The frozen saint, despite what its name would imply was not cold. It was hot. In the shade it had to be well over ninety degrees. It was also, despite what its name would imply, not a godly place. There was nothing godly about the area. Some could argue that the lack of murders were proof of divine intervention, but then others argued a lack of evil was a sign of divinity's absence. In short it was the same as any other book that couldn't be judged by its title, person by his appearance, or friend by a first meeting.

The streets were mostly empty with the exceptional man or woman who needed something from one of the many general stores that managed to eek out a living. Some walked by with arm loads of groceries for the evening's meal. Others rolled carts filled with heavy tools behind them as they made their way back home. Most only needed a single bag's worth of goods. Whatever the case was, they were sweating an unhappy with being outside their homes.

On the side of the town's busiest road there was a tavern called the pork's perk. Most people passed it by without a second look. The ones who noted the place either did so with a glare or a quick turn in the opposite direction. While on the inside, the barflies and workers didn't even realize the world outside existed. Everything that meant anything was either at the bottom of their mug or inside the barrel. Only a single individual noted the outside world.

She was a young woman, with one hand on the handle of a mug and the other one under her chin, which itself was propped on a table. Her hair was long and purple like light bruises already on their way to healing. She had eyes of warm water under a clear sky. Despite the color they weren't soft. They were hard and ready like the handle of a blade that could be pulled out of it's sheath at a moment's provocation.

Her interests wasn't in the people who called this place home, but the ones who didn't or ever would, because they never could. She needed to find others, if not like herself, than at least with the same place of residence, a hunk of wood on the never ending sea. Her boat had sunk a few leagues out to see and it was only by luck she'd manage to make it to the island before her legs gave out. There were a few that stood out as obvious seafarers but none of the caught her attention. They flew through the net of interest like water.

"Wha?...!" Hiccup! A shout echoed through the room. "What do ya mean." Hiccup. "You won't give me any more." There was a crash as a mug flew in the air over Abbygail, smashing into the wall, sending ale everywhere. "Do you" Hiccup! "KNow who I am?!?!"

"I know. I know." The man behind the counter sighed. "I know. You've continuously told me, and I'll be happy to give you a bottle to drink on your way, but it has to be on your way."

"You're kicking me out!" The man's words came out like a child during its first time walking on ice. "Me, out."

Abbygail swiveled her chair to look at the source of the commotion. The figure's face was hidden behind a strange metal mask with the number four written on it. His thin, soft hands were on the counter, which did little for keeping his swaying body still. Even with the support it looked like he'd collapse at a moment's notice.

"I'm sorry." The man behind the counter, he introduced himself as Bill to Abbygail but William to the first customer to come in after her, said. "I don't want any trouble."

"Ah well." Hiccup! Despite the mask covering the man's face, his sneer was as plain as day. "I want to drink some more ale here in peace, but looks like you're just not going to allow us to get what we want and have a goo day, are you?" Keeping on hand on the counter so he wouldn't fall over like a tree whose trunk suddenly disappeared, the masked man grabbed Bill by the shirt collar. "So I'll just settle for having an okay day." The man's other hand came up, a knife was there, doing the opposite of a magician's vanishing act. He pressed it towards Bill's throat. He did it hard enough to prove a point, but not hard enough for the point to draw blood.

Kyy was currently behind the tavern, making food for the customers. He'd arrived a few months back and had offered to work for bill as a cook, to help draw in more customers. Today was like any other. Plenty of cooking, talking, and of course, drunken antics. He looked over at the masked man who was making a scene and frowned. "Hey, I'd let him go if I were you." He didn't move from his station but he had a glint in his eye, one that made it clear how serious he was while also telling how much he hoped the man would give him a reason to act.

Rainer regretted everything today. First he regretted landing on this island. The Frozen Saint was hot as hell and that didn't really help him breath easy, what with gills and everything under his clothing. Then he regretted docking his small boat at the southern most dock. Cause the second he left it to go buy supplies it was gone, as in somebody STOLE HIS BOAT!!!

And lastly, He regretted going into the Porks Perk, a tavern he saw on his way into town. He had originally went to the tavern in order to gather information on who had stolen his boat, however he regretted that to cause the second he opened that door he was welcomed to awkward silence, a heavy atmosphere, and the sight of a man with a metal mask holding a knife to the bartenders throat and another man glaring at the metal masked man with a threatening aura.

