Operation: Elbaf

Operation: Elbaf
A pleasant breeze riffled through the long, tusked mane of the enormous Kaldor, who, seated as he were, still stuck out plainly in comparison to the other marines aboard the ship due to his massive size. With his back resting against one of the ship's masts, he let out a small sigh, brown eyes focused on the skies above.

There was much joy to be had in the works of a marine, that was without question. But as of late, the Vice-Admiral couldn't help but feel as though something were lacking. He felt incomplete, simply put, but no matter the amount of thought he projected, he simply couldn't bring himself to understand what it was that he was missing oh-so badly. And that was when it hit him on the head. Literally.

Scratching the top of his head, Kaldor looked up at the fleeing who had dropped a newspaper on his head. A look of frustration overtook his face. What was he supposed to do with this? It was far too small for his hands to trifle with; and even more so, he wasn't the most educated of lads about: reading just wasn't one of his strong suits, and that he blamed more times than not on.

But what he saw coming next, as he carefully plucked the paper between two fingers, was a whole swarm of News Coo, perhaps ten, twenty, nay, definitely thirty or more, all carrying a single package. A package in the form of an envelope; one that was so large, that it brought over a large shadow over a good portion of the ship.

The other marines looked about in terror as the News Coo dropped the envelope down on their ship, many even began to shout and curse them as they tiredly flew away, visually exhausted after having carried the envelope all this way, yet it was Kaldor and Kaldor only who had any idea as to what the envelope entailed. There was little doubting its contents: it was a giant envelope meant for a giant man.

With a smile upon his rugged face, he caught the large card and almost immediately cut it open, tossing the smock of paper into the waters of the New World. What he held in his hands moments later was a ridiculously large card, one that was very intricately decorated, and one that bore the name of Kaldor's family. Inscribed within was a language decipherable by even the most slowest of lads; any well educated human would have thought it no better than the essay of a young schoolboy with the amount of grammar mistakes it contained, yet for Kaldor it was the most beautiful poem in the world.

Hardly able to contain his excitement, he yelled out into the open, "Hoy!!" He flailed his arms about and twirled his hips, causing the ship itself to wobble under his sheer weight.

"Hoy!!" he said again, this time louder and with tears rolling down his cheeks. "It's about damn time, ya mug! It's about damn time!" Wiping his face with his arm, he blew his nose into the card and looked around for a single man. A man who he respected the most after his own father in this world. "Terell-kun, Terell-kun, I've somethin' to ask you!"

Admiral Fuyuki stood upon the forecastle deck, his gaze directed at the far horizon. He'd been at sea for many weeks at this point, yet there was a certain serenity to the ocean that calmed him and temporarily relieved him of the many worries that plagued him due to his status as an Admiral.

The death of Admiral Kairo still weighed heavily on his mind, but his many responsibilities as an Admiral had prevented him from going after Veno just yet. Since they'd set out, they'd captured and taken many pirates into custody, Terell considered it his duty to get to them before some of his colleagues did, many of which believed in the concept of Absolute Justice; and would defile the idea of Justice in ways that Terell and his subordinates would not.

Whatever their deeds, whatever their actions, pirates were still people; men and women who'd made mistakes or choices at the expense of others, true, but people all the same. Justice was a unified ideal, it wasn't something reserved solely for those who bowed to the World Government. The Admiral's tranquility was broken by the eager voice of Vice-Admiral Kaldor, a giant who he was proud to consider one of the most stalvart defenders of True Justice he'd had the pleasure of meeting.

He sighed inwardly at the mention of "Terell-kun", like with most of his subordinates he'd attempted to correct his lack of honorfics before but it always went ignored. He turned around and looked at the giant, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, Vice Admiral Kaldor?".

"Terell-kun!" Kaldor shouted again, before rummaging forth a squirm of squeals in his attempt to gather his thoughts. Taking a moment to breathe, he finally found himself able enough to speak. "My cousin is getting married!" Tears the size of boulders crashed down unto the ship's deck. "That damn lard! He'd refused so many suitors up until now... he had so many of us worried!

"But nay! Elbaf will be in good hands, I'm sure of it! You can leave it to Barbarossa-san to find himself a proper wife! Dordordordor!" More tears ensued. With the way the giant was explaining things, the world itself hoped that Admiral Fuyuki would have been able to recall Kaldor's stress over the last few years; his cousin, the Emperor of Elbaf, had refused to marry countless times. Now according to the card, which was an invitation to the royal wedding, he had found his love at long last.

"You'll come with me, won't you, Terell-kun? Oh please! My cousin writes that he'd be more than willing to accommodate me and my closest associates; Elbaf's royal castle is a sight to behold, I swear of it. It's so very large that a man like you will easily be lost within it, dordordor!" Kaldor sniffed hard. Lost in thought, his eyes trailed to the skies. "Yes, I'd hope Dario-san would be willing to join us too! And the rest of you lot as well!" He looked to the other marines and scooped them up in his arms, hugging them tightly out of sheer happiness alone. "Yes, yes, yes! You all must come! You all must come to my cousin's wedding!"

The Giants were among the strongest people in the world, and though this was a joyous occasion for those involved it was also a good opportunity to approach the rulers of Elbaf for cooperation with the Marines. Terell had suspicions that he wasn't the only one who thought along these lines, and he expected to run into the Yonko while there, whether the pirates themselves or their envoys. Terell looked up at Vice-Admiral Kaldor, the giant towered far above him and to some it would've been a strange sight to see a man that large as the subordinate of Admiral Fuyuki, who barely reached his ancles.

"I gratefully accept the invitation, Kaldor. We'll set sail for Elbaf immediately." He respond with a smile before he turned towards the rest of the marines on his ship. "I hope you've got good manners for it seems like we'll be attending a wedding. However, while this is a great chance to improve relations with the giants and pay our respects to the future rulers of Elbaf, be aware of this.Hostile forces will almost certainly be present, and I would be surprised to find members of the Yonko absent. An Alliance with the giants could upset the balance of power, and it is imperative that we do our best to represent the best the marines have to offer."

Admiral Fuyuki put his arms behind his back as he continued to speak to his subordinates, informing them of their destination and laying a few ground rules for their visit to Elbaf. "We are not savages, brave men and women of the marines, and as such we will not engage combat with any pirates while in Elbaf. We do this because our greatest duty is to represent the best aspects of Justice, respect, understanding and compassion. It would reflect exceedingly poorly on the Marines as a force if we disrupted the wedding with cannonfire and battles, so do not engage whatever enemies might be present for the duration of our stay in Elbaf except in self-defense."

The Yonko? A look of distaste overtook Kaldor's face. The thought of having such infamous pirates parading on his home island while his cousin was to be wed was not a good one. But it wasn't exactly something he could control. Famed as the "Pirate Smasher" for the brute manner in which he utilized his behemoth limbs to smash pirate skulls into the ground, it wasn't exactly a secret that Kaldor despised them. Even so, at the request of not only the Admiral, but the greater good, he too would have to suppress his call for duty in the likelihood he came upon a pirate whilst on Elbaf.

"Hoy, of course, Terell-kun. I won't lay a single finger on any stinkin' pirate while we're there. You have my word!" Kaldor smiled wide. They were really going; they were really going back home to Elbaf! Oh how long it'd been since he'd last seen them. Mother, father, all of his brothers and sisters, and of course, the groom himself! He was really going to be able to see them again after all these years. The thought itself was invigorating.

