Phin stood against the roaring crowds as he waited for his mystical transport back to the dingy room. Jebidazer was kneeling a short distance away, still sobbing at his loss. Puzzy was still atop the colorfully flashing contraption that was the conjoined cubed rooms. A look of confusion struck the game master's face when the wheel of judgment did not appear for the crying pirate. Jebidazer, also dumbstruck, rose. He was an imposing man, standing two feet taller than Phin, red hair waving down to his shoulder. He wore all black with a unique symbol stitched into his shirt. A skull n bones with a small dagger pinning a small wanted poster to the cheek. A bounty hunter, Phin thought to himself. One from a legendary guild; The Trackers. It was realized almost immediately, no matter the outcome of this battle, that the Bighead pirates were about to acquire a new and eternal enemy. Afterall, Phin was about to hand this man his second loss in a day. Everyone knew that if there was one rule of The Trackers, it was that losing was a big no no. The only crew to have ever bested one of their men, ages ago, felt The Trackers most brutal wraith. That crew was no longer.

	 GM was nowhere to be found, and neither was the barrier. The crowd paid no mind, instead averting their attention to the screens. Phin, along with Jebidazer and Puzzy, had missed the game changing happenings, but caught on quick when his crew mate, Isaac, began stirring the pot. The fishman's thought, was that Isaac was more than just stirring. He was splashing its contents all over the place and burning everything around it. He looked to the only other two people close by. They both eyed Phin like he was a fish out of water. He chuckled at the thought.

	The loser pirate, no doubt wanting revenge, made the first move toward him. Phin attempted an escape, but the ground rose before him in a maze. Behind him was unchanged, and Jebidazer was closing in. When he looked back, Puzzy was amidst leaping from his perch on the cubes. Phin turned his body to his pursuer taking a stance in his native martial art. He whirled his hands in a circular motion, drawing water from the air in a spiraling fashion until it all merged into a small sphere. All he could think was his old master scolding him for being overly flashy, but to Phin, it was much more than that. As much as a weapon water was in a fishman's hand, the element demanded respect and grace. Phin mustered both and drew back his hands with a swift and smooth dance. When he launched his attack, Phin follwed though into a defensive stance, never taking his eyes of Jebidazer. The sphere launched precisely towards Puzzy, changing from its round form into a sleek spear. The projectile pierced through Puzzy's shoulder as he landed. It sent the game master fyling back into the flashing cubes. 

	"That was my victory," Jebidazer whined. "I'll kill you."

	Phin remained silent, believing whole heartedly that words had no place in a life or death battle. He launched forward with a side kick. The target easily deflected the blow. A few more assaults ended the same way, and while Phin was much stronger in terms of power, Jebidazer seemed to predict everything.

	"I'm a focus man," He laughed. "No matter what you do, you'll never hit me." He began his own series of assaults, which Phin also had no problem deflecting, no doubt because of his superior strength and speed.

	Phin created a deadly pellet with each counter, but no matter how close, Jebi never felt one of them. Moments passed with the two going back and forth with nothing changing. Until Phin had only one option left. He deflect an attack with his feet, using the force of the attack to launch himself back. As he descended, he whirled around and waved his hands, continuing to do so through his landing. Water whipped around like a fan, and with each rotation of his body, the water fan spun faster and faster. The water started to shrink into a six finned blade. He launched it directly at Jebidazer, who easily avoided. Phin, dove at his enemy with all his speed, unleashing the quickest set of punches and kicks he could manage. Though the attacks weren't his strongest, Phin was impressed at the speed of his opponent, even with his devil fruit ability. That bout was all he needed, however, and at the last second, Phin dodged back. Jebidazer turned to deflect the water blade, but he was too late. His enhanced focus was all on Phin for too long. The blade caught along the lower right half of Jebidazer's torso. He dropped with a loud thunk.

	Now the puzzle man was rising in pain, holding his injured shoulder. But there was no time to waste. Something was going down, and Phin had to find the others.  He hadn't known them long, but each one of them showed promise. Klank was a man of dreams, and at first it was annoying, but even Phin, who never thought about it, slowly began realizing his own. Isaac and Sasayaki were clearly troublemakers, and flashy ones at that, but Phin sensed a camaraderie between them that could not be broken. To be a part of that bond meant something greater than mere friendship. Sierra and Peanut were still immature, the girl always sizing people up, not to measure their person, but their abilities in battle. Phin almost admired that once familiar mind set. Peanut, like he could read Sierra's mind, always gave the look as if to say, " Yea... Yea she can take you." And then there was Captain Bighead. There was nothing to study, not for lack of personality ambition, but because with Bighead, what you saw is what you got. A man of mans. It was an odd assembly of a crew, but no doubt, in time, a worthy one.

	Phin bolted away from Puzzy as fast as he could. With no way of knowing where his crew was held up, the fishman headed towards the sea. His domain wasn't far off, and that would be the best place to find the ship. He was confident in the abilities of everyone to overcome whatever challenges lay before them.