Rainer stood there like a stone statue. "U ... um, whats going on?" He asked. Not knowing what else to do.

"Sober up buddy, you wouldn't want to kill the only guy serving drinks here~"

Janet let out a smile at the tavern, after her long embark from her rowboat at the Frozen Saint. She was carrying a quiver, chucked with a bundle of javelins. This was the first island she had travelled to, most of her life was spent at Shell Town, until a series of unfortunate events that led her to attack a bunch of Marines. She was new to the whole pirating business, but she knows better than anyone not to find unnecessary trouble. Quite an eye-opening experience, this new island, and my bounty from only two days as a pirate ~

She wiped her mouth with her 3.9 million bounty paper, crumpling it as she throws it to the waste bin rather accurately. "And I wouldn't be happy if I don't get another glass of orange juice"

"Let him go?" The man's body didn't move. His neck, a picture of stone pillars holding up a building, continued to aim the blank mask towards at the bartender. "Who're you telling to let this man go? Do you know who I am? Who I'm with?" The figure shook his head. The neck creaked like rusted hinges being forced to move. "No. Of course you don't, or you wouldn't have opened your mouth."

"Look...." The man behind the counter said as sweat poured off him in cascades. A ring of liquid form on his collar. He lifted his arms in surrender, revealing more dark patches. "There's no need to be aggressive. Everyone needs to calm down, please. I don't want any trouble."

"I told you already,I don't...." The masked man paused at the sound of a new arrival. Once again the head didn't move, and the body followed suit, but the blood lust that had to have been coming from the man's eyes was redirected towards the stranger at the door. "A party" the figure said. He was smiling now. "We're having ourselves a good little party. So come on in. Attendance is mandatory." He pressed the blade deeper into the man's throat. Blood didn't start pouring, but the skin turned red with the pressure.

"Sober!" The masked man spit the words, probably regretting them instantly as there was nowhere for the saliva to go but back at him. Of course, he wouldn't admit to the unpleasantness. Instead, he focused his anger on the woman who suggested he let the booze take their leave from his system. "Sobers the last thing I want! I want to make the world go black and warm."

"Look, I'm sorry." Bill said in the most relaxing tone a voice like gravel could produce. "Just go, forget all this and I'll throw in a keg, you can take back to your boss."

"A keg?" The man's voice went soft and his body slouched ever so slightly, like a giant finding himself under a house. "A keg wouldn't be bad." He pulled the blade away and tapped it against the mask's forehead. "Tempting.
Tempting." He twirled the knife as he spoke. "But it's not going to do you any good." The blade stopped in his hand, the dangerous end, as tradition would dictate, facing towards what it was, exactly, he wanted to poke.

The blade shot forward. A flashed of light flickered as it arched towards Bill's face. Something flashed to the trouble maker's right like a snake after a mean. Blood shot across the floor and the masked man screamed loud enough to cause nearby dogs to howl.

"What?" Though his eyes weren't showing, the man's confusion was evident. It wasn't in his voice, or the way he moved his neck. It was the fact there was a serrated blade going through his hand, through the handle of the knife, and past where several fingers used to be, and he wasn't screaming bloody murder. Attached to the piece of steel there was the chain. It dropped to the floor and slithered down to the feet of a woman the man hadn't noticed before. She had purple hair.

"That's enough." The woman muttered. "Nobody here is interested in seeing this. We all just want to drink and forget there's a reason for our drinks."

"you did this?" The man said, holding up the remains of his hand. The still chain jingled as he moved. "To me, a member of the legion pirates." He laughed. "You must be crazy." He raised his good hand and pointed at everyone in the room, even the drunks who were hoping they'd get out of everything unscathed. "You're all crazy." Quick as a snake he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red stick. His thumb dug into the red material before shooting up, ignite the big match.

The room flared green. "Ha! I win!" The man, paused to look at Bill, who to his credit was smart enough to move out of range. He didn't hesitate though. Another target was close enough. He swung his injured hand towards the woman with the juice. while the other hand pulled back before tossing the green flare out the window at the opposite end of the bar. It sailed four feet past the window before bouncing off the tavern's deck and harmlessly onto the dirt on the back street.