"Elbaf, everyone, I'm comin' home!!"

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The night prevailed over the town of Tashoya, indicting an omen of utter chaos. For the pirates of Nassau, there was no better time and place to party. Chants and moans filled the skies. The smell of liquor, tobacco, and semen lingered all about. Between a crowd of pirates, one such man raised a bottle of Brandy high above his head and hollered out to them, "to a free world!" as he popped the cork and allowed its contents to ooze down the length of his arm.

The popping of the bottle was followed by a series of gun shots aimed harmlessly toward the moon. Chants broke out yet again and the pirate who had popped the bottle was lifted up by the crowd and carried about like a hero. Dressed and tailored into a long, red coat with a pointed dark cap resting above the top of his head, he rode the crowd around the town, his lips fastened around the bottle's opening.

In attendance, Benjamin raised his bottle of liquor in agreement. "To a free world, haha!" He cheered, pulling the woman glued to his arm into a full embrace. "The drinks boys, everything is on me!!" He drunkenly spoke, gulping down another bit of his liquor. Benjamin had been fortunate enough to purchase just a little bit of the from a merchant on the square; a wooden spoon of treasure tree adam's wood. Most pirates would have never spent their fortune on such a dumb item, which is why the merchant had provided a slight discount to its purchase. Though, Benjamin was no average pirate. His devil fruit, the Mosa Mosa No Mi, would allow him to churn a fortune from it. He would learn about it, use it to grow some more, and sell that off. In no time, he would be the richest merchant on the island, and perhaps he would garner the attention of Public Enemy Veno himself.

Benjamin volunteering to pay for all their liquor was either the stupidest decision of his life --under the regard that he had no idea just how much these pirates were truly capable of drinking-- or a cheeky way of declaring his wealth. Either way, the pirate from earlier found himself taking a liking to the other lad. Dismounting himself up and off the crowd, he chugged more Brandy down his throat on his way toward Benjamin.

"Ahoy," he chimed, emitting a drunken burp, "what be yer name, rich boy?"

"B-Benjamin," he responded, turning to face the man who approached him, "Benjamin Tabbart it be. But excuse me a moment." He gulped down the remnants of his drink and handed it to the woman next to him. "Um...get me another drink. Something strong," he asked, sending her own his way. He turned back to Barney.

"Anway, who are," a hiccupped interrupted his sentence, "y-you?"

With widened eyes, the pirate introduced himself. "Barney Kettle, pleased to make yer aqua-tinshhhh." There was a noticeable wobble to his walk; how he managed to keep himself from falling was a wonder. "And what might it be that yer drinkin' to tonight, my dear Benjamin?"

Widened eyes carefully studied Benjamin's figure, watching most especially along his hips, looking for any indication of coins bouncing around in those trouser pockets.

“I just finished some of this…er, um,” he looked around for the bottle, forgetting that he had handed it off to his company, “dammit, it was some er, um rum! Rum! That’s what it was, yeah.” His legs shook, and his body swayed side to side. His eyes were droopy, his vision blurred, his senses dull. Though, Benjamin was no idiot. He didn’t carry his treasure with him. Well, the gold in his pocket that he would use to pay for the drinks were present, but not his spoon. He made sure to keep that away,

“What, um…what the you sippin on?”

They were then interrupted by a bit of commotion going on near by with a man talking to a by stander. "Looks man i told ya already i don't know where the nearest bar if im just as lost as you are." The bystander said getting angry over the mans persistence.

The man stood there in silence for a moment. "UGH! your no help to me." the man complained and smashed the bystanders head at the nearest wall, busting a hole through it. "Damn it for a 'Pirates Paradise' you'd think a nice bar wouldn't be so hard to find." He said stomping around with his hands in his pockets. Behind him were two people, a much taller, and muscular man and a young Beautiful Women, who many of the men became infatuated with whenever she walks by.

"We don't have time for drinking anyways Jones, we're on a scheduled." The taller man said.

"Shut the hell up Cazzar! We did what the old man asked, we burnt that down that whatchamacalled marine island down to the ground already. Its time for some r-n-r." Jones said resting his arms behind his head.

The women walked quietly, almost seemed annoyed by the two boys bickering.

Looking away from Benjamin for a moment, Kettle couldn't help but be mesmerized by the beauty of the young woman. Kettle's eyes saw only her, completely ignoring the other two that accompanied her. And as she walked ahead of the two, visually upset, it was Kettle who greeted her next.

Removing his hat and planting a single knee to the ground, Kettle bowed with a gleeful smile playing along his lips. "Yer guilty of being a hot wench," he chimed to the woman, "I sentence ye to walking me plank!"

The women looked down at the kneeling Kettle with a grin on her face. "My, what a gentlemen." She said softly, amused by his actions.

"I-I don't know, Kettle." Benjamin stepped forward towards the woman, obviously analyzing her physique. "She's like, er, maybe a two or something. I've seen hotter in those brothels over there you know."

Aroused by what seemed to him a compliment, Kettle rose up to his feet and offered his arm to the woman. "Yoho! Then how's about it? Wanna come back to my home port and see my dock?"

A loud smack was heard from Benjamin and Catrina was seen glaring at him with her fist steaming for her hit. "Well isnt that nice!" She said happily. "You see boys this is how a lady should be treated." She called out to her comrades.

"Oh please why would a girl need to be treated like that?" Cazzar mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. A loud smack was heard from Cazzar as well as he was then seen squating down carrying for a large bruis on his head with an acking face from the pain. The women had an wicked face with more stream coming from her fist again.

Benjamin felt the sting of Catrina's slap, pulling him from his drunken calm to into a sea of drunken rage. "What the fuck," he started, sending his backhand soaring towards Catrina's face while she was distracted by her own teammate. "Bitches need to remember their fucking place!"

"This dude has a death wish." Jones says with sweat drops leaking down his face.

Catrina was smacked in the face unexpectedly causing her to tremble with anger and turned towards Benjamin with a vicious glare. She is then seen walking away angrily with Benjamin's upper body smashed into the ground with only his legs being shown. "Men are animal!" She shouted frustrated.

"Eh?" Kettle's normally widened eyes narrowed peculiarly. What had he just witnessed? Another woman with an attitude? His blood began to boil. She had reminded him of his wife... back when she was still alive. Back before he had "accidentally" taken her life. Through his anger of seeing the strange predicament that had unfolded before him, Kettle curled his hand into a fist.

He wasn't so much angry at the fact that Benjamin had been ridiculed as much as he was at the thought that a woman had shown herself to be superior to a member of the male species. Like what in the actual fuck? Just what did this bitch think she was playing at? As Catrina continued to walk away, she would find that her movements had become slower than usual; it was as if the world itself had begun to cave in around her being!

Alas, befitting the gravitational powers bestowed upon him by his Devil Fruit, Kettle orchestrated a large sum of pressure down toward Catrina from where he currently stood, with nothing more than the motions of his single hand. She would feel her body be crushed beneath the magnitude of such vigorous might that it would have made what she had just done to Benjamin look like nothing special in comparison.

"Ye good for nothin' whore! How dare ye speak against another man!"

Having been crushed by the sudden intense pressure pushing down on her, she collapsed to the ground immediately and she fell she instantly spat out blood from her mouth. "AGHHHHH!" She tried to pull herself from the intense force but found herself struggling to even move herself up an inch. "Gr-Gravitational power?" She thought to herself.

