The small village's streets were still empty, not that they were every anything close to busy, because the sun had yet to make its grand appearance, and it was a Sunday so nobody wanted to be up before noon. Two exceptions to this was a short redheaded woman with a rapier on her hip, another sword strap across her back, a flintlock pistol at her side, and a 200 pound grey and black wolf with different colored eyes which made the rest of her armaments appear mostly superfluous. In one hand she carried a bag with rolls of parchment sticking out. The other held a bottle of glue with a brush inside. Every so often the two would stop at a wall, door, or some other surface which lacked a poster, and one would be put in its place, because she liked to be sure of a result and couldn't think of any other way to tip the odds in her favor.

The contents of said poster were as follows:
One red skull with two pairs of crossbones underneath, a few inches apart which some thought looked like a par of pom-poms; a fact the lady in red refused to comment on.
Beneath that there was a simple statement requesting someone with capable navigating skills who didn't have a problem with sailing with pirates or finding their lives suddenly thrust into dangerous situations where death could come from any of the regular sides plus above and below.

After each paper the wolf would whine and the woman would tell him they were almost done. This wasn't true until there were no more notes in her sack. AT which point she agreed it was time to pack everything up(not that there was anything to pack) and told the canine to lead the way to the ship. There wasn't any shops open yet anyways. Might as well get things ready for sailing even if there was no guarantee sailing would be done today.

The ship wasn't too far. Ten minutes later and they were on board, surveying everything on the deck which wasn't too impressive. It was almost disheartening. There was the sound of a clearing throat, and hands were placed on slender hips. Don't worry, they were her hips. You could tell because they were attached to the same mass as the rest of her and there weren't any bloody screams because someone had just gotten their hands broken in two dozen places. She called out instructing everybody to get to the top. Nothing happened so she tried again and the lack of change was almost palpable. The furry beast at her side looked up and grinned. The woman pretended not to notice.
"They're still asleep, aren't they?" She sighed. The dog only panted as a reply. "Well come on then. Let's get everyone up." Her pet yelped in excitement and hurried down below deck, barking excitedly so everyone would know the day was being wasted and if they didn't want to wake up on the floor it was time they'd better start standing up or at least have some sort of cushion to be waiting for them, as the ship's floors were hard enough to make you instantly fall back asleep.

Captain Abigail stopped half way down, listening to the barking. A smile appeared on her face, or a grimace pained with the need for some sort of sustenance. "Oh. Fenris should be able to get everyone up by himself. No point in bothering with that. I better get some breakfast before a line starts. I'm sure the cook must be up by now."

"What, no wake up kiss? Damn, captain lady sure likes to tease ol' me." Flynn said in a mock-dejected tune, humming so slightly as he stretched from the free bed on the Doctor's cabin. That damned slobbering beastie once again was making a ruckus, waking everyone up. So tactless, like the rude air of his captain. Still, her headstrong and straightforward had the exact amount of spice to make her an exotic beauty. Which was more that could be said about the fleabag who kept slobbering everything and who he had sworn he was always staining his clothes on purpose.

Still, that was a minor setback for life smiled upon him. The world was full of beauties to swoon and conquer, and the deck roster wasn't so half bad. He really -loved- women. Sleepy, grumpy, angry, happy or stern. It didn't matter to him. They all were lovely.

Grinning like a scumbag who had found a treasure by mere chance, the doctor opened the door of his cabin, after arranging his hair and clothes. "Doctor Chaucer reporting, cap'n" He said, throwing a wink at the captain. "Does any one of the ladies require a shower backrub or two?" He added, while straightening himself and waiting to see the beauties flock at him. They had to flock, right? After all, Flynn was one of the most charming rogues of the four blues... or wasn't he?

The cook was indeed up. All too well Simona knew the habits of her red headed captain. What first alerted her to the presence of the captain on the ship was her humming bird flying out the kitchen to great the woman.Shortly after hearing barking from Fenris. Simona chuckled guessing Puff, the name of her little bird pet, hoped to beg out some treats out of the woman who returned from the city.

''Really Abby, it cannot be healthy to skip sleep, like you do....should make sure she get enough nourishment in her, to work the day...'' The black haired girl spoke softly to herself as she pulled the fresh baked buns out.