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"Someone get that flare!" Bill shouted. He wanted to cry, was trying to do his best not to cry, but the tears were already welling up at the corners of his eyes like children waiting for the last day's school bell.

Rainer rushes forward and just nod through the window the second the bartender says that, sensing the panic in his voice while grabbing the fire in his hand before hissing in pain. "D-Dammit!!!!" He grunted before pushing it forward into the ground as it began to smolder and eventually die out, smoke escaping from the space inbetween his burnt fingers. "Man this stings." He said looking back to the bar. "Hey um ... is there a reason I just burnt up my hand?" He asked the bartender as he entered back into the tavern, hand turned upwards showing the burn marks. He goes over to one of the tables and grabs a random person's drink, pouring it onto his hand, cleaning up some of the burn.

Kyy watched the man's display of 'power', about to act when someone beat him to the punch. "I guess I didn't have to..." He mumbles to himself before approaching the man in the mask. He put his hands on the man's injured hand, stopping the bleeding so he wouldn't die. That could cause more trouble than it was worth. "What the hell just happened boss?"

Keg? Shit, if a bar fight occur here... Considering how good that troublemaker's temper seemed to have, words doesn't seem to get through him, the only way of talking is through fists. But, by the time she realised that, it was too late, all her javelins are strung with her hair. For once Janet had wished that she wasn't that prepared for her voyage.

She deflected the man's oncoming attack, as gently as possible, but that still ignited a small explosion. The good news is that the explosion did not consume the alcohol crates; the bad news is that the flames of the explosion are encroaching towards those crates.

"EVERYONE BACK AWAY FROM THE KEGS!" Janet shouted, her words being more directed towards the bartender Bill. She was like a living time bomb here, and not to mention that she isn't good at controlling her explosions.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to start a fight here. We can settle somewhere else,"

Janet pulled out another javelin, ready to respond to that troublemaker. She hoped silently that he gets the situation, and wouldn't speed up the whole process. If he could help with extinguishing the fire, that would help... But that will never happen, not in this lifetime at least...

"Hurry up and put it out!" Bill shouted as the newcomer rushed out to take care of the flare. Normally, he wouldn't be so pushy, but there were lives at stake. "We don't have time." After the stranger extinguished the light, and returned into the building, asking why it was he injured himself, Bill stepped towards the door and looked up. "Maybe. Maybe not." His eyes narrowed at the long line of thick green smoke that moved up towards the heavens like vines snaking their way up a tree's trunk in order steel its light. "Depends on if any of the legion pirates are close enough to see."

Frowning, Bill turned to his new cook. "He's calling for back up." On Bill's shoulder there was a towel. He tossed it over the counter and started moving towards the door. "A bunch of this bastards friends will be here soon, and when they do, they won't leave anything standing." The Boss stopped to look back one more time at his tavern, doing his best to save its current appearance to memory. "We've got to go." There was a crash as flames erupted from the woman, and quickly started making their way towards the counter, with all its life beverages behind it.

"If it isn't one thing its!...." Bill sighed. "Everyone out now!" The bar's patrons didn't need to be told twice. In fact, with the exception of the main group, all the other barflies were starting to move by the time they saw the flare appear in the aggressor's hand, and most were out by the time the green smoke was pooling into the sky.

Bill, didn't wait to see what the others were doing. He rushed to the door in a calm and mannerly fashion, but only if such a term could be applied to a full speed sprint which would've knocked down anyone in his way.

"I'm not going anywhere!" The man behind the mask laughed. He wrapped his good arm against the man who was tending to his hand, and began pushing him towards the counter.

"Freaking lunatic!" The purple haired woman yelled. She pulled on her, hoping to catch the man off balance so the cook could get free.

Kyy sighed and didn't mind the man trying to take him hostage. When the purple haired woman spoke up, he smirked. "Don't worry miss. He can't hurt me." He stops the masked man using his devil fruit powers and steps back. "See?" He releases his touch and reaches around, finding his spears. "Boss, I'm staying. You have me a place to stay and call home so I'm defending it."

