"Well, that's one blessing we have today. "Abigail rested her hands on her hips as she surveyed the prison. It wasn't what she had been expecting. She wasn't sure what she was expecting exactly, but deep down she had always felt mildly competent it was going to be more than what stood before her. "Now we just had to take advantage of it. I know this is going to sound counter intuitive, what with being in a hurry, but we should make sure not to rush anything." Which was when Hunter burst out what he was going to do and then did it before the Captain could say anything. Without changing the expression on her face, Abigail's eyes followed Hunter as he raced down towards the front of the prison. "Like that." Before she could say anything else Eddie decided to do the same thing, but in the opposite direction. "Or that."

Abigail took a moment to sigh, and rub her temples. "Eddie, we're going to need some medical treatment when this is all over, and the ship is completely unguarded. Would you be so kind as keep an eye on her. If anything goes wrong give us a signal." She paused because they didn't have a signal yet. "Make up a signal. Do something with your devil fruit." Her attention turned to Anna as she pointed towards the front of the prison. "Go with Hunter." Then she jerked her thumb in the opposite direction. "I'll head towards the back to help Eddie." She paused before putting her hand on Anna's shoulder. "I'm sorry if this sounds like I'm sending you to the shit. Its just I know you and Hunter are capable of getting this done, and I have no idea what Eddie can do so I'm going to keep an eye on him." Without waiting for a reply, Abigial rushed down after Eddie.

"Hey Eddie!" THe crimson captain hissed, as she rushed up towards one of the newest members of her crew. "Hey." She reached out to grab onto the man's shirt and gently ease him to a stop. "Be careful. You don't know what's on this island." She hissed. "There's always more dangers in the world than just marines." Without waiting for a reply she turned her attention to the large wall in front of them.

"Hmmm." The captain's hands rested on her hips as she looked the wall over. "I'm sure we could get over it, but that would put us up on top where any marines could see us." She placed her hand on the wall. "Then again, I think I could get us to go through, but again, the noise would definitely draw attention." She turned to Eddie and grinned. "So we've got absolute destruction, or just highly likely destruction. What's your poison of choice?" A frown replaced the captain's grin as she noticed the object in Eddie's hand. "What's in the egg?"

@jynmi88

The thin silhouette of the Lapis seemed to to just barely float on the horizon while it's captain, a pink haired female whose attention seemed glued to the rocky waters, steered the ship with a smile towards the first chunk of land she had spotted in days. It didn't seem too inhabited from this side of the landmass, as all Juliette could see along the sandy coasts were trees and rocks, but if her calculations had been correct, this island should hold a marine prison somewhere, and rumors said that it was also supposed to be positively strewn with shipwrecks. From this far out though, the female could not actually make out any wrecks or debree, only trees. The idea of getting any closer with her own beloved vessel made her hesitate for a moment though, worried for the safety of Silver and herself in waters known for ruining ships. Perhaps, maybe they would sail only close enough to anchor, and then fly the rest of the way to shore? It would allow them a better view of the island, after all, and that is exactly what they needed if they were going to search the wrecks for any sort of left-over loot.

"Alright, Silver. Looks like this is as far as we go. Let's get ready for some adventure." She smiled after turning from the ships helm, and facing an oversized hawk who seemed to have just raised his tired head from his shoulder, having been napping only a moment earlier. His eyes followed Juliette while she trotted from the ships helm to below deck, returning only a moment later with a large saddle hung over one of her shoulders, and large a doufel bag slung over the other. The eagle, who was now fully awake and standing, stood patiently while his captain set the saddle on his back, humming aloud while she worked on strapping the bird up with practiced ease. Silver towered over the pink haired woman while she worked, taking a glance at her every once in awhile. When she finished, she then set about throwing their anchor overboard, and ensuring that the Lapis wouldn't end up half a league away by the end of their excursion. As soon as she felt it was properly set, she then quickly grabbed up her doufel bag and hopped into Silver's saddle.