Simona knew her captain was out in the city way too early for any human being and placed the posters up. Reason was simply...They just couldnt go out in the Grand Line with out a navigator, it would be suicidal. So here they were docked on a island and hoping a navigator falls from heavens on their ship....Well considering the fisherman joined them by making a extra big fish fall on their ship, out of nowhere, asking them for a count of 3......Everything was possible.

She was cutting the last things for a tasty salad up, she was nearly done, telling herself she wouldnt now mind Los all but bursting in her kitchen loudly and deck the table for her. He did said he wanted to be her kitchen assistance...

The barking stopped but by now she could hear several grumbles shouts and thuds coming from the direction of the sleeping quarters. Simona chuckled to herself, mind wandering back to her captain. Noting to herself to talk to Flynn, the doctor of the ship, about Abigails sleep skipping.

''Worry brat Simona.'' She scolded herself silently, in a amused manner, placing the dirty knifes she used away for washing up. What could she do, she cared for Abby. The captain did saved her life, so the least she could do is make sure the stubborn redhead was happy and doing well. And it was always fun being around her,a grin spread over Simonas face.

Drying her hands with a towel after washing them she heard the soft chipping of her hummingbird. ''Good morning captain. The breakfast is done but Los has yet to come and deck the table. Want a fruit as snack?'' She said with out turning around to face the newcomer she head coming. Puff flying to his owner and settled himself in Simonas hair.

Unaware of his surroundings, Marc was hammering at a piece of metal. The rhythmic sound of his hammer hitting the plate had a clouding effect on his mind. He found it amusing the sound of his work resembled the barking of a dog, perhaps even an wolf. It dawned on him he did in fact hear the barking sound of a wolf and awoke from his sleep. The captain had a habit of letting her pet wolf wake up hew crew, of which Marc was now part of it. About a month ago he joined this pirate crew, led by a young red-headed woman called Abigail. There were still a few things he had to get used to, it was a unique crew he signed up with, but he fit in nicely and was content.

His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a 200 pound canine hitting his cabin door. The wood creaked underneath the weight of the wolf and Marc grimaced, he didn't like it when parts of the ships were abused. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up!" Marc shouted to Fenris and he swung out of his hammock. One thing he had learned here was to wake up immediately when told to. That wolf had demonstrated once that it was able to break through the door, and Marc was in no hurry to let that happen again. He quickly changed into his clothes and splashed some fresh water in his face to wake up.

He walked through his cabin door and quickly inspected it, noticing no sign of damage. You could say what you want, but the wolf was properly trained and seemed to know it's strength. He headed towards the messdeck for breakfast. Opening the door he saw the cook, Simona, the doctor, Flynn, and of course the captain. "Morning Cap'n, Simona, Doc." he said, nodding to each on of them. "Any particular reason we're up so early?" He asked, while motioning to a window. "Sun's barely even up. If you don't mind me asking." He added, while sitting down in one of the chairs while grabbing a piece of fruit from the bowl.

Angelo yawned softly as he slept on his hammock away from the others in the Cannon area, Angelo made sure to stay near the cannons so that at a moments notice he could easily start aiming and shooting their way to freedom. Angelo was their resident sniper and as a result he was either up in the crows nest or down here where they kept the cannons so he could put his trained eyes to good use.

Angelo was sleeping peacefully until Fenris was barking at him to get up Angelo grumbled and shoed the wolf away trying to get a few extra zzz's bad dog he mumbled and of course Fenris heard that and as a result hit his head against the hammock causing Angelo to flip and land on his face and Angelo groaned Damn it He groaned softly as he got up and tried to chase Fenris out of the cannon area which he will believed worked as he left so Angelo started to change and he strapped all 30 of his guns on him before he put his trench coat on to cover said guns as he yawned and walked up to the deck and to the mess hall morning guys Angelo called out as he grabbed and apple and ate a piece of it before he threw it near the port side window and shot it with one of his pistols. Doing this was part of his "wake up call" seeing as how a shot of gunfire always got his attention and made him alert which did the same for everyone else. still got it! Angelo said grinning as he sat down on a chair and waited for breakfast

It towered above Morden, dwarfing him. Its size and stature was terrific, and the quantity of knowledge it contained could be mind-blowing. He had waited so long for this day, where his research could come into use. He could finally translate the Poneglyph. He would go down in history.

