"WHAAAAAT????" Sengoku roared as he spat out the cup of tea he had been leisurely sipping on, dousing the papers he had in front of him, many of which would prove important for further marine activities.A nasally cough shook his stocky frame as small lines of liquids ran down his nose into his black beard. His gla.s.ses fell off his nose as he sneezed accompanying the recently fallen marine cap.
"You"re telling me, that the pirates who put down that b.a.s.t.a.r.dly pink flamingo struck a marine base, completely demolishing Onigumo? How did you let this happen Garp! Onigumo is a loyal marine! How will the people of Swallow Island still put their hope in the powers of the marine?!!?" He roared.
Though Sengoku had a weird look to him, he was infact very compa.s.sionate, though he did not completely believe in the "Absolute Justice" that some of his subordinates prescribed to, he still believed that the Marine would do what was best for the people, regardless of the circ.u.mstances. So of course it was no surprise that he cared about their public image much more than he let on.
For a long time, Sengoku had only ever trusted Garp with his ideals, " I want a world of Peace! Everyone will be treated equally and no one will have to learn how to fight to Survive!!" he had loudly claimed when he had appeared in the grueling Marine camp known then for its Spartan training regimes.
For years he had followed through with his silent wish, slowly gaining strength and hunting down all the "sc.u.m of the world", the pirates he killed could be numbered in the Millions - enough evidence to his compa.s.sion to all the innocent citizens of the world.
Many a times he had clashed with the head strong Garp, fighting both with and alongside him during the many years they had both been marines. For, though he could trust Garp with his life, he could never trust him to fallow orders.
A deep sigh echoed from the Fleet Admiral"s tired figure as he slowly rearranged the stack of papers before him. Nostalgia had long dampened his mood as he slovenly stared at the communication snail.
"Garp, Fallow those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds and destroy them before they reach the New World! With that strength, they could even thrive in Paradise! Failure will not be expected!! Make sure to cut them off here, otherwise they will surely bring great problems to the World Government"s future plans!!" Sengoku said as he exhaled looking deeply at Garp, his usual arrogance missing from his clear black eyes.
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"….Roger…" Was Garp"s only reply as he cut the transmission. Sengoku"s lonely back seemed to hunch forward as a deep aging sigh escaped his unwilling mouth, creases of age made their way onto his forehead, he was getting too old for this s.h.i.t!
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(A Few kilometers off the coast of the island of Rubeck)
A glistening ship creased the horizon as it strutted proudly toward the island, no flag waved from the top of the mast, but anyone with a hint of brains would realize that the ship was not a marine ship, though its design resembled. Why you ask?
The bold letters on the prow of the ship stood shining brightly, too brightly infact, causing all that lay eyes on the ship to feel a compulsory bout of speechlessness and disbelief. The Bold white letters that stood on the side of the ship spelled the words "MARINE", then why you ask, would people be unable to call this a marine ship? This was because, before the bold words stood even more pretentious words spelled in black paint, the words "NOT" shone brightly as if combating the l.u.s.ter of the next word.
Yes, our dear friend Lorean, had decided that it would be enough camouflage for the ship to sport a new word to offset the suspicion, Fawkes still stood on the prow, hunched in embarra.s.sment. His hands playing with the bottom of his beard uncomfortably looking toward the sea, he looked much like a man who had lost his virginity, but could not for the life of him, remember where or how the theft had occurred.
"Sometimes this captain of mine pulls out genius ideas like cuc.u.mbers to maintain positions in battle, and other times like this, his stupidity seems to hold great influence to his under developed Psyche!" He thought as he gnashed his teeth in frustration, on the verge of storming the captain"s cabin to have some very strong words with the fellow.
Sorren stood behind the wheel, sporting his usual innocent and oblivious expression as he beheld the speck that was quickly a.s.suming the form of an industrialized island.
On the inside though, he shared much of Fawkes"s skepticism, taking it a step further, he had also taken to describing his captain with a collection of beautiful and flowery words that would not be appropriate to repeat, he had grown up in the company of sailors after all. The only sailors who could possibly defeat a sailor in an abuse match could only be, an injured sailor and Sorren had learnt from the best, "able to describe any situation he came across with a calm piece of mind showed great mental resilience", he thought as he praised himself in his mind.
Lorean sat in his cabin sipping a bottle of Ale grinning happily a stupid smirk overtook his pale face as his knees knocked against the wooden table that he sat on, a map lay open next to him, though he would a.s.sure anyone who had the patience to listen that he did not understand head or tails of the piece of paper that lay open next to him.
A loud shriek sounded in the air as the flock of sea gulls overhead announced the setting of the sun over the horizon spreading huge lines of pink screeching across the darkening sky, the clouds churned happily as they flew along with the winds.
"…. I wonder, what storms must I churn here…?" he said with a chuckle as he regarded the nearing island.