This sudden transaction got the attention of her two comrades, causing Cazzar to quickly stand up and face Kettle and prepare himself to face him, while Jones just looks towards the fallen Catrina and doesn't move from his current spot.

"It seems everyone's being rather... troublesome here..." A voice suddenly spoke, seemingly coming from above. Should anyone look up, they would both see a man clad in white and black, as he seemingly lied down on air itself. A white parachute was visibly connected to his person and above both, there was a large dirigible flying off in the air.

At the sound of a most intriguing voice, Kettle looked up and what he saw surprised him. What exactly it was and how it managed to do what it was doing was beyond him, but he had grown accustomed to seeing all sorts of bizarre things ever since he had stepped foot into the Grand Line. Still, there was an especially potent aura radiating around this guy; just who in the hell was he?

"Eh? Why don't ye come on down from there and join the fun, pisspot?" Kettle spat, his eyes and grin widening further. It was then that one of his underlings came running from behind him, alerting him of the dangers of the levitating man.

"Nay, captain! That's Qasarhog Yanbaal up there, a member of the Shichibukai! His former bounty is even higher than your current bounty of 200,000,000!" he cried, warning his captain against challenging the man above to a battle. Kettle looked back upon his subordinate in disbelief.

"Ehhh?" Kettle glanced toward the flying Shichibukai once more, as if he hadn't seen him clearly the first time. "Shichibukai?!"

Both Jones and Cazzar look up as well, following after kettle. "A warlord hu? Should make things interesting." Jones said with sinister grin.

"So thats him hu?" Cazzar said hardly surprised to see him but more interested that he got to see him at all.

Catrina who was fighting the intense gravity could also hear what was going on as her eyes widened in surprise. "Q-Qasarhog Yanbaal? W-What in the world is he, ugh, doing here?"She thought to herself trying to fight through the pain of the gravity.

"Forget it." The gravitational pressure above Catrina returned to normal. "Ya couldn't pay me enough to mess around with one of them." Kettle turned around and gestured toward the rest of his crewmates to follow in his lead. Yanbaal had a truly infamous reputation of collecting pirates and turning them over to the World Government as apart of his duty. Kettle wasn't interested in potentially being the next guy to make that list.

With his men behind him, Kettle retreated into a nearby bar, exactly what the Fire Rocker Pirates had been searching for upon their arrival into Tashoya.

With his force of gravity lifted Catrina managed to get up to her knees, coughing from this experience. "Grr one day i'll kill that bastard, but for now..." She stopped herself looking up at the levitating warlord.

"Hmmmmmmmm?" Yan looks as the little group of pirates sets off to a nearby residence. Still with a poker face, he scratches the side of his head lightly, as if to wonder what had just happened. Yan sighs and shrugs, landing on the ground soon as the parachute seemingly disappeared into thin air, he looked at those who were still there.

"Could this be the infamous "Pirate Island"...known as Nassau?" He smiled, showing off his pretty white teeth, all the while crossing his arms and walking towards them. Yan stopped abruptly "I do hope I came to the right place!"

With his men in tow, Kettle stormed into the tavern, making a large ruckus per usual. He marched up to the bar counter and eyed the barkeep with an aloof expression, the wooden floorboards creaking under his filthy boot. "Gimmie a bottle of yer good stuff!"

With all the commotion happening around the bar, a sheet layed on top of one of the table booths in the bar begins to suddenly move as a child then took the blanket off and lifted himself up to look at what was going on. The child had black, messy hair with ragged clothes. Many would think he's a homeless child who's living in the streets for years. He looks over at kettle with his eyes half open as if he's barely able to keep himself away. "uh. hu? Whats all the noise out there?" He said in a dull, mumbling tone as he rubbed his eyes to try to see straight and looked back at kettle but that appeared to have done nothing at all.

Meanwhile outside the bar Cazzar stood there glaring at Yanbaal with a ready position, preparing himself for anything he might do. "What are you doing here." He said with a harsh tone. Jones didn't say or do anything just yet and just stood there with a sinister grin on his face.

Yan looks down at the similarly large man "Ooh, I recognize your face...Cazzar, the Titan, right? Hmhmhmhm" He then looks around the place, seeing the many buildings and pirates around "As for why I'm here...it's none of your business. Though, do me a favor and don't assume things from the get-go, okay?" He looks fiercely at the man, yet, while having a smile on his face.

Inside the tavern, Kettle kissed the cork of a brand new liquor bottle. It was clear to everyone there by now that he planned to drink himself into a coma. Resting with his back against the bar counter, he rose the bottle above his head, continuing his chants from earlier before. "To a free world! Bahahahaha!"

With all the commotion going on the child manages to get off the table booth, hoping to find a quieter place to sleep while carrying his blanket with him and wears it like a robe with a hood over his head and walks over to the middle of the bar. He looks over at Kettle with his eyes still blurry from his sleep and tries to focus on him due to the blurry spot he see manages to catch his interest for some reason. "uhh hu? Who is that? He sorta looks.......familiar." He thinks in his head as he walked closer to him with his tired looking face remaining. His vision starts to get clear enough that he can make out what he's looking at "Uh." Recognizing what he sees his eyes widened with a surprising shock to his face. "HU? AHHHHHHH ITS KETTLE!" He shouted loudly as he tried to back away but then stumbled over his feet and collapsed onto a bar table his crew mates were sitting at and managed to knock it over, causing their mugs to fall to the ground spilling their booze.

At the mention of his name, Kettle turns --bottle to his mouth-- to acknowledge his admirer. Yet what he saw transpire before him was the quite opposite of that; by the look of things, a scrawny little boy had toppled over the table of some pirates. "Bahahaha! What in tarnation?"

Walking on over to the distressed boy, ignoring the other pirates that were seated around him, Kettle stomped his boot to a resting position atop the fallen table. "What is it little squiddle? Do I know ye from somewhere?"

Colby looks up from the towering kettle standing over his collapsed body. He looked on in fear, unable to utter a single word. "Uh uhhh uh." He began shivering a bit and his eyes began shaking reflecting on the fearsome Kettle standing before him.

Kettle studied the boy's expression. That look of fear in his eyes, Kettle had seen it far too many times in the past to keep count. But moreover, he knew that he had seen those exact eyes some place before, but where?

...Of course! It was seven years ago. Seven years ago on an island somewhere in the West Blue whose name he really couldn't give two shits about remembering now. Back then those eyes were filled with tears, and only tears for as long as he had kept them.

Seven years ago...

''"Pirates! It's the Black Hand Pirates!" A voice exclaimed as canon fire broke out from the horizon. Balls of mass destruction crashed against homes, tearing them to shreds. A single ship responsible for all the chaos docked along the banks of the island, and all in one motion, a swarm of pirates stormed into the town.''

''"Find anythin' of use and bring 'er back to me," Kettle barked, "I'll split a bottle of rum with the one who brings back the best plunder!" His men roaring behind him, "Black Hand" Kettle paraded into the town.''

''En route his march into town, he utilized the powers of his Devil Fruit to crush several buildings under the sheer pressure of gravity. Even upon raiding the town for an hour, still did he not find anything he deemed remotely satisfactory. "What the fawk is with this place, eh? Ain't there anythin' worth takin' from this dump?!"''

''In the rubble of all the collapsed homes, he found a man with his leg caught beneath a boulder attempting to free himself in order to escape together with his family. His wife and son simply refused to leave him behind, no matter how much he told them to run. This caught Kettle's attention, and in due time he found himself approaching them.''