His dream was interrupted by the sound of a wolf barking, and then a gun being fired. Must've been Angelo... Morden jumped up from his hammock and fell on the floor, banging his head. "I'm up, Fenris. No need to keep barking." He put his hand on the wolf and stroked its fur. He picked up his glasses and placed them on his head. "Right, to another day of... doing something," he said to himself. "Anything could happen today... like finding a Poneglyph. You think so, don't you Fenris?" He let the wolf out to wake everyone else up, then changed into his clothes.

Morden walked out of his door and wondered why he had left it open. "Maybe she taught it to how to open doors?" He shuddered at the thought of a canine of that size being able to open a door. He continued walking toward the messdeck. Greeting everyone, he sat down and took a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl and ate it. "So, why're we up so early, Captain?" he asked, yawning.

Even in the lower parts of the ship, fenris's yelping could be heard as he was ordered to wake everyone up. She didn't know how the others would react, being relatively new to the crew herself, but Light woke up in mild annoyance. "Just when I was getting to the good part." she mumbled as she got up from a strangely sickly looking bed. She made her way up to the deck after a bit, making her way to the kitchen where no doubt the cook and captain would be.

"Hey, is everyone up? Whats all the commotion?" Light said gesturing to everyone as she grabbed one of the fruits being offered. She'd wait til everyone had their fill before she finished it up, her devil fruit really gave her an active metabolism.

Kazuma was in an uncomfortable but cozy place. The commotion going on around him never even registered, which was unusual for him; but then he probably never drank as much as he had the night before. He was still drifting through his unconscious state when the crew gathered at the table for breakfast. Finally something rocked his peaceful state when Fenris came charging into the mess hall and slammed into the closet door. Kaz jolted but held on to his sleep expertly. Fenris whined and slammed into the door again. This time the shock was enough That Kazuma jerked himself awake and fell into the door.

The closet door swung open, Kazuma pouring out onto the floor in front of everyone. His head was spinning, and eyes glazed over. As if the hangover wasn't bad enough... Fenris began licking Kaz's face until he go the response he wanted. Finally unable to resist, Kazuma laughed and patted the wolf's neck.
"Okay okay, I'm up buddy." It came out between gasps for air. By the time Fenris let him be, Kazuma realized he was not alone. Still laying on his back, he tilted his head back to look at the robust crew of pirates observing him.

With incredible speed Kaz shot up to his feet and immediately placed his hand on the wall to balance himself. Seems he was still a little drunk as well. "Look I don't know who you are, but I think you all should go." He offered as politely as he could while still being firm. He thought it was fair.

Seeing so many people coming into her kitchen. She sighed, when will they learn. Maybe she was overreacting....Didnt mattered. With out a word she pushed everyone out the kitchen into the mess hall.

Just in time to hear a shot from Angelos guns. She didnt even twitch at the sound, way too used to it by now. Sadly puff was not yet used flying off her hair and into a pocket to hide. Just like every morning, but still she couldnt help frowning at the first mate.
''Would prefer if you didnt shot food items to see if you still got it.'' It was hopeless to say the same thing every morning, as he didnt listen to the countless times before. Either way it was kind of their routine. And the cook wasnt really angry at him.

Just like every morning at least some knew to stay away from the kitchen, she was pleased with it. Simona didnt notice a person sleeping in the mess hall, one that she didnt knew before as she started to place the food and plates on the table, idly listening to the questions as to why the captain woke them up so early. Simonas guess was because she was awake and felt like waking everyone up? That thought reminded her.

''Ah before I forget,Flynn would you be a sweet heart and give a lecture about importance of sleep to our captain. She skipped it again. Please and thank you~'' She hummed as she passed the doctor smiling widely at him as she got the beverages that each of them preferred for the morning. She was spacing out as she placed the last few things on the table, working on a auto pilot, taking a moment to be proud of the buns, salads and other morning foods she prepared to feed everyone. Simona wandered in the kitchen getting the last two things needed for the breakfast, a bowl for Fenris and a cup for Puffs breakfast seeds. It was then she noticed the wolf being busy with someone... Simona pushed her glasses up as to ensure she wasnt day dreaming. Nope she wasnt, instead to listen to the go away part the man said she came closer joining the people who observed the man.

