[Center][H1] T H E M A R I N E S[/h1] [h2] 99TH DIVISION[/h2] [Color=Slategray][h3]Johnny[/h3][/color] Interacting with: [@Pacifista] [@RyoRyoRyoken] [@Ira] [/center] John had changed back into his regularly clothes, he had left the jacket, and put his hat back on, even grabbed his pistols again. He was now Johnny again, his posture back to the goofy spaghetti-western posture he had before. He watched as the Squad of Marines escorted the captured Xerxes towards a transport ship, it was heavily guarded, no one would be able to get onto that ship, so he wouldn't have to worry. Now, he instead had to go help his friends, check on Monkeyman, Zeep and Freya. He materialized in smoke, landing next to Anaru, whom was now knocked out cold. [Color=Slategray]"Phew! That was scary![/color] He exclaimed, stretching. [Color=Slategray]Getting just about disintegrated and having to regather yourself from dust? Not a fun time![/color] Johnny said, grinning. He looked at Anary, kicking him in the arm [Color=Slategray]"You dead?"[/color] He asked, and a soft grumble escaped from the Primate-Marine. He took that as a no, and went along. He looked over at their ship - more like, what remained of it. [Color=Slategray]"..The fuck happened, Captain?"[/color] Jonny asked Freya, whom seemed more than a little exhausted. [Color=Slategray]Or should I call you 'Dragon Slayer Sir Freya' Now?[/color] He joked, looking at the knocked out Ancient Zoan laying on their deck. Two of the marines were scurrying back onto their feet. Johnny nodded at them. [Color=Slategray]You should probably like, cuff him, before he wakes up. That would be pretty bad for u- well, you guys, at least.[/color] The Ensign laughed, as he looked at Freya. [Color=Slategray]You okay, boss?[/color] He asked, this time genuinely a bit concerned for his Captain. However, his concern ended once he heard a brief wizzing to the side of him, the sound got louder, prompting him to turn around, getting a bit surprised at the scythe - now 50 meters big - coming towards them, and it was only growing in size. Johnny looked at Freya, then back at the Scythe, then he grunted something along the lines of [Color=Slategray]"Fuck it"[/color], turning into smoke, he darted towards one of the cannonballs that laid on the deck, using his Rocket Boost ability, he gained altitude, able to match that of the Scythes, [Color=Slategray]"SMOKE SMOKE NICOTINE ROCKET CANNON FIRE"[/color] He shouted, as his elbow was replaced by the same type of afterburn that covered his legs, enhancing his speed with his throw, improving his strength. The cannonball hit the handle of the scythe, altering it's course. But it wouldn't be enough to make it stay out of the way of the ship. He needed help, but a certain black-shade moving on the scythe, in the corner of Johnny's eyes gave him all the certainty he'd need, as he fell down towards the ship, grabbing onto a rope as he fell, holding onto it he caused friction burns on his hands as he slid down next to Freya, rolling on the floor, blowing on his hands. [Color=Slategray]"OW OW OW"[/color] The Ensign shouted. [Center][h1][Color=Gold]G O L D E N F L E E C E P I R A T E S[/color][/H1] [h2]Sancho F. Graham [i]Kingslayer[/i][/h2] [h3]Loguetown, East Blue.[/h3] Interacting with: [@ryoryoryoken] [@J8cob] [@Arakadin] [/center] Heading into the Docs, the ruckus behind them seemed to be dying down - in more ways than one. Sancho looked at his crew. [Color=Gold]Which of these fine vessels should we take, then?[/color] He asked, rhetorically. They had used a small gunboat before, keeping what few belongings in capsacks that were on their old boat - that was also docked at the harbor. He looked at the Fishwoman and nodded. [Color=Gold]Can you grab our things?[/color] Sancho asked, he then pointed on the biggest ship in the Harbor, it was a Marine Galleon, the second biggest-classed ship in the Navy arsenal, and the biggest one to patrol the Blues. He grinned. He had ridden a Galleon many times back home on Shinra, as it was their only real Warship, and he had quickly learned how to manage one, all part of his training at the hands of Granticus. [Color=Gold]"We're taking this one."[/color] Sancho said, smiling a sly smile. The ship was branded "Blind Justice", and it would suit The Golden Fleece pirates just fine. there were four guards standing outside, leaning on their rifles, or against the lamp-posts neat the landing. It was poorly defended because the Marines were all in town, and they probably assumed nobody was crazy enough to try and steal one of their vessels. Sancho grinned, motioning for Church to stand still. Upon seeing the golden-haired young man, they picked up their posture and loosely-held onto their guns. [b]"Who are you?"[/b] One of them asked, and Sancho smiled, flicking his wrists. [Color=Gold]"The new captain."[/color] The Wool Wool Whip-Technique rung out of his coat as he slapped the four of them with two whips coming out of his arms, the tightly knit wool was harder than wood as it was flicked at them, hard enough to knock all four of them into the water. [Color=Gold]"Church, check if anyone else is on board, and toss them overboard."[/color] Sancho said, he was heading into the Captain's Cabin, to take a look before Samehana arrived, and they would set sail. The Captain's Cabin was located after the brig, which Sancho decided to check out, where any prisoners would be held. There, he found one young man in the holding cell. Sancho looked at him with a weird look. He paced around the Brig, the bars were metal - he thought. He grabbed a hold of them and felt woozy, his powers draining from him as he stumbled backwards. [Color=Gold]"Damn seastone.."[/color] Sancho grunted, holding his head. [Color=Gold]"Who are you?"[/color] Sancho asked the man in the jail-cell. Sure, Sancho himself was a pirate and a criminal, by the eyes of the law, but he still despised most others who were seen the same way. They would still be criminals once Sancho's dream came true. Therefor, he wasn't gonna set some punk criminal who had hurt innocent people free, unless he had a damn good reason to.