"Let's go boy." she said at once, bracing herself against the saddle as the bird suddenly made a dash for the edge of the ship, outstretching his wings before quickly hopping over the edge of their tiny ship, and suddenly shoving them downward. The gust of wind they created provided enough lift that the two were almost immediately several yards above the water after taking off, leaving the lapis sloshing side to side from the sheer force of wind. Juliette smiled at the familiar feeling of racing winds enveloped her, and made her feel at peace there, high above the seas. Fingers smoothed the feathers on the back of Silvers neck while the excitement at flying quickly fading from the girl as they approached the island's coast. Dots of broken ships quickly began to come into focus as they neared below. They littered the rock outcroppings that surrounded the island and bay, and some even seemed to even reach the beach itself, half buried in sand, like skeletons left behind. Something a bit further west of the islands coast seemed to catch her eye though, irregular compared to the other busted shapes of dead ships.

"Is that..." Juliette spoke while she scanned below them, suddenly spotting something she hadn't expected to see in such a desolate, dangerous place-- an unsunken ship. "Coast left, Silver, and bring us down. I wanna get a closer look at that ship." she said excitedly, already beginning to dream up the possible goodies they might find inside. Upon coasting closer, the woman noted the lack of visible people on the ship, and just how beat up the thing actually looked this close up. The figure head was even missing, apparently knocked off during a rather rough trip. Perhaps this ship wasn't sunk, but still abandoned by the crew who had sailed her this far. It wouldn't have surprised her, since this island was known for stranding anyone who wasn't careful enough or tried to avoid coming too close to the rocky coasts.

"Bring us down on the unbroken mask, Silv. I'll check it out first." she instructed the bird, who quickly followed the command and dropped down quickly, wings coming in closer as he speed up in a downward path towards the ship. Just as he approached mast, he unfurled his wings completely and stopped their momentum, a bit harshly at first, but enough to allow the bird to grasp the wooden log with his talons. Juliette seemed to huff as soon as they stopped, hands in a tight grip around the choke of the saddle. "We really need to work on gentler landings.." she mumbled a little, allowing herself a moment to breathe properly before swinging herself off of Silver's back.

"Kay. Not a guard in sight. Looks like we've lucked out, boy." she said gleefully. "You wait up here and keep watch. If ya see anyone coming, make some noise, kay?" she instructed the bird, who seemed happy to perch quietly. The pink haired woman then began to make her way down the riggings, her feet hitting the deck with a light 'clack' from her heeled shoes. "Alright then, lets see what treasures you hide." she smirked, and entered the first cabin door she found.

Eddie would find himself now in the possession of a very long piece of rope, far more than could fit the egg, he'd have to spend a while pulling the rope out to find himself with a bit over 20 feet. Good for him! Running around the prison wouldn't reveal much more than they'd already seen. Any marines appeared to be indoors. Getting any closer to the bridge it appeared to be mostly unguarded from what he could see. What to do now?

Capra's day was not going nearly as well as he had hoped. Scouring this island in search of Dead Eye hadn't been successful thus far, he was beginning to wonder if his information was false. If that weren't enough, the island was so dreary and depressing that Capra's excitement felt like it was being drained slowly, and painfully through a plastic straw. He likely only had a handful of hours left until the ship sailed without him, so he'd have to hurry up and find Dead Eye, if she was even on the damn island. After much consideration, Capra decided to check outside the prison. He had steered clear of it during his search, as he figured that a fair amount of the prisoners were put away by him and he figured they would not be happy to see him. He exhaled, and trudged off towards the large imposing prison. His poleaxe was still on his back, and as long as he had that, he would be fine. At least, that's what he told himself.

