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I think we're good. Scarlet and Iris are already there, so we might as well roll with it. It might be best to have Iris not get too involved in things, just use her for foreshadowing and have her show up again in one of your arcs. Scarlet we might be able to work into some kind of a role. The underbelly of Lebara is utilized by pirates and criminals, but everyone needs wares. I was planning on introducing a criminal group so if we could work them together somehow...any ideas?

(I'll post in a few minutes)
Well, it's just that I didn't expect all of this.

I figured the first arc would be to get Ivor and Margaret together, then have them get the doctor and a boat, then leave. I mean, it's nice that you have all the backstory, but that's what your arcs are for.

I guess it's my fault for not elaborating on how I wanted to structure it.: by alternating who controls the story arcs, we can both have a chance to develop the story, without bumping into each other like we are now. Really, I should have said something when you first mentioned the woman. Who is she in relation to the base? Muscovy is Captain, and Barbary is already second in command as a Lieutenant Commander. Yeah, it's my fault for not talking more but I've been busyish.

How old is Margaret again, anyway?
Really? That's it? I know you had a crew member planned, but you're just going to throw him on the crew right now? No joining arc, no foreshadowing, no anything? I was hoping to dedicate this part of the arc to the doctor. They can manage without a navigator for another arc.

Hell, that's not even the half of it. Where did Scarlet go after they disbanded? Where did he come from? He just happened to end up on Lebara? Did he know where Margaet was? How? And if so, why hasn't he even tried to help Margaret before now?

I'm not mad, just a little disappointed. I mean, imagine if Luffy, Zoro, and Nami were dealing with Buggy, then Sanji comes out of nowhere and Zoro tells Luffy 'Oh yeah I know this guy, he'll fit perfectly on our crew'. :T
Ivor nodded at Margaret’s warnings, praying that they would be safe. His only logic for going along with this is that if they could tail some sneaks, they might be able to pick up on something they wouldn’t have otherwise.

After a few minutes, the area seemed to get brighter. Ivor thought it was his imagination, but indeed, the cavern seemed to open up a bit, and Ivor couldn’t believe his eyes.

In the winding tunnels and crevices underneath Lebara Island, there was an entire town in hiding. Wooden structures, lit up by torches and lanterns, creating a dim, smoky atmosphere, wound between rock formations and over stretches of water. It seemed to wind on into the distance, meaning there was more that they couldn’t see beyond. Removing his hook, Ivor stretched is stiff arms as the rowboat came to a stop, before grabbing the oar, mumbling, “Well, that’s different.”

As he rowed, getting some distance from the larger vessel that trudged forwards, he was glad that the posts on the docks were each marked with a light of some kind. Stopping his boat, he told Margaret, “Wait here for a sec.” Creating yet another hook, he lashed it around a dock post, tying it to the boat to keep it steady, before running off, crying, “Hey! I need a doctor!” His words echoed a bit on the waves and stone. there were a few people mulling about slowly, but the area didn't seem too busy.
At Margaret’s words, Ivor was broken from his thoughts, looking around. Sure enough, the black mass sailed quietly behind them, seemingly unaware of their presence. It was definitely a ship, but one sailing about in the blackness like this was a bit unusual, especially without any lights. It was trying to hide...but why? It certainly wouldn’t be able to dock without running into trouble with the ruckus that Ivorio and Margaret had started up.

Moving the little rowboat aside, he tried to guess where the edge of the ship was, before tossing out a hook, which latched onto the back edge of the boat with a thump. Ivor held his breath, waiting for the possibility of someone noticing, but there was only silence. Eventually, the rope connecting the hook and Ivor’s body became taught, and the rowboat began to be dragged along by the other vessel. Ivor lowered himself, bracing between the boats seats so that he could properly anchor the vessel as it was dragged along.

Ivor motioned for Margaret to keep silent as they went along, being dragged by the larger boat. It seemed to be ignoring the patrolled shores, instead heading directly to a cliff side. Ivor couldn’t get a look due to both the ship in the way and the darkness, but as the ship got closer, he began to get worried. However, the boat didn’t collide with any rock: rather, it went through one of the arches in the stone, going underneath the rocky island. It wasn’t dark for much longer, when the ship lit some lanterns to guide their way in the caverns. The rocky tunnels had a number of alternate paths, which could no doubt lead to dead ends, or inescapable wave pools, so Ivor prayed that they wouldn’t be noticed until they were in a safe place. Turning to Margaret, he asked quietly, "Any ideas as to what's down here?"
As Margaret tried to get up, Ivor reached one of his long hands out, pushing her down from the top of her head, nodding, “Yeah, no. Rest already, you aren’t going to heal that way.” Readjusting the grip on his oar, he said, “Besides, the slower we go, the more likely they’ll get lax...”

