Snippet #2477114

An abnormally large fishman stood upon the edge of his vessel, a small boat that floated upon the bobbing waves and carried only his motley group of murderers and human haters. Whilst they were loyal, loving, like a family, their ideals were usually more fanatic. He was not like them, and yet here he sailed to the checkpoint town of the Grand Line, Loguetown, to enact violence and vengeance upon its inhabitants in the name of Fishmen, Piracy, and the recent death of their captain Fisher Tiger.

He stood silent like the rest at the side, observant for any coastal guards or naval boats. Of which their were many about, however their small craft painted black and the dozen or so others that encircled and rode the waves so expertly went unnoticed, as too did the groups of fishmen swimming to their destination from drop off points. It was to be a night assault, a massacre, a mindless thing designed to release tension and increase suffering, the previous captain had wanted the Sun Pirates to co-exist with humans, preached human and fishman relations and diplomacy. It seemed with his death however, despite his dying message, his last act, that those few who remained as part of the original crew were easily deterred to senseless racist violence under new rule.

He joined the assault out of necessity, loyalty, on the field of slaughter and battle he would fight the marines and the world government. He would save all he could and keep his reputation in tact until the time was right, until it was time for him to leave the Sun Pirates and continue his old captains work, the work the marines thought they had began and continued. The boat arrived at the dock low and quiet and he clambered out, the merciless boat of fishmen behind him unloading and handing out weapons, gear and setting up their groups. Instead of joining them he walked away with swift and heavy steps, his basic use of Geppo keeping him just high enough off the ground to conceal his heavy gait and thumping size, atleast through sound. With the sound of a shattering window and the light of the first burning bottle of drink the assault began.

He unlike the others did not head straight into town to draw the marines, or cause destruction, instead he made a direct line to the navies ships and the docks themselves that contained them. The great beams and well-made port shining even under the faint moonlight as he made his way towards them, if anyone wished to evacuate or find safety the evacuation plans of such a place would bring them squarely to the navies door-step. Conversely here he would find those who wished to defend others, here he would find the stronger fighters, those whom could help him with his goals both good and bad.

And so, with great regret he reached a hand into his pocket and allowed his fruits powers to take hold. Like a corrupting tendril the swarm of human skin began to crawl from his arm until it spread across his body and left him standing there with lightly tanned skin and human-like texture. His Hawaiian shirt hung loosely about his shoulders below his Marine Cape, the kanji for justice still sketched underneath his long black dread-locks, the rings embedded and surrounding parts of them jangling in the breeze. His large gait blocked a good portion of the port, if you were a pirate not of the Sun, his presence would be terrifying.The citizens had indeed begun to head towards him, and the stationed marines were coming behind him to back up the captain, had he a bounty such a ruse would be impossible. A mere captain would not be too suspicious of an arrival, and with his transformation complete his fishman features were entirely covered, it was now that he would begin what little strategy the assault had involved besides the entry.

He would turn the marines against themselves and bring forth those who truly possessed the will to protect.