''"What be the meanin' of this, eh?" He cupped the face of the woman and stared her in the eye. "Why ain't ye listenin' to him? Didn't he tell ye to run away from me?!" Kettle's blood began to boil. And in another fit of anger, he lost his cool. ''

''"Ye good for nothin' wench! I'll teach ye to disobey a man!" Before her husband and child, Kettle began to kick the woman several times in her face. "There's nothin' that ticks me off more than a woman with a fawkin' attitude like yers! Do ye think yer better than him?! Ehh?!"''

''The boy attempted to protect his mother by lashing his arms around Kettle's leg. Kettle merely flicked him off and continued with his kicking until the woman's face was a red as a cherry. "Piece of shit..." He spat a wallop of saliva on the ground. With her husband caught with his leg under the boulder, he had no choice but to watch and scream in terror.''

''"This is a free world we live in," Kettle continued, "free for us, that is. Men'll keep doin' what they wanna do. Ye women should just learn to stay put and deal with it." He walked up to the small boy, whose eyes were filled with fear. Kettle cupped his face and smiled a crooked smile.''

"'Ello little fella. How's about I take ye to a new 'ome? Ehh?" He moved his hand from his cheeks to the top of his head. Black energy began to spew from Kettle's palm and the gravity all around the boy began to condense and quickly cave in. "Black Hand!"

''Before he realized what had happened, the boy was sucked up into Kettle's hand, stored away like a coin meant for a pouch. "That'll do. The market is beaming for the youngin's nowadays anyway. Let's dip, men!"''

Kettle smiled the same crooked smile he had smiled seven years ago, looking into Colby's eyes right this moment. "Oi remember youuuu. Oi made a good dollar outta ye!" He chugged Brandy down his throat. "How're things, little squirt? Yer the first kid Oi've ever sold that's returning to me like this. Color me amused, bahahaha!"

Afraid to do anything all Colby could do was crawl backwards. "No stay away from me!" He shouted.

"Hoy, pipe down lil' fella. Oi ain't got no more need for ye, truth be told. But if Oi do remember correctly, Oi was able to buy me a brand new cannon with the money Oi got for sellin' ye." Kettle chugged some more liquor down his throat before tossing it over to Colby. "'Ere! Why don't ye have the rest? Consider us even. Oi got ye a drink and ye got me a cannon."

Letting out a proud burp, as if he had just done humanity a favor by offering an underaged boy a drink, Kettle retreated back to the bar counter to dine and feast with his crew.

From the seat beside Kettle, amethyst eyes watch curiously as he goes off to the bar to mingle. Sitting there as though he'd been here for some time now given the half-finished drink in hand is a young man with a shock of silver-white hair, lavender eyes (look away, look away, look away) and fine white priestly robes. What may disturb the boy Colby was the fact that he, and Kettle nor any other denizen seemed to have noticed this man's presence. Until now.

Staring at the boy, the strange youth starts to speak but no words come out. If Colby is keen enough in his ability to read lips, whatever words that may have poured from the newcomers mouth resembled nothing that he was familiar with. Recognizing his conundrum the youth sighs with a smile. Bringing his hand up he strums his thumb against the strings of his. . . what looks like a cross between some kind of wand, harp and scabbard.

What comes next is a melody, a string of high and low beats that seem to uplift the spirit, the kind of song that accompanies a hero overcoming a great struggle, shattering their fear and pushing onward. The tones penetrate deep into the bone, and Colby can feel his blood pumping to the rhythm of the short song. Then it stops, and though the music has ceased, the feeling of triumph remains in Colby's heart.

The sounds from this mans music drew in Colbys attention as the meldoy managed to calm him down causing his facial expression revert back to his normal dull expression. He then managed to get himself and looked at the two men infront of him with a dull look in his eyes. "Who are you?" He asked to the man playing the music.

Another series of notes are struck in response. A sharp upward staccato that lowers until it is drawn out, long and deep. The sounds that continue to bleed outward paint a vivid image in his mind, almost as if the world before his eyes just melts away. What replaces it is a massive forest, tree's as thick as houses towering above him. And he's running through the overgrowth, leaping high onto branches, the wind whipping across his skin and the feeling of such freedom is so intoxicating he just wants to shout out to the world! And when he does, its not a whoop of joy that he was expecting, but something else... a word, something definitive, persuasive and absolute. Before he even realizes it the words are spilling out of his mouth as he is brought out of the dream.

"Orpheus Telos." Colby shouts.

Being within the vicinity of the orchestra, Kettle too found himself under its direct influence. And boy was he enjoying himself! It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe through mere words alone; a combination of euphoria intertwined with what he could only assume was Nirvana. He was foaming at the mouth, liquor spewing like a fountain. And through it all, the crazy child within him began to dance. Oh yes, Kettle stood up to his toes and broke it down before the entirety of the tavern!

The movements of a deranged lunatic, the dance was almost as hideous as his own face. Still yet, he clapped his hands in rhythm and cheered in gratitude. "Hoy, hoy! Never in me life has I ever heard such a thing!" Kettle's wide eyes fell upon Telos. "A fine musician as Oi've ever heard!"

Colby listened to the music and watched the dancing lunatic with unenthusiasm. He then heard some commotion outside that got his attention and looked outside the window and spotted his comrades. He then starts walking towards the door with his ragged blanket as hood to try and keep out the sunlight. "see ya around then." He said and opened the door. He then lifted his blanket up and used it to block out the sun rays much like an umbrella.

Back outside the tavern Cazzar continues his notsofriendly conversation with Yanbaal. "So you expect me to believe a man with your reputation would just stroll to this island for a vacation? Cut the crap." He called out.

"Kakakakakakaka!" Yan closed his eyes to laugh out "Assuming things once again...don't make me repeat myself" He pointed at the man with his right index finger "You don't have to believe anything, I am here for Business with the Man of the Island~" Yan said in a singing tone, looking at the tavern which had many laughter and screams inside "I could ask for informtation there, mhmhmmhmh"

Cazzar stopped talking for a moment assuming that he isn't really here to cause trouble which made him backdown slightly so that he wouldn't have a reason to pick a pointless fight with him. At least until Jones walked inbetween Yanbaal and his view of the bar with his same sinister grin. "Hehe thirsty?" Jones asked sarcastically with his grin growing into a large smile while still keeping its sinister feeling.

Catrina grew worried of what might happen next that sweat began leaking down her face. "I always knew this jackass would get himself in trouble." She thought in her head.

"Kakakaka, and why would you assume I'm thirsty?" His smile opens widely at the man before him, Yan then frowns "Ah...silver hair and the mark on the forehead..."Serial Killer" Jones, right? We have quite some pirates here~" He almost sings, looking at Catrina as well "Even the "Knight" is here huh...I won't be bothering you with any questions as to why you pirates are even here!" He crosses through Jones, prepared to walk away to the bar.

After Yanbaal past him and kept walking, a blob of pink goo slid past him from both sides and combined together to form Jones back in front of him. Jones pointed two fingers with his thumb up towards him like he's making a gun with his hands. "Maybe not but having you here interests me. I've grown bored with burning down the bases of those who hold your leash and its not every day their guard dog shows their face to us. What a pleasure hahahaha" One he started to say final sentence his changed from sinister smile to a sadistic look.

Shocked by Jones actions Cazzar grew worried. "Jones what are you... Ah what the hell there's no changing his mind once he makes one." He mumbled accepting whatever happens next.