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After a very boring trek across the island that Capra spent mostly psyching himself up, he saw the prison. A large imposing place, definitely not the type of prison he'd want to be put in. Which made the idea of him being the reason many prisoners were in this prison even more unsettling, they'd probably try and tear him to pieces if they managed to get their hands on him. His eyes trailed across the landscape, it seemed as though he was near the back of the prison. After trudging out of the bushes, he found himself face-to-face with two strangers, well, he was taller than the two strangers, so maybe not face-to-face. These two were strange, that was for sure. An incredibly short red haired woman, and a man with goggles on his head, who was also rather short. Neither were Dead Eye. But he had wasted enough time, maybe they knew where his target was? There was no chance of them telling him if he didn't ask. Oh god, that sounded like something his mom would say, he was glad he didn't say that out loud. Instead of breaking the ice like a normal person, right after stepping out of the bushes, and observing the two, Capra spoke. "I'm looking for Dead Eye. Do you know where she is?" No hello, just straight to the point. Capra berated himself for being so blunt, these people weren't frequenters of the Underworld like most people he was used to talking to, a simple "Hello." would have probably been a good way to start the conversation.

It didn't occur to Capra that it was rather strange that these two people, who were clearly not marines, were sneaking around the side of a prison, nor did it occur to him that he himself likely came off as incredibly strange. Not like it mattered to him if he did, he just wanted to find Dead Eye, and fight her.

Anna nodded to Abby and headed off toward where Hunter had gone. She was sure he was fine though she wasn't entirely sure of his skill. Sure they knew each other through random chance meetings in taverns but that was it. She had never actually worked with him, she only had rumors to go off of, and those weren't very reliable. She knew from personal experience as for the longest time rumor was that Dead Eye, herself, was a man who just looked like a female, though that didn't last long as she wanted everyone she faced to know they had been bested by a girl.

She managed to pull herself out of her thoughts when she entered where Hunter was and saw a bunch of dead marines. "Man, you waste no time. Save some fun for me why don't ya." She chuckled as she looked at the man now covered in blood. "Rumors seem to be true in this case." She mumbled more to herself than to Hunter. "Anyway, cap'n wanted me to go with you so here I am. Let's keep a move on why don't we. This place isn't very heavily guarded, what with the practically impossible to traverse waters." She paused to count the number of men who were already dead. "I would say by the looks of it you might have already taken out at least half of the men on duty here. Do you know if any of them set off an alarm or sent some sort of distress signal?" She questioned. He back ground with the marines meant she had access to more information than one should know about them, and the ships that attacked them were likely still around the island somewhere. They did not need a message getting to them that pirates were attacking the prison. She chuckled to herself, "Ya know, it's funny, normally people try to break out of prison, yet here we are breaking into one." She motioned for Hunter to follow her as she headed toward the holding portion of the prison, they wanted more crew members, this was the place to get them for sure.

@jynmi88 @NachoBachoPacho

"Sir! Or perhaps I should say madam? It appears to be rope. And there's an awful lot of it." The rope hanging from inside the egg was creating a small pile on the ground. "That crazy fellow, uh, Hunter was it? I think the guards should be drawn to the front of the prison. Damn, if only I had a harpoon gun or something, I could get this rope up that wall. I don't really see any way up otherwise."

At which point, they were addressed by a rather tall man, who without warning asked them a question.

"Um. Hello." He said to the man, then turned to the captain, "Uh. Is he a member of our crew?"

"Ahem. I do not suppose you would have harpoon gun, or other large projectile? I would be in your debt if you would lend such an item to me briefly." He bowed slightly, before realising the somewhat ridiculous request he was making toward an utter stranger. Ah well. It was not as though this man had not made a similarly sudden request.

Hunter had finally managed disassembling the last of the guards, the walls coated in the blood of his foes, when the mercenary lass walked in. Apparently the captain had sent her here to help out, though that was kind of unnecessary. Out of politeness he responded to her question.
"Eh, the bastards didn't get much of a chance to call out for help. The screaming might have ticked off some of the remaining guards, but I guess we'll just have to deal with that later."
He joined his crewmate in walking towards the holding cells. That line she had muttered was starting to niggle away at him. Deciding that the only way to get an answer was to ask, he cleared his throat to get her attention.
"What rumours have ye heard about me? Of course, the mysterious Deadeye should be no stranger to exaggerated tales, though ye really ain't that much of a mystery, marine girl."

