- **Boss Z. Gambino: Loguetown**

Boss looked on as the tourist he was at the execution platform. Having a single arm proved to attract little attention though he couldn't care less. Most places he went, Boss received a few curious glances. _I would cross my arms in a situation like this but what do you know. So this is where they execute kings? A little drab to me. Not nearly fit for the decapitation of a legend. Not to mention one world known. _He shook his head in disapproval. Before walking away, brushing past a few still looking at the stump of a shoulder he had. For self amusement he shouldered himself past a smaller looking outlaw. The man reached for his crude cheap blade though had a second thought as Gambino threw him that famous mischevious smile.

He walked aimlessly through the town, collecting as much information on his surroundings as possible. So far he's noticed one valuable source of info, a marine base. He spotted a marine walk inside smoking two cigars at the same time, though he thought nothng of it, though he still made a mental note. Stopping to talk to a few locals about the origins of the Polestar Islands. Many of the locals informed him that many pirates and marines alike overcrowded the island. Info worth having at the time.

**"Damn it I need a drink".** Boss told no one in particular. He scanned his surroundings; loud noises, the sound of glass, laughter, the smell of sea water and sweat, the smell of a bar. Squinting his eyes in the distance for a better resolution into the open doorway, he smiled again to himself, the bar growing closer as he walked. Once inside he immediately took care of business ordering a single tall bottle of rum, a healthy fourty ounces. He tossed his head back to enjoy his drink. He soon found himself gambling with the little beli he e had, though fate was on his side today, bubbling his funds.

**"You have dealt me victory. Your destiny has been decided by the cards".**  Boss taunted his opponent, attempting to mimic the crazy women whom practiced divination back on his home island in the North Blue.  

He took a long drag from the cigarette rolled with herbs he finds from island to island. Looking down back at his hand he reaches in his pocket to withdraw a very unimpressive wad of beli. Throwing it on the table, the large brute in front of him mimicing the action **"Neither of us can learn much more from this. I pretty sure you've learned by now you've lost, unless its really that hot in here"** Boss noting the sweat on the red headed man's forehead. He reveales his winning hand and swipes the belli from the table. The spectators all erupt in cheer, Boss leapt from his chair grinning ear from ear. **"Remember the name, it will soon be legendary I tell you. The cards don't lie. Look for me in the newspapers ladies and gentlemen, Boss Z. Gambino!!!!** His spectators began chanting pumping their fist, a 12 hand streak was quite impresive.

The large burly man with the red hair and a thick long beard that sat in his lap. He reached for his waist and pointed his flintlock up on the table at Boss. **"You one armed bastard"!!!!**