Remy was just making his way back, bags laden with fish, when he noticed people running past him screaming about pirates.  Loguetown had always had a reputation for attracting pirates, but most of them were smart enough not to cause any trouble on their way through to the Grand Line. He stopped in the street and closed his eyes. Were those gunshots he heard? And screams? What kind of ruckus was going on exactly? Well, whatever it was he was sure the Marines would handle it.

It was then he heared another sound. Running feet. Many, many, many running feet. Remy opened his eyes and found himself totally alone in the street, everyone else having smartly vacated it while he'd been listening. At least, that's what he thought before turning around and seeing a solid wall of white bearing down on him.

The Marines. Right on time.

He started running. It was all he could do to avoid being trampled. As he ran he screamed, and they must have taken this as the start of a battle cry because they started screaming too. So by the time they reached the Execution Plaza Remy was in the lead of a screaming horde of Marines all amped up to deal out some justice, and the huge dude with the spear and the even huger headdress that Remy was running toward did not take kindly to this. He raised his weapon over his head and brought it crashing down on the boy.

Remy wasn't there though. The big guy looked somewhere between bewildered and enraged as Remy landed on his weapon and ran over it, and his arm, and his shoulder, with all the apparent effort of someone taking a jog in the park. The "Pardon" Remy left him with as he jumped off his shoulder did nothing to assuage his anger, but as he turned to pursue the boy he was immediately dogpiled by three Marines. All along that side of the plaza the sounds of battle intensified as soldiers continued to pour in.