Anna, having only been paying attention to half of what Hunter was saying continued walking in silence for a couple seconds before most of it had registered. She turned to him, walking backwards now, to answer his question. She looked him in the eyes, not that he would be able to tell through her mask. "There were plenty of rumors about how that jacket of yours turned red. Most of them the same, involving you killing a bunch of marines. You know if you washed your clothes properly the stains would have come right out. Trust me, I know." It wasn't until she had turned back around and now had her back to him that the fact that he had just called her 'marine girl' registered in her mind. "Also I have no clue what you are talking about, why exactly did you call me marine girl?" She questioned feigning ignorance. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Rumors had been going around about the mercenary Dead Eye and her connection to the marines since she gained a reputation. Most being that she was a marine before going rouge and joining the underground as a hitman, that's why she wore the mask. To hide her face from any pirates she may have faced in her marine days. This of course was not the case and when questioned about her connection to the marines she would act like the person was an idiot and move along. She didn't like people knowing she was raised by a marine. After all she was old enough when she was abandoned to know that the man that raised her was not her father, that he had absolutely no relation to her, that he was just some guy her parents had thrust her upon, unfairly, to do who knows what with the rest of their lives. She shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking about this. She would see how Hunter responded and go from there.

@hozan
"I'd personally prefer Sir, because its shorter. Nobody has time to say madam in a moment of crises. Abby or captain works too." Frowning, Abigail glared at the rope in her new crew-mate's hand and then looked up at the top of the wall. "We don't need anything. I can get the rope up there." She would've said more, but a noise pulled her attention away.

@NachoBachoPacho
Abigail turned her away from Eddie to the newcomer who seemed to just be born from a push. He was a large individual with green eyes and a broad chest. He came out thrusting questions like fencing opponents thrust swords. That wasn't what bothered her though. It wasn't even the the fact he was looking for a member of her crew that caused concern. It was his exit from the bush. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about the situation seemed almost poetic. Of course, that could've just been her perverted mind teasing her with something dirty she should've recognized right away. Also, it was a little bit unnerving how someone his size was able to get so close without her detecting him.

Quickly, Abigail forced her face to go blank, not an easy task considering the passion that flowed through every Hennar's blood. "Dead eye?" The tiny woman blinked. "The name doesn't sound too familiar. I know an Hunter, if that helps." Without waiting for a reply, the captain returned her attention to Eddie and snatched the rope from the man's hand. "Please don't ask strange men hiding in bushes for help. We never know what they could be up to."

Before either character could say something she picked up a rock. It glowed yellow. She tossed at the top of the wall. It hit and and a circle of blue light appeared where the stone touched. Then, she touched the tip of the rope and it took on a yellow glow. "WAtch." She let go of the edge of the rope and it shot up and pressed against the blue sphere, creating a green glow. "See. We don't need any help." She grabbed the rope and gave it a couple of practice tugs. "Better than a harpoon." She cocked her head towards the top. "You first. I'll follow quickly behind you."

"Okay then." The captain said to the new comer. "It was very nice to meet you, but we've got things to do, lot's of things to do." She shook her head. "There's no end to the things we have to do."

@jynmi88

Elliot quickly ran to the position of the ship, where he checked for signs of people intruding, hid valuable stuff, quickly cleaned his medical utensils and ate some food before going back to where Abigail and Eddie where. Only a fool wouldn't want to see a pirate invasion of a marine prison with their own eyes and thought the last marine related event he was in had some disastrous aftermath; he was personally making sure this would be a success. Returning to where Abigail and Eddie was, Elliot noticed a third man was amongst them. Overhearing the name of the person the man was looking for, it seemed more interesting people where on the island, perhaps with luck he would be able to meet the infamous dead eye.

As Elliot approached Abigail, he planned to suggest that he used his devil fruit power to turn himself into paper and reach the wall, where he would attach the rope to a window bar or something. It was not a well-thought plan for the most part primarily because he had thought of it on the way there and because Abigail would solve it by the time he was about to speak.

