[center][color=9966CC][h1]Samehana[/h1][/color]
[h2][color=000000]Black Shark[/color][/h2]
Loguetown Port, East Blue
[@Hillan] [@j8cob][/center]

[color=9966CC]”Ooh, that hurt, Churchy.”[/color] Samehana fake whined, feigning distress for a moment before returning to her regular whimsical self. While Church had a habit of making jokes at her expense, it was clear that he didn’t have any malicious intent. Tough though he may have looked, he wasn’t actually a bad guy. At the cowboy’s comment about her rump, she merely scoffed. [color=9966CC]”Tell me something I don’t know~. I could swear you got a good couple of squeezes in, buddyboy.”[/color] she retorted, sticking her tongue out playfully as she walked alongside her regular sparring partner, their captain leading the party.

The three made for a rather odd lineup. A bright-haired young man who struck the figure of both a rogue and a nobleman alike, a poncho-wearing, honest-to-god cowboy and a Fishwoman with hair that came very close to reaching the ground and a killer figure. Samehana found her companions to be quite the reliable pair of humans. Church’s skill with a gun certainly wasn’t anything to scoff at. Not to mention that he handled himself pretty damn well without them. Certainly didn’t hurt that he was his own special brand of intelligent to boot. And, while Sancho might not have possessed as much martial prowess as the cook and the first mate, he made up for it with a keen intellect(both book-wise and socially)and a high level of mastery of the powers granted to him by the Wool-Wool Fruit. Samehana was reminded of the time he’d managed to “defeat” her in a fight, an event which marked her joining the Golden Fleece Pirates in their still infant stage. 

Samehana watched as “Kingslayer” Sancho worked his magic, almost impressed at how easy it was to convince the Marines to clear out of their way. Then again, it wasn’t like these grunts had the luxury of doing any fact checking at the moment. 

As gunshots rang out from behind the Golden Fleece crew, Samehana couldn’t help but think about how the people inside the cafe were going to survive a hail of bullets. But more importantly: What the hell did they do to get a Marine squad on their asses? The kid in the red coat couldn’t have even been out of his teens yet. [color=9966CC]”Hmmm. You think those kids back there were pirates too? I mean, they’d kinda have to be to get that kind of treatment.”[/color] the Fishwoman remarked offhand.

At the suggestion to steal a ship, Samehana nodded in agreement. It was about time for an “upgrade” from the ship they’d been voyaging in thus far, and a Navy ship with full supply was the perfect fit. And with most of the Marines focused elsewhere, that left only the dunce squad. As if things could be any easier! [color=9966CC]”Sounds good to me. I’m sure all the real manpower is focused in town, so it should be a cakewalk getting rid of the smallfry back here.”[/color] she chimed, popping her knuckles. All that was left was to pick a ship that was to their liking and get to crackin’. 

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[center][h1]Zepp Kisaragi [color=8B0000][i]?[/i][/color][/h1]
Conomi Island, East Blue
[@malmshodes] [@Ira][/center]

In the midst of all the commotion, Zepp stood looking pretty damn non-plussed. Though, the sudden fire and subsequent obliteration of half of the Sunny Massacre’s escape ship managed to at least provoke an eyebrow raise from the man. A strong wind erupted from behind Zepp as he watched a streak of electrical flame arc away from the ship, signaling the attempted escape of the masked criminal. Zepp turned around to fimd that Anaru had jumped off in pursuit, presumably looking to finish what he started. “At least warn a guy before ya go around blasting air everywhere, goddamnit.” Zepp complained as he observed the crater that Anaru left in his wake. With Johnny giving chase at roughly the same time as Anaru, a whole series of events happened in quick succession that led to a confrontation between the 99th Division’s Captain, and that big ass lizard man. More important, however, were the remaining members of the Sunny Massacre crew that were left afloat on a gigantic…. Bag? That was now floating back towards the island that they had just set sail from. Towards Zepp. 

“Oh, well ain’t it just my lucky day.” the closed-eyed Marine muttered as he snatched a rifle from the hands of a Marine passing by, presumably in the midst of helping out the injured. Zepp licked his finger and put it up to test the winds before once again turning his attention to maskboy’s “friends”. One of them looked to be unconscious. Lucky. The other, however, was a female with vibrant crimson hair who looked to be mostly unharmed. A little dirty from the business on the ship, though. Zepp trained his rifle on the pair, deciding that it was about time he made his contribution. “Howdy! Whaddaya say to just quitting while you’re ahead, huh? We can get your pal there some medical attention and the best goddamn prison food this side of the Grand Line while we’re at it!” he called, attempting to solve this diplomatically for now.