Rainer panicked as he stood grabbed a nearby towel and covering his hand, trying to hide the fishman features on his hands that the burn exposed after burning parts oif his gloves. "Um sir?" He asked Kyy as he walked over to some of the flame. "You sure you don't wanna head out of here? If the masked guys friends shopw up it wont be pretty."

As Janet has guessed, that stupid masked man doesn't even understand the situation. That damned mask has been covering his field of vision for too long

Extinguishing the flames isn't the best option for her, since she isn't the type of person who likes to turn their backs on an enemy. Also, she wouldn't want to add the fuel to the fire literally. Just let it burn slowly for now, he mentioned reinforcements, letting the kegs ignite when they arrive would do better ~

"Reinforcements? Tell them to make it snappy, I don't have all day to wait for this party ~"

Her spear is raised, although not attacking, but she is preparing to counter for any strike that the drunked masked is going to pull.

Kyy looks up at the man talking to him. "Ya... But... Boss's tavern..." He sighs, standing up. "Okay." He runs out, but not before grabbing his spears from behind the counter.

A trail of fire crawled up the tavern's counter like desperate vines rushing for sunlight before the nutrients failed and death caught up with them. The aggressor's movements went according to plan. It was his target's motions that didn't seem to know the script. One second he was pushing the guy towards the flames and the next he was the only one in motion and the ground was coming up faster than any sedentary object had any right to. "What in the..." The next word would've been hell, but the floor got to his face before the sound could exit his mouth. "Damn it."

"Great!" The purple hair woman sighed in frustration. "Glad we've settled the fact you can take care of yourself." She yanked the end of her chain back and quickly rolled it around her arm. "The tension was killing me. Now, can we please get out of here?" The words were well out of her mouth before she was able to realize she didn't have a stake in the situation as she was in no way affiliated with the others still in the tavern. "Or not, I'm getting out before the booze bombs. Hope you guys make it out alright." Without waiting for a reply, the stranger leaped from the window.

The counter proved little obstacle. The flames quickly reached the flat summit and snaked their way over the top like a herd of cattle escaping a predator. The edge meant nothing to the hive minded bovine and they continue onward like a herd of lemmings in a Disney documentary.

"Don't you worry, little girl." The masked figure grinned behind the metal plate covering his face. "Best case scenario for you, they're a few blocks off. Worst case, they're here and there'll be a hale of bullets ready to great you once you're outside. As for you, I was never a fan of your meat pies." The man let out a manical laughter as he made another grab at the cook's leg.

Unharmed the snaking flames touch the ground, and take off, not bothering for a breath, straight towards the wooden barrels of wine old Bill kept meaning to polish off on a rainy day but never quiet got around too.

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Outside, hoots and hollers from dozens of voices echoed up and down the empty streets. The sounds came from every direction and they were getting louder, closer.

As the building began to burn, Rainer panics and runs outside only to be greeted to the sight of the streets all around them filled with crowds of loud yelling pirates, Rainer sighed, tired and annoyed as he rubbed the palm of his burnt hand a bit. "Guys ... I think we're surrounded." He looked at the others around him, seeing some of them getting ready foir battle. "So much for getting in and out of town fast and laying low." He drew his katana, Tansui, out of its sheath. "Hey um, anybody know who these guys are?" He asked as he lowered himself into a defensive stance (Well, what looks like one anyways).

Annoying... Janet's felt her nerves twitching towards the masked guy's all-talk attitude. All he has been doing is to brag on how good he is at kidnapping a cook.

"The cook doesn't have any value as a hostage to me, he isn't related in any ways, so him dying or not is none of my concern. Both of us are pirates, I'm pretty sure you know the word 'honour' ~ Lets' introduce ourselves first, what's your bounty, Mister?"

Kyy looked at the man as he grabbed his leg. "That's not the best idea you've ever had mister." He pulls up his pant leg so the masked man was touching him directly and stops him. He starts using his spears to pry the man's hand off before stepping back, effectively letting him move again. "Move Move Fruit. As long as you're in contact with me, I can stop your movements or even speed then up." He smirks. "Just because I'm a cook, doesn't mean I can't handle a fight." He points his spears at the man's head. "Now it's your turn to be the hostage." He picks the man up, looking at Janet. "Shall we get out of here before it blows Miss?"

Time begins to slow down as the flames lap across the dry wood like a predator licking its kill before sinking in its teeth. The kegs of liquor only a few inches away.