"Didn't know you were a devil fruit user, Sir much better than what I was going to suggest; Also sorry for not listening to your orders, but I have a personal vendetta with the Marines and what's better than having a medic cure your injuries on the front lines"

Hunter motioned for her to sit down, as he explained what he meant. "I have... an ability. Apparently me brain processes information quicker than everyone around me. At least, that's what the marines told me parents. Though it's not that at all. I can... sense the flow of the world, and the emotions of people. So don't play coy with me, Anna. The winds of the Marine still flow around ye. I just want ye to know, the other rumours about me are wrong."

After finishing, he stood up and made his way to the holding cells. He threw one of his flintlock over to Anna and addressed the prisoners: "Right, we only need fifteen of ye lazy sods, and I can't be arsed to go through a lengthy interview process as the marines may be on our tail. So here's the deal, I'm going to shoot at random into these cages, and the fifteen who ain't dead get to come with us. Sound fun?" He cocked his pistol and pointed it at the cage.

@jynmi88 @blumenk @hozan

Capra frowned at the short woman's response. " Hunter? As in the Crimson Demon? That's no good. The rumors are too over the top. Flashier the rumors the more mundane the truth, I learned that early on in the business. Dead Eye's the one I want to meet." He scratched his chin. Something about these people being here seemed strange to him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He was about to respond to the goggle wearing man that they would have noticed if he had a harpoon gun or a large projectile on him, but the short woman responded to him quickly. Not asking a stranger coming out of a bush for help, huh? Was he really that creepy? Capra looked a little self conscious as he thought this over, but was quickly distracted by the demonstration of the small woman's powers. A devil fruit? It had to be. Nothing else could do something as strange as that. Only after he was done thinking that over, did he notice that a newcomer had arrived.

The short woman said something about it being nice to meet him. Obviously a lie, but that they had to get many things done. And then, it dawned on him. Were they trying to break into the prison? That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. If they were trying to break into the prison, he would have to stop them. But he really needed to find Dead Eye. He decided to let them go about their business, until he could confirm that they were up to no good. In the mean time, perhaps this new stranger knew where Dead Eye was. He turned to the newcomer, and in a tired voice, asked him a question. "I'm looking for a sharpshooter. A good one. I don't know much about the sharpshooter's appearance, but if you know any man or woman who's proficient with a gun, I would appreciate it if you told me where they were." Capra subtly shifted his stance. Ready to chase the three strangers if they tried anything funny. Or if he decided that they were in fact criminals. He crouched slightly, and his legs tensed. But every other part of him seemed completely relaxed. If they tried to flee, or if they went over the wall, he'd just leap after them.

"Hmm." She glared slightly through her mask as he explained how he knew, and even though he said he didn't care she still didn't like him knowing. She clicked her tongue before responding. "Just, don't tell anyone. I hate people knowing, it could potentially ruin my rep." This was all she said as she followed Hunter to the holding area. When they arrived he handed her one of his guns and addressed some of the inmates. She decided she should probably interject, she may be a mercenary but she wasn't one for unnecessary bloodshed, especially if she wasn't going to get paid for it. "Um, as fun as that may be, injuring a potential crew mate isn't the best idea. I don't think our captain would approve and it sure as hell won't make them like you." She pointed out in an attempt to not cause a scene. She paused for a minute before speaking again. "Besides, Eddie and Hunter are coming in through the back, we should go get them to hurry there asses up so we can make our repairs to the ship and hightail it out of her asap." With that she headed to where she could only assume was the back entrance, not waiting for Hunter's reply. She had no control of him, he could do as he pleased.

