@Infichi@samreaper@Classpet@Great Sogeking@Animal@FellbloodFool@Jageroux
Excitement filled the air, the residents of Rum Town, a town located within the East Blue whose main export unsurprisingly was rum. It wasn't because it was a beautiful day though it certainly did help. The sky was exceptionally clear today; not a single cloud floated along the mid-morning sky and the sun shone down on the town. The lapping waves of the sea accompanied the cacophony of life running through the town, a familiar sound for the residents that in some way was comforting. The normal everyday routine of the inhabitants was put on hold though it wasn't a festival that was going on. There were no stands, no people falling face first plastered out of their minds from their own rum, no children playing together instead of going to school. All the residents of Rum Town and many visitors from far away lands were huddled together around a tall wooden platform.
The excitement was tense; marines had circled the area to make sure that nothing would happen. Today was an oddity and it seemed like it was only going to get odder. Events of this caliber would never take place in the East Blue, the weakest of the seas. It was only because this one person wanted the event to be here, as was his request. Journalists were anxiously waiting for the event to begin, exchanging nervous glances and shifting around in place. This was one of the biggest stories of the year, no, of the decade so of course they were going to be anxious for this to happen. They adjusted their visual den den mushis just so they can get the perfect visuals for their audiences back home.
There were those with grim expressions on their faces, remaining silent in prayer as the hooligans were having their fill of booze and shouting to hurry up with the event. Things were volatile between them, even if a words wasn't spoken to each other. One bad look would've resulted in a fight between them.
Now what was the event one may ask if they lived under a damned rock. It was an execution, an execution of a yonko.
"Hey hey! Make way! I want to get a good look of this!" A young man with spiky black hair and muscular physique pushed through the crowd. This was Roma, a pirate captain of his own ferocious crew...of one. Okay, he just started the pirate life last week and originally was going to head to Syrup Village to restock, but when he heard a yonko was going to get executed, boy did he ever haul ass on his sail boat. Yes, he had a sail boat. Don't judge.
Excitement filled the air, the residents of Rum Town, a town located within the East Blue whose main export unsurprisingly was rum. It wasn't because it was a beautiful day though it certainly did help. The sky was exceptionally clear today; not a single cloud floated along the mid-morning sky and the sun shone down on the town. The lapping waves of the sea accompanied the cacophony of life running through the town, a familiar sound for the residents that in some way was comforting. The normal everyday routine of the inhabitants was put on hold though it wasn't a festival that was going on. There were no stands, no people falling face first plastered out of their minds from their own rum, no children playing together instead of going to school. All the residents of Rum Town and many visitors from far away lands were huddled together around a tall wooden platform.
The excitement was tense; marines had circled the area to make sure that nothing would happen. Today was an oddity and it seemed like it was only going to get odder. Events of this caliber would never take place in the East Blue, the weakest of the seas. It was only because this one person wanted the event to be here, as was his request. Journalists were anxiously waiting for the event to begin, exchanging nervous glances and shifting around in place. This was one of the biggest stories of the year, no, of the decade so of course they were going to be anxious for this to happen. They adjusted their visual den den mushis just so they can get the perfect visuals for their audiences back home.
There were those with grim expressions on their faces, remaining silent in prayer as the hooligans were having their fill of booze and shouting to hurry up with the event. Things were volatile between them, even if a words wasn't spoken to each other. One bad look would've resulted in a fight between them.
Now what was the event one may ask if they lived under a damned rock. It was an execution, an execution of a yonko.
"Hey hey! Make way! I want to get a good look of this!" A young man with spiky black hair and muscular physique pushed through the crowd. This was Roma, a pirate captain of his own ferocious crew...of one. Okay, he just started the pirate life last week and originally was going to head to Syrup Village to restock, but when he heard a yonko was going to get executed, boy did he ever haul ass on his sail boat. Yes, he had a sail boat. Don't judge.