Slight irritation lingered across the tattooed pirate's bearded grimace as the large deep sea diver struck down one of his more common looking lackeys among the table with what appeared to be electricity before haplessly walking off toward the exit. An aggravated voice roiled from the pirate.
"An' jist where d'ya think ya be goin ya massive tin can?" Faint screeches and creaks eked out of Enigma's suit as the inner workings began to lock up.
"Ya think ye can jist barge in 'ere an rough up me men." Overwhelming weight dragged on the metal aspects of the massive armored suit, locking in place as a powerful magnetic force took a hold of the diver. Pushing the wooden bar table into the corner with a loud clatter, the pirate stood up and began stepping toward Enigma. He clumsily tucked the large sapphire behind his back as he moved passed the other patrons.
"Tha'd be my job...bein the cap'n an all." Yeva and Hayden both got an eyeful of the massive blue rock, as well as the pirate's hairy lower backside which peeked over his slightly sagging trousers as he sauntered passed. The shard was barely able to fit beneath the mans belt, but appeared as though it could be taken without notice if done very carefully and quickly while he was distracted.
"So, I see ye be wearin quite a bit o' metal huh? Thas' convenient. D'ya wanna guess what they call me on the seas?" Enigma felt himself turn, the metal in his suit
taken control of and rotated until he was facing the mulish visage of the tattooed pirate. A wicked chuckle escaped him as he drew his saber from a leather scabbard hanging at his side as he neared the diver. With a swift stab, the sword connected, impacting with a piece of paper on the ground at the divers feet. He lifted the paper on the edge of the blade and brought up into his grasp. With a vile smirk, he turned the page, showing the wanted posters sketch of his own face and a fifteen million gold bounty below it. He read off his name with a brimming arrogance about his bellowing raspy voice.
"I'm Captain o' the red fang pirates, Tychus G. Cutlass, the magnet marauder. I've been gifted by the great gods with the ability to control metal." The other pirates sitting at the table all stood, gathering around Enigma. Each face came to light, sharing the visage with the many wanted posters that were scattered across the ground. Fendel Black, the dancing dagger; A man in strange patchy mismatched clothing with wickedly curved blades and a fluidity in his step. Y'val Ishir, the mad mind reader; A man with fair ebony skin and billowy eccentric garnets of blue and purple, carrying a staff tipped with a small red jewel. Haze, the venomancer; An old pale hunchback with a long white beard and wiry hair that leaked a thin green mist from the corner of his mouth. Logia, the living shadow; Just left the tavern. There were a couple other lesser pirates among the group, not counting the one laying on the ground still seizing from the electric shock he received. Tychus let a devious chortle rumble out of his belly, before pointing his blade at Enigma.
"Yer gonta make a good figurehead fer me ship."