After a bit of walking and a shot fired between a few random marine's eyes she made it to the back wall. It was high but from her side there was an easy way to the top, a ladder against the wall, clearly once used to get to the top and patrol, before it was determined that a large staff was a waste of resources and thus the excess was removed. She climbed the ladder and peeked over the edge of the wall, spotting the other three members of the crew and a very odd stranger. "Oi, you coming or what, Hunter and I got this place pretty much covered!" She yelled down to them before adding another comment. "And who is the strange one with you, a potential new crew mate?" She asked, unaware of who the male was, even though they had crossed paths briefly before. She was also, clearly, oblivious to the fact that he was looking for Dead Eye, and that her mask pretty much gave her away as the person he was looking for.

@NachoBachoPacho @jynmi88 @blumenk

"Right you are, sir!" Eddie said, grabbing the rope. Pausing a moment, he whispered to the captain, "You sure you don't want to talk to this fellow? He seems insistent."

He waved at Elliot, then started his slow shimmy up the rope, deciding that wherever Dead Eye happened to be currently, it most likely had nothing to do with him. In any case, he should leave any further discussion to his captain.

Hunter sheathed his pistols, reluctantly agreeing with the girl. He followed her, still soaked in blood. Stopping by the marines corpse, he grabbed the man's pistol and placed it in his free holster. Again he rubbed his hand through his hair, the blood clumping parts together to look akin to demon horns.
Picking up a sword from another dead guard, he began using it as a cane. Clink, Clink, Clink, the sound went, as he walked after the marine girl.
In the low light inside the prison, he now looked more demon than man. The shadows added to sharpening his more sinister features, and the smell of freshly spilled blood seemed to envelope the air around him. Stepping forward, he gave an overtly polite bow to his captain. His new weapon was hungering for some new blood.
"And who might ye be, walking along with the cap'n?" Hunter casually asked, wiping his blade on his coat which seemed to give it a red sheen.

The first cabin that Juliette came upon after climbing down a latter was a simple bedroom, with a vertical row of mattresses and a wall lined with lockers. She softly whistled to herself while she searched through the room, not taking very long to figure out that it didn't contain anything honestly worthwhile, and then meandering onward. Juliette did not worry about anyone popping up at this point, as it seemed pretty empty thus far; however, she still remained alert while she stepped through the next cabin door, entering yet another bedroom, nearly identical to the last. The woman didn't bother to search this one for very long, nor the next, as they once again contained little of interest. It wasn't until she came to the medical cabin that she finally found something of use. Basic medical supplies like disinfectant and bandages were not cheap, and so she didn't hesitate to stuff a few things into her bag. Although she might not have been too familiar with medical supplies, she did at least know how to put together a decent first aid kit. The woman pauses for a moment after reaching for a roll of gauze, the familiar texture sparking a brief nostolgic thought. Her mother in bathroom of her childhood home, reaching for the first aid kit after she and Silver had returned home in tatters again. Her mother never chided her for this, just took care to patch her up thouroughly and listened to the child chatter on about their venture.

Juliette shook herself from her short reverie after a few moments, her whistling long forgotten for the peaceful silence of the ship. Only the hushed waves rocking the ship added life to the room, and she quickly began her whistling once more after beginning to move through the ship again. The next cabin she came to was the kitchen, which to her unease, still contained unspoiled food. If this ship had been abandoned recently, this might explain the left over food, but this still left the pink haired woman feeling anxious. What if the occupants returned after seeking help? Would anyone come looking to salvage a ship like this? It seemed unlikely, but possible, so Juliette picked up her pace and began to shove food items into her bag; whatever wouldn't spoil took presidence, as she didn't feel like risking her and Silver over fruit and other easily gathered things.

@hozan
Without changing direction the redheaded woman whispered back. "I agree. Maybe after some talking he'll get bored and decide to find others more deserving of the company."

@blumenk
Before the scarlet fist's captain could continue the crew's new doctor returned. Her first reaction was to scold the man and send him on his way back to the ship, but she kept her mouth shut. It was never a good idea to get into the habit of issuing orders before having all the information. So she kept her mouth shut until the man said his case. "Okay." She sighed. "That's fine. It makes sense, but if there's anything wrong with the ship when we get back it's coming out of your cut." She paused. "Whenever it is we find ourselves in the need to split things into cuts, that is." She shook her head. "Anyways," She offered the man the rope. "Up you go!"