"Fine just don't come crying to us when He kills you for screwing with his plans." Catrina said grabbing her sword on her back.

"A Logia huh..." Yan stops abruptly before Jones forms himself again "So the rumors are indeed true...that you're versatile when killing" The Shichibukai smiles and puts both of his hands on the pockets of his jacket "However, I'm not here on the Government's behalf...so I'll give you another chance. I'm repeating myself! I'm just here for business, listen to your crewmates, they seem to give much more thought into the situation~" Yan pointed back at both with a serious gaze, intensifying the atmosphere around them.

Orpheus leaned against the tavern wall watching with some measure of interest at what appeared to be a battle in the making. His presence hidden beneath the subtle lullably he hummed which served its purpose in masking him.

Jones paused for a minute, most likely thinking about his actions. Just then his face grew more anxious to battle, a sign that clearly shows that theres no reconsidering. He then made another gun shape with his other hand and aimed both towards Yanbaal. "Goop Goop MACHINE GUN! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His finger tips were rappidily shot out towards Yanbaal's direction at bullet like speed shooting at anything that is in front of Jones not just Yanbaal.

Catrina quickly drew her sword and used it to deflect the bullets while she ran out of the range of fire, while Cazzar stood there with one hand out block the incoming bullets with his infused hand.

Yan sighs as the man shapeshifts. A white and thin substance smooth and quickly covers both his hands, instantly becoming black as Yan proceeded to catch the imposing bullets with each of his finger tips. He instantly threw some of them back, making them collide with upcoming bullets.

As soon as he let the bullets he caught go loose, Yan vanished and reappeared behind the Serial Killer, ready to strike his head against the pavement with a fierce right punch.

It wasn't until Jones noticed that Yanbaal was behind him until he was punched in the head about to collide with the ground. Just when his head touched the pavement of the concert Jones head splat into pink goop. "Ugh! Damn it all." Jones voice was heard from the goop of what was his head. The goop then began to quickly retract to the body and crawl over Yanbaal's hand practically cover his arm in pink goop. His body then burst apart and tried to ensnare Yanbaal in his body. "Hahahahaha let's see how well you fight trapped inside my body! Hahahaha!"

While Jones was about to capture Yanbaal and trap him, Catrina came rushing towards the two with her sword out ready to slash through them.

Yan looked as the slime moved to surround his arm. But then, before they had contact, Yan's arm folded itself, first horizontally then vertically, as it retracted from the imprisonment "You know, Logias shouldn't expand themselves too much..." His right leg quickly rose to deliver a barrage of haki kicks to the upcoming expanded goop's structure.

All the while, his left arm had extended towards the upcoming attack from the Blonde Knight. Being encased in Busou, it was fully prepared to catch it, and then, toss the woman aside.

Benjamin pushed himself from the dirt, his face flowered with debris from his encountered, gasping for air. “I-I almost,” he started, seemingly pulled from his drunken rage by the threat of death. Yet, before him, stood men engaging in a battle. He needed to leave, and he needed to leave now. Picking himself up, he scurried into the tavern to pay the bartender and then to take his leave.

Jones took the barrage of kicks thus ceasing his goop from full trapping him entire body. "Ughh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!" He gritted with every kick until he opened a hole in the spot he was kicking causing his foot to pass through for another kick. Once his foot was through he closed the hole to at least trap his foot in and carry on to encasing his entire body.

Catrina attacked the incoming attack with her sword but was unable to do anything as it pushed her towards a building, however she caught herself with her legs and tried to over extended attack but couldn't push it away even with all her might, she then realized that if her brute strength wouldn't help she would rely on her haki. She then infused her legs, arm and sword in Haki causing them all to darken black and was able to push his arm back.

As it had extended due to Catrina's struggle, Yan's arm suddenly flopped open in various pieces of...paper? It tried to wrap around both of Catrina's arms. His leg which had been entraped, also flopped open, forcefully extending Jones and extending around to capture the Pirate. Yan's right arm went back to normal, as did his leg and other arm as he got them off from the paper mass enveloping around both pirates.

"I won't kill you! But don't pressure me so I turn you over to the Government" He said in a serious tone, fixing his clothes a bit as they both got seemingly enveloped by the paper.

"UGh! My arms!" Catrina shouted. She tried to yank it off but couldn't. "What is this? Is this paper?" She questioned.

Before the paper could entrap him, Jones solid body rose out from his goop that was once his body and leaped to safety. "HAAAAhahahahaha now this is entertainment!" He said in a sadistic smile.

At the sound of all the ruckus outside, Kettle exited the bar, only to witness the men who had troubled him before engaging a Shichibukai, of all things, in battle. "Hoy, is ye an idiot?"

Part of him felt the need to join in on all of the fun, but at the same time, he didn't exactly want to risk being toppled over. After a brief second to think things over, Kettle smiled wide. "Oll-right, move on over ye fuckers, 'cause there be a new sheriff in this town!"

''"What's all this ruckus, Nassau normally doesnt have this many visitor's at one time." ''The pink haired boy thought to himself before making his way to the commotion. He quickly navigated through the town quickly identifying the source of his headache, a Shichibukai and what appeared to be a bubblegum man where engaged him some sort of scuffle outside of his favorite tavern on the island.

A small clearing of his throat would be un-audible giving all the commotion going on in the square at the moment, before.

"OI, YOU CHEEKY BASTARDS, WHAT'S ALL THIS THEN!" Indra screamed at the top of his lungs trying to do his best impression of his Captain.

Kettle's attention was averted away from all the chaos and toward the hollering Indra. His eyes and lips widened, and, taking aim with his palm in Indra's general direction, Kettle released a wave of gravitational energy that shot out and seized the boy's movements.

What he saw in Indra was a helpless little boy whom he could sell on the market; he had no idea as to what sort of affiliation the boy possessed nor who he exactly was, but if there was anything Kettle was good for, it was selling people no different than Indra himself. "Come to Daddy! Bahahaha!"

Without warning, Indra was pulled from where he had been standing and he found his body soaring toward Kettle's palm against his own command. No matter how much the boy struggled in that momentary lapse of shock, he was unable to pry himself free of Kettle's extended grasp; and where he ultimately ended up was beneath Kettle's palm, with Kettle's fingers wrapped around his skull.

Slamming Indra's face against the pavement, Kettle laughed aloud. "'Ere's to another cannon! Bahahaha!" Black matter poured from Kettle's hand, connecting directly with Indra's face, and before the young lad could have even processed what had gone on, he was sucked in and sealed away into the premises of Kettle's palm.

Gone. Without leaving so much as a single trace, Indra was wiped off the face of the island as if he had never existed in the first place. All there was to lament his banishment was the crater that had been formed beside Kettle as a result of him being smashed against the ground.

"This is-" Yan turns to look at the voice, disappointed to see just a young boy, he then looks at Captain Kettle, letting the mass of paper he summoned chase Jones around "Kakaka! I thought it was me who was accused of capturing pirates, hmmmm?" He smiles as Kettle absorbs the red-head somehow "Much more than simple gravity huh..."

"Fufufufu," chimed a most feminine voice suddenly, "that is a most interesting ability you have there, Captain Kettle." A voice that pierced the heavens, so it seemed, it brought all the ruckus about Tashoya to an immediate end. Pirates of all kinds looked around in utter confusion, trying their very best to determine where the voice was coming from, and after a moment of searching, they found its owner standing above the roof of the bar.