''Huh...was I wrong?''she puzzled about the assumption of the early wake up call.''...Abby you got us some fresh meat?'' She turned to the redhead for a moment before looking at the man. '' You need breakfast.'' She declared to him and just went to get a new plate and glass for the new person. Keeping her ears open to listen on the conversation.

Halfway through the ship there was a blast of noise that was able to momentarily out-loud her wolf's barking, panting, and general excitement. Instincts kicked rationalization aside, and she was running down the halls of her ship. If not for the continuation of Fenris's barking and general pestness she'd have drawn her sword and started cutting through inessential parts of her ship to get to the heart of the matter. "Damn it." The woman stopped, and forced her hand away from her blade's handle. "Someone's going to get shot one of these days. I just know it." She shook her head, and hoped for her friend's sake he'd shot through a window, because any holes in her ship were going to be copied onto him like a voodoo doll.

A moment was taken to gather thoughts, calm the blood before she continued to meet her chef and get something to eat. She could eat anything right about now, but a salad was probably the wiser option. Last time she had a chance to eat anything her heart desired motion wasn't possible for a few days, and going anywhere more than eight feet from the john was dangerous. There was just some things you didn't want happening on a ship, especially since they didn't really have anyone for janitorial work. "Maybe maintenance" she said as she began walking again. "Whose in charge of that?" Her head was pounded and the lack of sleep, along with too little food in her system, was causing all the faces and names for most of the people to blur around into some kind of freaky potato head with too many eyes and far too little noses. She bit her lip and willed everyone's image to straighten up or she'd make them walk the plank.

Abigail stopped a few feet away from the kitchen door. She could've gone in, but there wouldn't have been much point in doing so. "Hmmm?" The razor thin eye brow arched high on the left side of her face and her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Let's see here." Five fingers opened up and started counting down. At three fingers Fenris came in and sat down by her side. At one the dog was smiling just as wide as his mistress. When there were no more fingers left, everyone was out of the kitchen, and into the mess hall with her.

"There's nothing wrong with my sleeping, Simona." The Captain said with a smile, getting ready to have a seat. "I do it when its needed, and put it aside when its not. There's nothing wrong with that. It's the way nature intended us." A short pause. "Oh, and as far as intention goes, Angelo, Please tell me you did't add any holes to the ship this morning. We're going to be off in a bit, and I don't want to have to postpone that for repairs." She turned her attention to the rest of the crew, smiling still. "I trust everyone else slept well, and didn't do any damage to my golden bloomer? Hopefully Fenris didn't wake anyone up too roughly." She petted her animal until the chef mentioned someone new. Her other eyebrow arched and her attention shifted to the drunk man. "Fresh meat?" She tilted her head to the side and stepped over. "Hmmm?" She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. "I don't know anything about any fresh meat, but this bit surely doesn't seem too appetizing."

"oh no no no no." Flynn rubbed his chin as he delightfully chewed on whatever sweet morsel Simona had cooked for breakfast."That is so bad, dear captain. You must leave your beatiful face and bosoms rest! Or else they'll wrinkle up on no time. You'll end up as an untastefully young old woman in no time." The medic said back to the captain. "It'd be a pity, your beauty is one of the few things this cruel world has to compensate for its bland baseness..."

And then, the medic slipped out of his seat, while advancing forward towards the cook. "Please marry me, Simona! Without your breakfast, I couldn't live! It is as necessary as my breath!" Flynn said, while taking the cook's hand...

Captain you wound me in thinking I would miss such a large target the shot went straight out the open window with zero damage to the ship, cross my heart" Angelo said laughing as he sat and ate the breakfast made by their amazing chef and Angelo made sure to listen to the conversation as they went on and when the captain mentioned Fenris and his waking of the rest of the crew Angelo quickly said "as a matter of fact Fenris was forced to make me fall out of my hammock this morning, he needs to be careful for all he knew he could have made me his one of the cannonballs and cause me to break my ribs." Angelo said with mock face of feeling offended and when their womanizer of the ship went over to Simona and asked to marry her again Angelo sighed and started to count "and in 3..2..1" Angelo counted waiting for whatever the cook would do to him whether it be a smack in the head or a threat to get away from her

"You guys ever noticed how often he doesn't flirt with me? I think I scare him." Light said, leaning over to Angelo and the other guys watching Flynn make a fool of himself. She watched as he bounced around from the chef to the captain, flirting with them both. She laughed a bit to herself watching the show as she grabbed some more food from the nearby table.