@NachoBachoPacho
Abigail turned her attention to the stranger partly to keep an eye on him and partly because she didn't like watching her subordinates climb from a lower angle. "Probably." She mumbled. "Puff pieces like that are usually more fable than truth. It's the pirates and fighters that don't leave witnesses you've got to look out for, but then again, there's no way of knowing, right?" The woman paused and pointed in the opposite direction of their docked ship. "I'm sure there's got to be a good sharpshooter out there. If I were looking for one, I'd turn and head off into the wilderness because if I was a sharpshooter with a desire to show off my skill to the world by shooting down a bunch of marines I'd get as far away from the base as I could and bang! Bang! Bang! Nothing says skill with a gun like a bunch of dead bodies that had no idea there was even a threat, right?"

@LostDestiny
At the sound of her sharpshooter's voice Abigail's body visibly tensed, but the tension disappeared as quickly as it came; only the quickest of eyes couldn't have been certain it was anything more than a trick of light or result of too much beer before a lot of time in the sun. "Aye, Anna!" She called up to the woman. "This, this isn't anyone of interest. Just a stranger going out on they're way to find a gunner. We shouldn't cause him to pause any longer than he needs to."

@Ryteb Pymeroce
"Hunter!" The captain chirped. "Speak of the devil, or demon. Same thing, right?" Abigail thought as her navigator made his grand entrance. "Oh bother." She muttered, rubbing her eyes. "So much for keeping the body count down, even if it was only just by a single tally mark." She clapped her hands. "Well then stranger. This is the bloody demon of legend." She patted her navigator on the shoulder. "And we're a crew of no goods trying to climb over this marine wall. I don't know what the point in bothering is, because going through the front in a full frontal assault would've been easier and saved a lot more time." The captain shrugged. "But that's how cookie crumbles. Better to err on caution than to err on the fact there's a bullet where a bullet doesn't belong, or space where a limb should be."

"Now that that's been settled." The captain raised her hand and a yellow light glowed from the center, where if one looked closely one would notice a tiny slit resembling a negative sign at the center of her palm. "I've got a prison to loot, marines to annoy, enemies of the state to free." She grinned from ear to ear before her power pulled her off the ground towards the part of the rope that was attached to the wall. "Hunter, be a dear and keep this man company, won't you?"

On top of the wall Abigail waited for the rest of her crew to climb the rope before deactivating her power. "Okay folks. Let's check out the cells for new hands and then we'll start pillaging."

@jynmi88@Ryteb Pymeroce@hozan@LostDestiny@NachoBachoPacho

"Don't worry captain, even if it was just a brief look there were no signs of someone" Elliot said to Abigail, facing the man who was looking for deadeye next "I know about the mysterious sharpshooter you have been looking for sailor, unfortunately I only have heard rumors and have not met Deadeye in person, thought it seems this island has attracted pretty interesting people - looking at Abigail and Hozan for a moment - so you might be able to find Deadeye here"

Climbing up to where Hunter and Anna position Elliot initially mistook Hunter for a demon, he momentarily lost his composure and began to shake. Upon realizing his mistake he swept the sweat from his brow and straightened up "You really live up to your reputation Hunter, hope that most of the blood isn't yours" now that they were all there, Elliot stretched his hands and took his surgical knife and some bandages from his pocket "Before we began to move, do any of you need some patching up? The difference of closing a small cut before it gets worse is as big as life and death"

