[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.

Gathering a crew[/h3]



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"I said that I have no clue what kind of frui-" Spiril started explain as the door to the brig opened, but he quickly fell silent when he looked up from the floor and at the man that was clearly no marine. He looked to be about the same height as Spiril, and they also seemed to be about the same age.

Sancho shook his head. "I asked you a question. It's rude to ignore a nobl- former nobleman." the lightning-haired man said, still disoriented from touching the bars. 

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch your question. I was too busy wondering where the marines that guarded this ship went." Spiril quickly responded, wondering just what this man wanted to know, and where the guards had vanished off to. "So, what was the question?"

Sancho shrugged. "Who are you?" He put it bluntly, looking around, there's gotta be a ledger here somewhere, he figured. He found one on a shelf, a black book. He smiled. He opened it up, it was the list of all the prisoners, a lot of names were crossed out, in fact, all of them were, but one. The only current prisoner on the ship.  It made sense they'd only have one, this wasn't a prison ship, it just had a holding cell.

"Who I am?" Spiril repeated as he watched the man start to look around the room, seemingly searching for something. Spiril couldn't come up with a single reason for why this man seemed so interested in him, but Spiril had developed an interest in the man after he saw the effects the seastonebars had. They had seemed to make him a bit woozy and slightly disoriented, and that could only mean one thing, this guy had devil fruit powers.

"Spiril. huh. Arrested for theft? Doesn't say what you stole. What did you steal? Don't lie to me, or I'll leave you there to rot." Sancho warned the more boyish-looking man.

Spiril froze for a moment as the man suddenly said his name and listed his crime. "Well it's Spirillum, but I guess the marines got lazy when they wrote it down. And I didn't steal anything major. I just took a piece of fruit and then minutes later I'm locked up here." It was the truth, but he left out the details of what kind of fruit it was. 

"A devil fruit, from the looks of these bars, I'd wager." Sancho mentioned, looking at the bars. "Well, this book doesn't mention any tendencies to violence." He said, peering his eyes into the man behind the bars. "Do you have any?"

"Do I look violent?" Spiril asked as he chuckled and struggled to get on his feet. "I can assure you that I'm not dangerous. They only reason I'm in this cage is that the Marine soldiers panicked when they saw me eat the fruit and so they just threw me in here until someone with a higher ranked could tell them what to do with me."

Sancho grinned. "I've come to not let appearance define someone's character." The blonde promised. "I see. So, you wouldn't, say, poison anyone? Stab them?.. Kidnap and boil their infants?" He asked, his voice deadly serious, making it hard to figure out if the last question was sarcastic, or not.

"Not under normal circumstances. I mean, if I had to do one of those things to survive, yes, yes I would." He paused for a moment as he thought about the last one. " Well, not the last one, but the rest, sure. Is that a good enough answer for you?"

The blonde in the leather coat nodded. "Uh-huh." He said, looking around the room. "So, how do you feel about pirates?" He asked, casually.

Spiril went out on a limb and assumed that this was a pirate of some sort and that the reason he was looking around the room was that he was searching for the key to the cell. "I have never had anything against most pirates. Sure, some of them are more monsters than men, but I have lived here in Loguetown my whole life, and I have learned that many of them are actually kind and won't hurt you unless you give them a reason to. But my opinion about you will come down to if you plan to free me or not."

Sancho smiled slyly as Spiril explained his thoughts. "Smart man. I'll set you free, and I'll expect you to remember that I could have just as easily let you rot here. You owe me." The blonde told him, as he looked for the key, but couldn't find it. He walked towards the cage and put his palm just outside of the lock, not touching the seastone. Strings of wool came out of his hand, going into the lock. Sancho hardened the wool once it had taken the form of the lock, and he turned the key he had just created, opening the door.

"What do you do, anyway?" He asked.

When Spiril heard that Sancho felt that he owed him something he frowned. "Well, I assume that you are thinking about stealing this ship, and I don't think that you would enjoy having the smell of a rotting body aboard your ship, but fine. I owe you one," and as he got done talking the door magically opened and he stepped out and stood right next to Sancho.

"What I do? Well, that is a really good question. I was put in handcuffs two minutes after eating the fruit, and since I haven't been back to the library I haven't been able to figure out what kind of fruit it was, but I assume that they would have a copy of the encyclopedia on this ship." At least he hoped so.
 
 Sancho smirked. "Fair enough." He spoke, nodding to the outside of the brig. "So, we should go meet the crew then, I suppose." He said, pointing to the deck. He followed his newly-acquired crewmate out onto the deck where Church and Samehana are. He whistled to gather their attention. "You lot seeing trouble?" he asked before noticing their looks at the new guy.
 
 "Oh yeah, we got a new crewmate. Don't scare him too much. We should set sail before the Marines come back." The Captain spoke, as he looked at the masts and the helm, he walked up towards the helm and took it, before he aimed his hand up at the sails, thin strings of wool was released from his fingers and anchored themselves to the rop, and with a pull of his hand, he set sail on the big vessel it would otherwise take ten sailors to sail.