"Hostage?" The aggressive bar patron's head tilted in confusion. "He's not a hostage. I'm going to slice him up. Honestly, I kind of forgot you were here."

"Hey! What're you doing!" The blade fell from the figure's hand. He tries to reach up and pry Kyy's fingers off him but he's incapable of doing much.

The burning beast's tongue touches the dry wood of the keg. It's hunger is peaked. Ready to devour the wood the red hunter rapidly crawls up the container of explosive fluids. The temperature inside shoots up. The pressure inside comes to a boil.

Bill didn't make it as far as he would've liked before his body came to a stop. It happened on its own. He didn't command it to do so. It was one of the legion pirates. He could recognize the masks anywhere. "It's them, the legion pirates." The tavern owner swallowed. His bladder suddenly felt fool, which was odd considering how dry his lips and throat were. It would've been nice if the human body was designed to move fluids throughout the body where they were needed. He licked his dry lips. His tongue wasn't moist enough to make much difference. Like an insane man he tried it again, hoping for a different result but not at all surprised when it was the same.

There were men with masks, lots of them. At first they only peaked here and there from outside corners of buildings, more from curiosity than fear, but that only kept them interested for so long. Soon, they became bored of games and began moving forwards. At first there was one, then two, four and eight. Holes in the damn cracked and before anyone knew it the trickle became a flood and dozens of the masked figures started lining up, forming a circle around the burning tavern.

"What's this?" The purple hair woman muttered. A scythe appeared in one hand and the weighted piece of steel with the blade appeared in the other. "Some kind of army?"

"What do we have here?" One of the masked men said. Several other men with metal helmets stepped aside from the one speaking to come forwards. "You giving us some trouble again, eh Billy-boy?" There was an eight in front of the man's mask. "I'm surprised, honestly I am. You'd think the lesson would've gotten through to you first couple of timestime?" The masked man shrugged. "I guess sometimes you've got to spank a child a few more times before they get. And Looks like one of us already took care of your tavern. That's great. It'll save us some time."" The figure raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. The men with masks, like the waves of a storm, surged forwards. "Alright boys, you know what to do." Number eight called. "I want every building within five blocks a pile of rubble before the hours over. "

As one of the many masked men were about to throw a molotov cocktail into one of the nearby houses, Rainer rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, stopping him from moving the burning bottle anymore forward. "Oi what the hell are you doing, thats someones house man!" Rainer said.

"Boy, you better let go of me before you enter a world of hurt." The masked man said as many other men with masks began to surround Rainer.

"Goodbye laying low." Rainer said to himself before sucker punching the man with the Molotov cocktail, catching it before it hit the ground. "Guess there's no way around it." He said as he threw the Molotov into a nearby water barrel and taking out the sword on his side, the blade still sheathed. Rainer then began to attack whichever masked man was near him with his sheathed katana, knocking out one after another with his powerful swings. One of the men swung a wooden bat at his head only for it to break upon impact. Good thing I have fishman strength or else that would've hurt. Hew thought as he turned around and hit the man upside the head with his sheathed weapon, knocking him out immediately

Janet was surprised at the cook's sudden unnatural movements. Not to mention of him talking about a fruit. What he did was somewhat as perculiar as her own.

Fruit? It was a long time ago, but she wouldn't forget the day she first exploded and killed her parents unintentionally. Now to recall it, she did remember eating a disgusting fruit the same day. So, there aren't only one of those exploding fruits in the world.

So, he is the same as me, he can explode too! Janet let out a smirk upon that 'realisation' of Kyy's strange abilities. Her conclusions are Kyy is also immune to explosions, so she wouldn't have to worry about holding back. "I've been waiting for this goddamned moment for too long..." She snorted, making a strong throw of her Javelin right towards the booze storage as the Javelin exploded. The booze storage got caught among the explosion and ignited almost immediately, creating a second, larger explosion that engulfed the whole tavern & blew the roof apart.

She finds that guy too annoying, all talk but barely any action. She let out a sigh of relief whilst inside the ever familiar explosion that she was immune to. Still, she had caused a scene on the first week as a pirate, she hoped that her bounty would stay low for a while, despite her clear & obvious collateral damages.