"So, whats going on? Why'd ya wake us all up like that? We're not being attacked, so it must be good news/" Light said to the captain, scratching her head.

Nautilus was of the opinion that his fellow crew was too loud. Between the shooting of guns and barking of dogs it was enough to make him perturbed, however he couldn't hold it against them too much. Nothing could compare to the quiet of the deep. Nautilus didn't move besides to turn around, away from the harbor. The ship was not made for someone of his size and so he never really went anywhere below deck, instead he would wait for everyone else to come up deck. In the mean time Nautilus begin to hum an old tune, his deep voice projecting the song across the deck.

Kazuma stared at the captain, a mix of puzzlement, intrigue, and woundedness; though he could understand his odor not being ideal at the moment. He cleared his throat and straightened himself out as best he could, before crossing his arms over his chest. "Excuse me miss," He began with an overtly mock offended tone, "But normally beautiful woman don't sniff me until they've been invited to do so." Kaz took a look around at the ridiculous crew, all making a first impression like that of a looney bin. That breakfast he had been offered sounded fantastic though, and he had quickly responded to her with an enthusiastic "yes Please." There was a pause. "And what are you all doing on my bloody ship?" It wasn't until he asked the question that the haze of the alcohol dampening his memory was lifted. Suddenly he remembered leaving his old ship, getting wasted, and following a wolf around town. Still not sure how he ended up in a closet on their ship, Kaz just offered them a friendly smile.

"Right, sorry... You're not by chance in need of a Navigator are you?"

Simona grabed the empty plate and filled it with buns and cooked eggs and some vegetables to give the taste. Moving with easy she was going to give the plate to the man who appeared to be confused, for some reason.

"Please marry me, Simona! Without your breakfast, I couldn't live! It is as necessary as my breath!"

Her free hand, that didnt hold the plate caught by the doctor. She blinked taking a second to registration the words, before some smoke left the top of her head. It was just a moment but it was equivalent to a blush, taking a breath she catch herself pulling the hand out of the doctors grasp and placed it on his cheek.

''Maybe another day, sweetheart. Until then I will keep on making food as I do not want you to die like fish with out water. Life would be boring.'' She let a chuckle of her own, moving her hand away from the cook finding the flirt amusing. And well the game of flirting was a fun pass time. Sadly her pet didnt find it amusing. As puff escaped her pocket in turn to chip at the doctor before landing on his shoulder and tug on a lock of hair. Puff was kind of a jealous bird. Looking at Light, as she made her way back to the new person, she commented.

''Drink your coffee Light darling and wake properly up seeing you are still asleep as you didnt really react to a intruder.'' She pointed the man who now asked if they needed a navigator. Well that was more that a lucky chance. Pushing the plate in the mans hand she pushed her glasses up her nose. ''Well, name?'' She questioned as she sat down on a chair close to this new face leaning on her hand. ''Someone should get Nautilus, or tell him whats going on.'' She mentioned off handily taking a bite from the bum with jam she made herself. Simona mentally made a bet with herself.

In less than 2h we will be on the sea, and by evening we will watch the red line in front of us. ANd our captain will all but be bursting with energy from the crazy luck we have..... Navigators indeed do not drop from heavens they wake up out of nowhere in the mess hall. Another chuckle left her smiling wide. Today was sure the beging of a most interesting day. She couldnt wait.

Angelo turned to light and decided to answer that "in all honestly light you scare the shit out of me. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm strapped from shoulder the shin I don't think I would be this close to a merwoman who could easily kill me close up like this." Angelo said laughing a little as he turned to see how the cook reacted to that and Angelo was a little disappointed until he saw her little bird go to town on the guys hair "go get him puff!" Angelo said encouraging the bird to defend Simona as he does...

'So that's the marine base. Thought there would be more guards.' Sierra thought as she looked around. Since she tended to wake up before dawn she decided to check out Logue town to see where would be a good spot for a performance, so that she could gather information from the crowd. Which was why she was in front of the town's marine base because marines could be very chatty for a pretty face.

