far, the Commodore made a note to keep an eye on them. He would silently and stealthily pursue them, observing their progress before making a sound judgment and perhaps capturing them. But for now, the time came to retreat back to the massive Marine vessel, which floated well beyond visual range even outside of this cloud of fog. With his initial assessment complete, the optics of the Commodore’s mask glowed brightly for just a split second before he silently vanished under the surface, using his superior leg strength to swim fast back to the ship. To any of the Hard-Hats observant enough to make out the red glows, it would have appeared to them as just a mirage, perhaps the fog playing tricks on their mind, or maybe even…a phantom.