Far above in the sky, the cries of seagulls echoed adrift the wind with the faint flapping of their wings with the faint lapping of small waves splashing against the ship causing it to gently rock back and forth. Crew mates were rushing over the decks; preparing for their arrival at Mariejois as the ship was dropping off the last of the supplies for the marines. The harbor was in sight as the sea was littered with countless marine ships were seen for as far as the eye could see. Clearly a sign that all marines were gathering there to be ready for an very important event, the execution of Kaido.
Such news did not take long to travel throughout the world, so big a shock that even those living in secluded islands and villages had learned of it. A truly dangerous and powerful individual was actually captured with countless stories told of the dangers of the man. Even more that this would likely attract pirates from all over, which explained the precautions the government took in calling nearly every marine to gather at the great capital, ready for the oncoming assault.
With the time of the execution only days away, made traversing and entrance into Mariejois extemely difficult for even supply ships got as far as the docks. From there, only marines were allowed permission to move freely and soon the boat would reach the docks.
Within the holding bay where boxes were stacked everywhere, a single figure slept at the very back; hidden behind boxes filled with food, water and various other supplies. The individual wore a full garb of brown clothing matching the color of his mid-length hair. Poking from the covering of his hair were the tip of his long, elf like ears as his skin a light tanned shade. He had arms that were firm with tough muscles and the image of a fiery dragon of red tattooed against his left shoulder, barely covered by the long brown gloves he wore. The lower half of his face covered by a bulky brown scarf with fierce, sharp amber eyes hidden beneath the lids from sleep, but those who would see them closely would see the look of a proud warrior. Resting besides the man who slumbered was a massive nodachi wrapped in a black cloth resting against the wall.
A soft creak of wood from above followed by a thud from the ship docking at the harbor awoke him as he would glance up to hear muffled shouts from the captain barking orders to get a move on. He had arrived and stood up before gripping and tying the heavy sword to his back, so big it was that it seemed strange that such a slim man could even lift it, yet he stood with ease even as the sword rested against his back. Making his way from the holding bay without a sound and slipped up the stairs, careful not to be seen as he knelt behind some boxes and barrels. Moments later the captain would stand besides it with folded arms watching the crew members work tirelessly, his back to the man.
Supply Captain: 'This is far as we go. The easy part is over...getting through the marines..that will be difficult....I advice against such a foolish thing. Give up now or lose your life.'The man spoke in a low, disapproving tone and waited to see if the man would respond.
He remained silent, watching members of the marine make way onto the ship and down to the holding bay, where he would of eventually been found had he not left when he did. The captain's warning was understood, but he would not stop here, too determined to see this Kaido who he had heard was extemely dangerous and strong and wished to see it with his own eyes. A gloved hand lifted and set down a small bag that jingled with ten pieces of gold coins on the stack of boxes then quietly slipped away.
Supply Captain: Hearing the small jingle and looked at the bag placed next to him and shook his head with a sigh.'Good luck...don't get caught
Checking to make sure no one was looking before hopping over the railings and dangled on the rafters of the opposite side of the ship of where the people got onto the ship. Below was the docks with countless supply crates set up everywhere and jumped from the ship to land with a small grunt. The moment he landed, he would make for cover as a scattering of marines came by; probably guards who were discussing about the current situation and how things were so tense with the imminent execution on its way. Listening in on their conversation as he was forced to stay hidden for long minutes before he was able to maneuver his way through the crates. It was a long, slow and arduous trek to sneak his way through and nearly an hour and a half had passed before he finally reached an alleyway.
He glanced back over his shoulder for but a brief moment to ensure he wasn't spotted and without a word, vanished into the dark alleyway.