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Taro sat quietly aboard a marine vessel docked by the outpost on this island. Honestly he wasn't sure how he ended up in this damned mess but he sure as Hell wasn't happy about it, how could he have been so careless as to be picked up. Mistaken for a pirate, it was all because of his hometown, if those idiots hadn't spoken up about him, Taro would be aboard his ship, not this crappy marine ship. Taro sighed defeated getting out his treasured violin, he began playing Canon in D as he sat in the hold of the ship, down below deck. Beautiful music filled the air around him and he smiled broadly as he played.

He heard some yelling topside which caused him to stop playing. He was down in a holding cell the marines had put him in for transport. The yelling was followed by quiet. The he heard some talking and footsteps. None of them ever came right to him however. This made Taro slightly worried. He took out his bow and sliced it through the air, as he did the bars of the cell broke and he walked up to the top of the ship. He noticed the ship had been commandeered. By what seemed to be pirates. Goddamn the luck. Taro thought as he then decided to sit angrily by the base of the mast.

         Neggy scrunched his nose, at the blatant disregard for protocol this Marine showed. “Stupid.” He simply held his left arm up, if Zasha had been watching she might notice his arm appear black due to his Fruit ability. While it still broke skin, when the blade struck him it barely did more than that. “Underestimating me, I'll show you.” He pushed the blade away, grasped the railing with his right hand, pushed off and with the momentum added by leverage double kicked the Marine. Unlike his spar with Zasha, this strike was more forceful; although he still went all out, he didn't want to maim her before she became apart of this crew. This man though, as long as he didn't end up dead; he didn't care whether a straw would be needed to eat for a few months or not after Neggy was done. The power behind the attack caused the Marine to be sent all the way to the other side of the ship with his feet off the ground until he smacked against the opposite rail.

The blonde boy planted his feet onto the boards of the top deck, and glanced at the last seven; he didn't bother with the one he kicked, he was out. “I'll take four, you take four. Marlie; don't get involved unless one comes at you.” He may have pulled her along for the adventure, but he was responsible for his crew; especially if they couldn't, or wouldn't be able to properly defend themselves in dire situations. Neggy looked to Zasha's blade, “A favor to your Captain; unless they deserve it, and really pissed me off use the blunt side alright? Or at least go for light wounding. And don't ever let me succeed in killing someone either. Someone who doesn't deserve it.” He requested this of his first mate, above almost everything else except being loyal to him.