Suddenly her tummy rumbled. Surprised she went 'Guess its time for breakfast'. So contemplating what would be for breakfast and where she would perform she headed back to the ship. Only to see a stranger dining with the crew. Judging by the fact nobody was trying to murder one another she greeted the crew and ignore the stranger till the captain explained.

Abigail tilted her head in confusion at the good doctor, momentarily forgetting about the drunk. "The world's been compensating you? That must be nice. I just keep getting the finger, and a long never ending raspberry. I wouldn't mind it so much, but there's a lot of spit involved." There would have been more to it, but the man was proposing to Simona again.

"Fenris?" The scarlet captain arched an eyebrow and looked down at her little beasty. "Did you almost break our good sniper's Rib?" The dog grinned, but only momentarily, and shook his head with a snort. "He says he was fully in control of the situation the entire time, and you weren't really or truly in any danger." There was a huff followed with a quick whine. "Oh, and you'd have plenty other ribs had one broken, and a world class doctor to get it fixed." She scratched the dog and motioned for the him to look at the table then mouthed "I'll talk with him." At Angelo.

"Well." She scratched herself behind the ear and then tucked a loose strand of blood red hair behind it. "Can't a captain just wake up her crew to help them maintain a regular sleeping schedule? It makes for a well rested crew, and that makes for capable hands out in the sea. If you don't believe me ask the doctor about circadian rhythm he'll tell you." She waited a second before cracking and several quick bursts of laughter forcing their ways out of her mouth. "Okay. Okay. Never mind that. I wanted to get sail today, and well, that wasn't going to happen without a navigator so everyone was going to play a grand old game of an egg hunt, with a single item. The winner would have gotten bragging rites, but it wouldn't have lasted very long to be honest." She frowned. "It would've been that or have Nautilus yell in spurts and wave his hands around trying to get the attention of any navigator who happened to see be within range to see or hear him."

Her attention turned back to the drunk who was still standing. It was impressive. She'd thought he'd be out before she managed to ask him what he wanted on her ship, or if he'd leave without a fight, or if he'd at least wash up a bit so things would be bearable. "But seeing as our friend here has come aboard." Her strong hand clasped him on the shoulder. "There's no need for any of that. So, everyone get ready. We'll be sailing in an hour or two." She sniffed again, and gave an inquiring looking at her newest crew member. "That is...." A pause. "How long does it take you to sober up?"

Her eyes shifted as steps could be heard coming down the ship. "Someone's coming." Her hand casually went to her blade, but she relaxed when Sierra came in. "Oh Sierra." A slight crimson crossed her face that made the color of her hair look down right pale. "I forgot about you." She bowed. Her eyes squinted and the colors got back to normal. "Uh..." Her finger tapped on her forehead. "Okay. So, I don't like repeating myself to an audience. So you guys, any of you guys, tell her the plan, and new predicaments. I'll take my meal, and Nautilus's up to the deck." She grabbed her plate, and loaded another for the larger man. "Alright everyone break, or do whatever it is that needs doing. I'll be back."

She headed up to meet Nautilus on the deck. "Morning big guy." She said holding up a plate for him. "Hope your hungry. Breakfast is ready."

The song had reached its end by the time the captain arrived up deck and Nautilus hunkered down on the deck, sitting on the floor. Abigail's comment of food brought a little consternation however, in all honesty he hated eating and as far as he could tell he didn't need it much like he didn't need sleep or any other necessity of life. However being rude was the last thing he wanted to be so he "bucked up" and got to it. With a "Thank you Abigail", Nautilus fiddled with his "jaw" a bit before a tube snaked out. The tube was something between organic and synthetic, both and neither at the same time... it was kinda gross looking really. Taking the plate he smashed it all together into a mush before the tube started moving and sucking up the mashed together breakfast. The display could be described in many words but "Ugh" works quite nicely. Nautilus didn't know where the food went after he ate it because it sure didn't come out, plus he couldn't taste it either nor did he feel anything on the inside. In the end he decided to not question it, made it easier to not think about it.

The tube snapped back into place and the "jaw" locked back together before Nautilus spoke. "Are we to set sail soon?"