Giving his arms a workout, Ivorio maneuver his way back to the island, the sky getting darker as he moved. On one hand, it was going to be harder for them to get spotted, but on the other, if there was a rock or something near the shore, spotting it wasn’t going to be easy. However, as they got closer to the island, Ivorio could see dots of light around the coast: no doubt Marines still on the lookout for them. Ivor grinned as he used their light to move around the coastline without needing to worry about hitting it. Between their light and the star and moonlight up above, partially covered by clouds, they were capable of getting around just fine. The cliffs were easy to spot too: they weren’t being patrolled, but their silhouettes against the night sky were plain. Ivor didn’t want to risk climbing them in the darkness though: getting up with Margaret would be risky, and getting up himself risked bringing boulders down atop them.

As they got closer to the area indicated by Margaret, Ivor couldn’t help but notice that there were Marines there too: perhaps in taking so long, he’d given the soldiers a chance to spread out. It was definitely a mistake on his part. As he watched the shore, considering a fight, he failed to notice something moving in the darkness behind their little rowboat, a large silhouette slowly moving towards a nearby, untouched cliff side.
As the small rowboat left the harbor, Ivor piloted it, taking it out into the open sea. As he made his way away from the base, he got a look at the surrounding area. The base seemed to be on a plateau at the edge of Lebara Island, which was rocky, having a number of cliffs and rock formations supporting the town, dark spots underneath warning of dangerous caves. As he maneuvered away, he took in a few landmarks, figuring it might be best for things to cool down before they tried to make land, but as the sun sank, he headed away from the island, and any pursuit, for now.

As they drifted in the sea, the island being little more than a dot in the distance, lit up by the town on its mass, Ivor looked up as Margaret touted their accomplishment. As she finished, she began to fall, and Ivorio hopped up, grabbing her by the arm and setting her down safely. They couldn’t stay like this, he soon realized: it was too dangerous. Neither of them could swim, and Margaret could barely even move.

Steeling himself, Ivor began to row back to the island: they needed some form of help in one way or another. He was hoping to spend the night out here, but it was far too risky, they needed land, and the only option was Lebara. Turning back to Margaret as he rowed, Ivorio asked, “How do you think you’re gonna be able to hold up? I don’t know if finding help will be so easy.”
Bluh bluh, work schedule. Sorry. /:
As Margaret kept the heat off of them (figuratively), Ivorio rushed off to the boats. There were a few stragglers, which Ivorio quickly dispatched with the toss of a few hooks. Finally reaching one of the middling sized ships, he found it mostly abandoned. Tearing across the deck, he found a lifeboat at the edge. Moving as quick as he could, he stopped by the boat, holding up his fingers. Small hooks began to sprout from his fingertips, but didn’t extend outside of his skin more than the point. When all of his fingers were crowned in the sharp points, he used his fingers to slash at the ropes, muttering, “Hook Hook Talons!” As the lifeboat crashed to the water below, he hopped down, chortling to himself, "No one heard that you dumbass.”

Finding an oar underneath the seats, he took the spot at the back of the boat and paddled into the open. Calling out to the docks, he said, “Hey, Wolfbane! Get your butt over here we’re leaving!”

On the opposite side of the base’s dock, on a higher platform, the bearded Captain Muscovy stepped out, overlooking the area, spotting the chaos on the other side. He grumbled, “Two Fruit users...they’re quite strong. At this rate they’ll escape but...they can’t go far.” Waving his hand, he ordered, “Order the nearest gunner squads to aim for that boat! If they escape, have some other squadrons blanket the coasts. I don’t want so much as a piece of driftwood to land without me knowing!” As his orders were relayed, he began to make his way slowly, but surely, to the opening of the harbor. He hadn’t paid much attention to Ivor, so he wanted a good look at his two escapees...
Nodding, Ivor led the way, moving closer to the docks. Looking over the ships, he noted, “That one with the pirate sails seems smallest, but I don’t think we can use it. But yeah, a lifeboat from one of the bigger ones seems doable...” Looking around, continuing to lash out with his hooks if need be, he figured charging the battleship wasn’t a good idea, so grabbing a lifeboat off one of the smaller ones seemed to be he plan. However, even if they did get out on the lifeboat, they were still Fruit users risking an ocean without even a drop of water. They wouldn’t be able to go far.

As they reached the ground level, Ivor threw out a hook, snagging a rifle from the hands of one Marine, pulling it by the trigger guard. Looking at it, he said, “Hey, this is a flintlock rifle, so I think if you took off this cover somehow, you could make sparks. What’s the plan?” Before Margaret could answer, a bullet whizzed dangerously close. Grumbling, Ivor grew a hook from his wrist, one much larger than the others. It took several seconds to form, and needed some helping along in the form of Ivor pulling it out. Once it was free, he began to swing it over his head, suggesting, “I’ll cover you.”
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