One Piece: Under the Sands of Amduat (IC)
At the edge of Amduat’s sprawling stretches of endless sand and stone, next to the opening of the Zawyet River on the southeastern point of the island sat the port town of Hawara. The wooden barricade on the river at a narrow point next to the Hawara was built into a large wall around the rest of the town, somehow both sturdy looking, yet hastily constructed. The Oceanside boundaries remain unwalled, the docks filled with merchant boats, marine ships, and even pirate vessels, unashamed of flying their flag, for a tree hides easily in a forest.
On the eastern side of the port, an old warehouse sat. Run down aside from some patchwork here or there, it is marked with the Marine logo painted on the front above the large door. Given to the soldiers in the islander’s time of crisis, the fighting force is neigh constantly grumbling about their posting. The insides were also made into separate rooms and quarters, making it the shabbiest Marine Base in these seas.
At one of the higher rooms, dark due to the only light coming from a window facing west at noon-time, musty from the lack of circulation, a man with somewhat feminine features and long silver hair, wearing only a vest over a long sleeved white shirt, with long white pants, fanned himself, cursing the heat. The commander of the Marines station here sat in his chair, grabbing his sword just after there was a knock at the door. Drawing it, he left the sheath on the floor just as he said, “Enter!”
In walked a pretty looking woman with long black hair, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked at her slob of a commanding officer. She wore a white coat, zipped up, and had black pants, her face red and sweaty from the heat. “Commodore Janiel,” she saluted.
“Oh! Lieutenant Commander Sybil. Just practicing...” He lied through his teeth. “You look hot under the collar. My coat rack still has room...” He gestured to the rack, only one Justice coat hanging from it, the other hooks still free.
“Disgusting...” Sybil hissed quietly, knowing that the moment she took off her coat, her lecherous commander wouldn’t be able to stop leering at her chest. Ignoring him, she got to her point, “I have the report from the scouts. When does the attack start?”
“When the Captain from Division 7 gets hear. What’s his name...Tiberk? Tiverk? Whatever. And my old acquaintance, Theo Duncan, is already here; just arrived this morning.” Sybil suppressed a smile: she and Duncan had been trading stories of Janiel during their breaks, and neither had much good to say. Not noticing, Janiel stood, saying, “Very well then. The report?” He began to wave his sword about deftly and swiftly, preforming a few basic routines, perhaps trying to impress the reporting Marine.
Sybil continued to ignore him as she began, “Out of the pirates seen in Hawara, only six have Captains with bounties, ranging from 116 Million to 31 million.”
“116 Million? Is it that Archer brat? ‘The Phantom’ of the Outlaw Pirates? I want to kill him personally: his ship makes quite the racket. So obnoxious...” Janeil sighed, his sword making a furious motion.
Sybil continued, “One the other end of the value spectrum is ‘Slick’ Charles Burns, at 31 millio-“
“What!? He was a pirate? The smarmy bastard introduced himself to me personally. ‘Slick’ indeed...” Janeil stopped, wiping his forehead of sweat.
Sybil smirked, before moving on, “Also low on the list is Fural ‘Goldbeard’. 35 million.”
“Never heard of him,” Janiel sighed.
“We’re still checking to see if he’s forged the posters. Moving on to the dangerous ones, there’s three notable. I believe you ran into Leif ‘Wild Smile’ Nielson? 50 Million? The one who keeps eating and running.”
“Ugh. Him and his brother. So obnoxious! Rancorous and wild: I’d put them down myself if I had the opportunity.”
“I’m sure you could,” Sybil mumbled, adding “n’t” silently. “Regardless, ‘Phantom’ aside, I think the ones we have to worry about the most are Sebastian Siras ‘of the Bloody Fangs’ and Jafar ‘Deathrow’ Rownan, at 100 and 99 million, respectively.”
Janiel flinched at the names; both infamously strong. “There will be casualties, no doubt. And what’s with the bounty difference? Did Deathrow step on less puppies or something?” Sybil shrugged. Janiel moved over to the door, grabbing his Justice coat and throwing it over his shoulders. “But still. Weren’t there other crews with bounty holders?”
“They’ve likely left the island or somehow slipped inland through or around the gates without notice. We’ve heard no word of anyone passing the gates except that man, but he was let in,” Sybil explained.
“Hmm...” Janiel thought before saying, “Very well then, we strike soon, rally the troops and alert the local miltia. I shall conspire with Duncan and Tiderk over the Den Den Mushi line to strategize. No pirate will leave alive!”
Outside the base, the rest of the busy port town moves along, merchants trading, pirates rambunctiously hitting any taverns or restaurants they come across, while Marines and local militia patrol, desperately trying to keep order, the blazing sun above keeping tensions high...