Many of their eyes turned to hearts at the sight of a gloriously shaped woman, whose curvaceous anatomy fell under the spotlight of the moon. Bearing long blonde hair that fell down her backside, she leapt from the roof of the bar down to the pavement below, standing between all the chaos and addressing each of its participants.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to intrude on all your fun," she continued, blue eyes scanning the horizon, "but with an ability such as yours, I think you're just the man I've been looking for."

Eyes and lips as wide as ever, Kettle looked the woman over several times. "Ya certainly put the shiver in me timber!" he muttered aloud, unable to concentrate on anything but the woman's body.

The woman exchanged an awkward glance. "Er no; I'm not looking for anyone for that reason...

"What I meant was, I have a job for you. For all of you, for that matter."

Kettle's brow furrowed. "Eh?" So all of a sudden there was this random woman trying to speak down on him. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have most certainly lost his temper. But there was a different feeling to all of this...

"What kinda job is ye talkin' about, Miss?"

Seeing as though she had everyone's attention, the woman proceeded with her explanation. "You see, I can't expect any of you to be aware of all of this, but in a number of days from now, there is to be a wedding ceremony among Elbaf's royalty.

"It is a fairly large scale wedding, as to be expected of the giants. And well, how should I put this into perspective? Being one of the more fancier weddings in the history of the Grand Line, it would go without question that everything pertaining to it be of equivalent standing.

"To be more precise, what I mean to say is, several nations are going all out as we speak to ensure the giants are satisfied with the ceremony. The dresses have been tailored months in advance and made of the finest quality, the decorations have been designed by the world's greatest of architects, the food has been prepared by some of the world's greatest chefs...

"There is only but one issue befalling all of these wedding preparations. The giants are without a proper drink; being as they are of such profound lineage, they are among the world's mightiest of drinkers, as to be expected!

"Not just any old liquor will do for them. The giants desire rum of the finest caliber: Nerb Rum."

"Nerb Rum?!" Kettle spat. "Are ye fuckin' serious? Does ye know how much a single bottle of that stuff is worth? Ye can't even find a decent price on 'em 'ere in Nassau! And we's talkin' bout giants 'ere! The size of their portions are fuckin' enormous! There ain't no way any lad could ever find enough rum to supply them-"

"What if I were to tell you that I have?" the woman rebutted. A long silence ensued. By the look on his face, Kettle was far from convinced.

"Nerb Rum? Ye got enough Nerb Rum ta feed giants?"

"Yessir."

"Ye got enough Nerb Rum to get 'em piss drunk?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ye mean ta tell me ye got enough Nerb Rum on ye ta allow the giants ta bathe and shower in liquor for the kind of after party that would follow a wedding like that?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Fuck off!" Kettle turned his shoulder to the woman, no longer interested in what her curvaceous body had to offer. "Oi may be a pirate, but Oi ain't an idiot!"

"Please, Captain Kettle, hold on for just a second!" she called out, "if you're not convinced, then I am more than prepared to show you to my stash."

Kettle turned back around. His eyes and lips widened in excitement. "Carry on."

"Huuuuh?" Yan takes a few steps and stops when he is side-to-side with Captain Kettle, resting his elbow against the man's arm "And how could this interest us? Kakaka, I've only come here to negotiate with the "Public Enemy", are you an acquintance of his?!" He frowns, tilting his head to the right slightly.

"You ask a most plausible question, Yanbaal-san," the woman continued, "I am most indeed an acquaintance of the Public Enemy. As a matter of fact, it is he and he alone who has made arrangements for our success. Allow me elaborate.

"You see, utilizing a ship built specifically by he who is by every facet of the sense the World's Greatest Shipwright, I plan to smuggle several tons worth of Nerb Rum into Elbaf. Captain Kettle's ability to store things within his body makes it that much easier.

"However, this isn't exactly a task any one person could accomplish on his own. Do realize that the sheer amount of rum I plan to smuggle into Elbaf requires proper distribution around the whole island once we reach there. That is where the rest of you come in."

The blonde haired woman looked around at each of those that had gathered around to hear her speak. "There is much profit to be gained from all of this. I have arranged for several negotiations to be had; the giants all over Elbaf are willing to pay a hefty coin for a single bottle of this rum.

"Operation: Elbaf, as I have come to refer to it as... yes, if everything is to transpire as I have imagined, there is plenty of fortune for us all to benefit from! If everything goes according to plan, I swear to you, none of you would ever have to worry about money ever again. You'll be richer than even the richest."

"Oll-right, oll-right," Kettle spat, "that's enough of yer yappin'. Are ye goin' ta show us yer stash or not?"

"Why yes, of course. It's already been boarded onto a ship. All that's left to be done is transporting it there to Elbaf. If you'd all be so kind as to follow me this way." The woman began to lead the way through town.

"Kakakaka, intriguing!...However, I don't want any of this money you're offering...having direct business with the man himself would be proper for a reward!" Yan spats with a smile, being the first to not follow the woman instantly "Also, if the Giants are paying you...why would you ask for other people to do such a job when you could keep the money?" He taps at his forehead, lightly, as if to indicate a mental line of thought.

Suddenly a pink blob rose from the ground behind the blonde girl. "Now hold on just a sec." A voice was heard from behind her. The women then felt two fingers pressed against her back. Jones held his hand against her back in the shape of a gun and looked at her with a sinister smile. "Why would i sink so low as to take orders from a rookie brat like Veno? You got some nerve trying to negotiate me to doing his dirty work." He said drilling his two fingers into her back. "You'r lucky I dont just kill you right here and now."

The woman sighed. "Leave it to a bunch of well known pirates such as yourselves to ask a bunch of questions..." She put her hands to her hips.

"To address your point first, Yan-san, under any ordinary circumstance, you're right. It'd be in my best interest to hog all that money for myself. But as previously mentioned, this isn't exactly a job I can do on my own, most certainly not in giant territory. The sheer scale of land I need to cover in the amount of time I've been given, it's just not possible for a single person. The more people we can get to make deliveries, the better. It'll also increase our chances at making a profit in the case that one of us ends up getting caught."

She showed little to no remorse over the gun that was pressed against her. "I'm merely presenting you with a door to some easy money, Mr. Jones. Whether or not you take me up on the offer is a decision for you to make alone. There is absolutely no need for such hostility when all I've done is say a few words."

Her words invoked a chuckle from Kettle. "Hoy, hoy, Miss Moneybags, has ye a name to go by?"

She nodded. "My apologies for not introducing myself earlier; I normally don't waste my time getting to know those that I won't be working with. Under the assumption that you're all interested..." She looked around at them all. "You may address me as 'Ashley' from here on."

"Well oll-right Miss Ashley, is ye goin' to show us to yer stash or not?"

"Why yes, of course. Just as soon as Mr. Jones is done being tough."

Kettle's eyes widened. "What do ye think yer doin, ye fuckhead? Git yer stinkin' hands off of this woman at once!" Engineered by the powers of his Devil Fruit, Kettle's hands surged with energy. When discussing potential business, Kettle wasn't the type of man to play games.

"Now, now, Captain Kettle, that type of hostility won't be necessary. The two of you will be working together from now on, so I'd like for you to get along as best as possible. Anyway, if you lot would be so kind as to follow me..."

Considering her request as well as her offer Jones took put his hand down and stepped out of the way for her to walk past.

Ashley led the group of pirates to the docks of Tashoya, where a large pirate ship awaited them.