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Capra nodded as the short woman spoke. She made plenty of sense to him, a sharpshooter wouldn't be right there in front of a marine base. He decided to head back into the wilderness, and continue his hunt for Dead Eye. But just before he could, a new voice called down to him, or rather the people around him. He turned to look at where the voice came from, and right there, before his eyes, was Dead Eye. He had seen her before, briefly. But not enough to remember anything other than the mask. But the mask, oh he remembered the mask, it was pretty much the signature Dead Eye look. No one could replicate the mask either, the countless fake Dead Eyes he had by chance met (and on some occasions killed) had all tried to replicate the mask, but none could. It was unique to the real Dead Eye. So Capra knew that this woman was his target. He was so excited that he hadn't wasted all his time, that he nearly missed the tension radiating off of the short woman for a split second. Nearly. She called up to Dead Eye after she expertly hid her tension, that was impressive. Clearly she wasn't some random civilian if she was able to mask her emotions so skillfully. Did she call her Anna? Huh. He expected something more intimidating, like...Well okay. He didn't know any names that struck fear into the hearts of men women and children or anything, but Anna was okay, he guessed. It took him a moment to even register what Dead Eye had said. He really needed to get out of his own head and start listening more. She had asked if he was a potential crew mate..

He connected the dots at last. Strange people on a prison island, the stranger who came running said he had a vendetta against the marines, another called the short woman sir. And Dead Eye was here, and asked if he was a potential crew mate. These people were almost definitely pirates! And then yet another stranger showed up near Dead Eye. A fair-sized crew, too. If they were all skilled, this would be trouble. Crap, he really just wanted to fight Dead Eye. Not paying attention to the rest of what the short woman said. Capra scratched his chin, looked to the ground, and began to think. Then he remembered that thinking was never his strong suit. He decided to wing it instead.

Capra's body began to grow as the short woman headed up the rope using her strange power. His muscle mass expanded, wool, and then a thin layer of grey fur covered his body, an even thinner layer of white fur grew on his face. Two small horns appeared atop his head. His feet became hoof-like, his arms extended, they were only a little shorter than his legs. What still struck Capra as odd, was despite the drastic changes, his clothing was still a perfect fit. He had asked the various members of the Underworld if that was normal for Zoan-type devil fruit users, and apparently it was. It still seemed really strange though. Capra crouched down, his body filled with tension, and he transferred most of that tension to his legs. The ground under him cracked in response. Capra checked to make sure his poleaxe was still there, which totally wasn't a nervous habit. (he lied) And in one motion, he stretched his legs out, and jumped with all his might. The ground around him caved in after he took off, and he practically flew over the prison wall, high into the air, like a speeding bullet, before landing on the edge of the wall, just in front of Dead Eye. "Hey, I know this is sort of sudden, but fight me." He said straight to Dead Eye's face, it wasn't so much a request as it was a demand.

Anna watched as her crew mates climbed up the wall and helped them over up when they reached the top. She paid little attention to the stranger even though the fact that he was looking for a gunner peeked her interest. Most people looking for a gunner were usually looking for her. Then there was the fact that said gunner remained unnamed and the fact that Abby made it a point to call her by her name rather than her alias. She wasn't stupid, she could connect the dots. He was looking for her. And she knew that mask was a dead giveaway. However she went along with feigning ignorance. Once everyone reached the top and said their piece they turned to head back into the prison. Anna made sure to trail behind slightly, there was no doubt in her mind that the stranger would follow them up the wall somehow and confront her.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard something land behind her she turned to face the stranger who demanded she fight him. She remained silent for a moment, staring him down from behind her mask, though her face, had it been able to be seen, was devoid of any emotion. After a very long pause the redheaded gunner shook her head. "No." She said simply and turned back around to follow the rest. She had no interest in fighting the stranger. There was nothing to gain from doing so and thus, was a waste of her time. Her guns remained holstered and she didn't make a move to reach for them as she walked away. She was a quick draw, if he decided he wanted to force her into a fight the would put two between his eyes faster than most would be able to react. She didn't need no fancy devil fruit powers to be the best in her field. She was the best, and she knew it. Even though she was walking away her focus was still on the goat man who had challenged her. He, like most, would likely not accept her answer. Hell, if she was him she wouldn't accept her answer. She mentally shrugged, she would react accordingly to how the stranger acted. Only time would tell if she would be forced to kill more today.