"Make yourselves familiar with him," Ashley said, leaping aboard, "this is one of Veno-san's greatest works, one of ten ships he's built that falls under his 'Ten Commandments' series. What you're all looking at right now is 'Hades'."

To say the ship was huge would have been an understatement; it was a ship fit for giants, dwarfing all others that were docked nearby. "All the Nerb Rum has been packaged down into the ten lowest compartments of the ship. I'll show you to it once I've explained things better here on the surface." She guided the pirates onto the ship's front deck, turning only at the sound at the complaint.

"Nay, Oi'd like ta see yer stash now as opposed ta later. Yer not sailin' us off ta do yer dirty work 'till I know yer legitimate!" Kettle barked.

"Fair enough. For all of those lacking trust in my operations, please follow me this way." Not unsurprisingly, all of them followed.

Leading them into the lower compartments of the ship, the doors of which had been kept oddly open the entire way, Ashley showed them to innumerable crates that were responsible for holding the countless bottles of Nerb Rum. Opening one, she held out a bottle of the Nerb Rum. "Go ahead and look through the other crates if you wish. Just be sure you don't open any of the bottles; a single bottle is worth a fortune on its own."

Kettle began to rummage through the crates. His eyes lit up. He simply couldn't believe what he was witnessing. "How in the fuck did ye get yer hands on so many of 'em?!"

Ashley offered a silent response. "I have my ways."

"How exactly?"

More silence ensued. "Let's just say when you're well acquainted with the manufacturer, a supply of this much isn't exactly hard to come by. But even still, be careful with how you handle each individual bottle."

Kettle was still at a loss for words. What was stopping them from killing her now and steering the ship in the opposite direction? No, it was too soon for that. Nowhere across the seas would he have been able to find better customers than the giants than to get rid of all of this rum; yes, he, along with the rest of these pirates would have to carefully await the best opportunity at which to turn the tables. There was bound to be betrayal, just like any other pirate affair. The only question was a matter of when.

As if speaking for the rest of the pirates, Kettle nodded, smiling eagerly. "Oll-right, Miss Ashley, Oi'm on board with yer idea."

She smiled. "Splendid. Then let us set sail without further interruption."

Without warning, Ashley stormed into the ship's control room, which required her to navigate her way through the massive ship's various other rooms, and after several minutes of waiting, the ship began to move, emanating a powerful screech upon its upstart.

With a crew of some of Nassau's best, Hades took off in the direction of Elbaf.

Yan only remained silent for the whole ordeal, taking the woman's words as a signal of acceptance. He followed all of them into the ship, hoping he could meet Veno.

"Veno-sama! Veno-sama!" a lowly pirate exclaimed the next morning, storming into the Veno Works Factory, "Hades is gone and Indra-kun is also missing!"

The monstrosity that was the Public Enemy was seated on a stool with a large bulk of machinery lain out before him, his robotic hands tending to their repairs. A look of anger quickly laced his mustard eyes. "Hades is gone?"

He had left Indra to ensure Hades' safekeeping. Now both of them were... missing?!

"That's exactly what I get for leavin' a fuckin' human in charge of things!" he exclaimed, aiming his palm toward the messenger, "to hell with all of ye!!" Smoke fumed from his mouth as he blasted a hole through the pirate's chest, allowing his charred remains to disintegrate upon his factory's floor.

Moving his fingers to his left forearm, he dialed a series of buttons. "Fuckin' 'ell, I can't get a signal on the boy. But trackin' where Hades is goin' shouldn't be a problem." He stood from his seat. "Corona, get me a readin' on Hades' course and do yer best to get a connection through to Indruh as well. Oi ain't got all day to be sittin' back n' worryin' 'bout this mess."

A feminine voice played through the walls. "Of course, Veno-sama."

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"Okay." He whispered. "I'll send word upon our arrival. Bye." A Den Den Mushi's click echoed through the darkened sea. Silence engulffed the world as if all the animals and humans of the realm had fallen asleep at once. Even he, who stood by himself at the helm of the Royal Sabre, felt the groggy spell cast by the massive full moon in the sky seize his mind. His ebony eyes felt heavier than normal. His hands dragged across a huge indentation in his chest. A scar which told a tale of a foolish warrior attempting to climb above the limitations of humanity. A man who grasped for perfection. Salazar witnessed the epitome of war and left with a bright flame roaring in his chest.

"What'd that bitch want now?" She barked with a gun's cock."I don't appreciate my man leaving my bed for some hoe this late at night." Salazar felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against the back of his cranium. Sweat poured from his blackened skin, he felt his heart beat increase. It became harder to breath. Most men would smile and embrace their better half but the young sword master knew better than to play with his life when it came to her. No matter how much they loved each other, Salazar knew she wouldn't hesitate to blow his brains out...and then revive him. But ain't that what love is?

"S-s-she wants us to d-do something for her." Salazar stuttered. "And I owe her that much for saving me." He turned around when the cold metal left his warm skin. Salazar faced his company, a curvacious silhouette with a gental warmth radiating from the deepness of nothing. He felt almost compelled to grab her, bringing the beauty of her dark skin against his own. Salazar felt content. As if the world had finally answered his prayers. "Wife, what are you doing out of bed?"

"Well, Husband, when I hear a Den Den Mushi go off and wake up to my husband outside whispering, what'd am  'posed ta do?" She brought her silver barrel to his crotch and laughed as he whimpered. Jacky placed her gun away and ran her fingers against Salazar's scar.

"T-trust me," Salazar managed to say inbetween nervous breaths. "I'm not taking any chances." He smirked and held her closer, his eyes closing as they melted into one another. Voices becoming careless whispers among the sleeping breeze of the calm belt. The Royal Sabre was built from a stolen marine ship, allowing them to easily cross the two strips without disturbance.

"Are you going to tell me what she wants?" Jacky asked, kissing her husband gently on the lips.

"What every other Yonko, Empress, and self-proclaimed Sea Goddess desires. She set her sights on Elbaf and wants to conquer it under her name." Salazar sighed. "But she needs reconnaissance done and we're the only division strong enough to handle the mighty warriors of Elbaf."

"Are you sure about that?" She laughed. "I've heard stories of Elbaf giants and they're worst than Giants who leave the island." Jacky leaned against a rail and scoured the black sea with emerald eyes and a loving smile.

Salazar joined her against the rail and smriked. The idea of fighting giants and establishing a name on an island as mighty as Elbaf...it lit a flame in his stomach. However his excitement was overwhelmed by a different sensation. A biggger question emerged. "How can we even get close enough to Elbaf?" Silence fell between the two as they attempted to come up with a solution.

"She told me some big shot is getting married there. The entire world is invited - hell it's the only time marines and pirates aren't allowed to fight. That'd be the perfect cover except we don't have a reason to be there." Salazar complained. "As a Shichibukai we could have snuck in buuuuuut..." He trailed off.

"Hm...I supposed only a royal wedding could impose a temporary truth between two of the three major powers." Jacky stated, ignoring her husbands immature ramblings. "Everyone there is going to try to win favors...including other islands."

"What?" Salazar asked confusingly.

"Stupid! A wedding is a ceremony of both favors and historical compromises...Sooo what if one of the royalty of a different island attended in hopes of finding a bride or husband or whatever the fuck he likes." Jacky lit her cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"What?"

"On this ship we have a former Shichibukai, an assassin, a halfling Giant annnd an Princess" Jacky continued her smoke. But Salazar was utterly shocked by her brilliance...it made so much sense. "Seeing as this is a big event, I doubt anyone is going to start shit. Especially with the princess of the Kambaka island." She joked.

"You're a genius!" Salazar screamed, picking up his ebony princess and swinging her in a wide circle. "Tomorrow we set sail for Elbaf. I'll ask him to write a letter announcing his attendance alongside a few guest."

Jacky laughed, kissing Salazar's forehead before heading back inside. "Whatever. But let another bitch call you this late and i'll make sure you won't have to worry about these problems anymore."

Salazar fell, overwhelmed by the immense pressure of her furious glare.

Heart of Stone
After a long night, the darkness finally surrendered to the light as the sun emerged illuminating the country with bright rays of heat. The streets reeked of ale and puke with drunks still wandering around unable to make it home. The cleaning crew was finally dispatched, beginning what would be a long day of work ahead of them. It was the aftermath of a festival that occurs once in every century, maybe longer. The Unholy Festival, a week of non-stop drinking and partying in honor of the King's last few days of bachelorhood. Gorgeous women of different races and tribes from across the globe we're invited in order entice the King, some with other intentions as well. Unfortunately, after seven long days and nights, the party came to an end...

On the Kingdom's more renowned manors was a palace not to far from the city. Inside lied hundred of women, most asleep, after a long week of festivities. Two men silently exited from the complex, attempting to get some privacy.

"I was sure that blonde mermaid was going to kill you after you rejected her a chance at marriage..." Tamotsu stated, putting a massive cigar in his shortly after then lighting it. "Then again, she wouldn't be the first to want your head."

Gazing outwards in a moment of deep thought, the King himself inhaled deeply. "If it was my head she wanted, then she definitely succeeded." he responded, letting out a loud distinct laughter waking up some of the women inside. Suddenly, several servants appeared from the palace offering the two men various items. Wanting privacy he sent the servants away, not before instructing to make preparations to evacuate the women.

"It's a shame it's over. I could have done for one more night." the fat giant exclaimed before noticing a tall figure rushing towards the manor. "Is that..."

A grin emerged on Barbarossa's face as he walked ahead in order to greet the massive figure. After a few second who it was became clear as she began to chant his name, "Barba-san, Barba-san!!" The area began to tremble a little bit as she was running toward them at full speed. With her massive weapon at hand, Barbarossa knew that this was not going to be a friendly exchange. Her friendly chants would slowly transform to angry battle cries as she raised her battle hammer in order to smash the King. "How dare ya...you BASTARD." she screamed coming down with all her strength.

His face remained calm as he simply raised his hand to stop the attack. As the two made contact, a massive shockwave was released, breaking all the glass and damaging the estate. If the women weren't awake before, they were now. Unphased by the attack, he gently removed the weapon from the now weeping girls palms. "I told you Ver, I'm getting married and trying to kill me is not going to change my mind" Barbarossa explained.

After about thirty seconds of crying Veronica finally regained her composure. Her face suddenly turned more red than a tomato. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes!" she screamed before turning around and sprinting back to town.

"I guess it's time for us to head back too." Tamotsu said, also only wearing his boxers. After gazing at the sun once more, Barbarossa responded: "Indeed".

Several hours later the two men, fully dressed, would return to the Elbaf Kingdom where nearly a hundred servants would bombard them with questions regarding the marriage. "Where do you want this" "How do you want that" "Is he/she invited", were some of the few questions the two were able to make out. Already annoyed, Barbarossa yelled in a serious tone. "Silence!!" His voice echoed throughout the estate alarming all the other servant he had arrived as well.

"Probably not your smartest move." Tamotsu stated, before attempting to walk away from all the commotion.

As dozen of other servants began to appear, Barbarossa turned to his friend and demanded that he stayed at his side. Immediately after he turned back to the crowd, "Leave me the list of those formally invited, and those who we expect to show without an invitation at my workstation. Everything else can go to Carson, since she's basically set this whole thing up." Fortunately the pool of servants began to disperse, and the two giants made their way to his work station.

As Barbarossa and his humblest companions drew ever closer upon their workplace, they were met by the bellow of what sounded like a barbarian. "Hoy, what do ya mean he ain't here yet?! It's been two whole days since we arrived and yar tellin' me that bastard still hasn't returned home?"

To Barbarossa, this voice was most nostalgic; the last time he had heard it was many years ago. But there was a time in which he heard this very voice on a daily basis. He fought against it countless times, shared with it his motives and dreams of the future. And, if it meant anything, it had just as much a fire to it as he could have ever remembered.

When Barbarossa's enormous frame stepped through the doorway, what he would see first before him was his brute of a cousin, Kaldor, arguing with another giant across the desk. Kaldor, who had traded his marine attire in place of clothing more suited for a man on a vacation, immediately turned to acknowledge the red haired man as he stepped into the room. The man behind the counter could do nothing more than cover his ears in preparation for what came next.

"Barbarossa-san?!" he shrieked once in question, then again in confirmation, "Barbarossa-san!" Tears clouded his eyes and crashed down onto the floor like raindrops from a cloud. With open arms, he stormed toward his cousin, intending to capture him in a warm embrace.

"It's been so long, ya damn mug! How dare ya notify me of your wedding by card and show up to greet me at the very last second!!"

The two titans wandered the halls giggling as they discussed the previous nights. Expecting loads of paper work to be throw at him by his secretary after his week of absence, he was not anxious to return. But upon hearing a voice, one that held so much emotion and history, he almost ran to his office to see if it were true.

Entering the room with a determined look, it did not take long for him to see his cousin. As Kaldor chanted his name with a little too much emotion, a massive smile appeared on Barbarossa's face. "Kaldor! It's been too long!" he exclaimed before embracing his close cousin with a warm hug.

In the background, Tamotsu finally made his way to the room. His thick-boned body and slowly deteriorating lungs due to all the green he's been burning, made keeping up with Barbarossa somewhat of a struggle. Despite being a little late to the party, Tamotsu was aware of the situation, the two made the entire kingdom aware of it. "Kaldor, it's goo-"

Completely disregarding any statement Tamotsu made, Barbarossa completely interrupted his friend. "Wait...how long have you been here. Did you get a chance to see the Unholy Festival?!?!"

"So this is the groom, is it? My best regards, King of Giants. Me and my subordinates are grateful for the hospitality you've shown us, alongside allowing us to be here to celebrate such a momentous occassion as the unity between you and your bride to be."

Ravinger Terell, more commonly known as Admiral Fuyuki stepped into the room; which was simply enormous by his own standards. In truth, were it not for how he delivered his words and his past experience with the Vice Admiral he couldn't even be certain that his words would reach the giants ears. Despite standing in the presence of someone who could squash a man his size with his thumb, Terell carried himself proudly and self-assuredly.

For this occassion he'd gone from his everday working clothes into a pair of dress pants and an elegant vest worn over a white long-sleeved shirt, a fashionable hat completed the attire; which he promptly took off to show his respects to the King of Elbaf. Followed by a warm smile, he'd need to put his best foot forwards indeed.

"Unholy festival?" Kaldor narrowed his brow. "Bah, ya damn mug! How much longer do ya plan on bein' a child? Yar gettin' married, for crying out loud, show a bit of decency, won't ya?!"

Truth be told, a human such as Terell would have easily gone unnoticed to giants of such caliber. Yet there was a certain power emanating from the man that suffocated even them. "Terell-kun! I do hope yar enjoyin' yar stay in a castle like this one; it's easily the largest such landmark in the world! Most humans can't fathom the thought of a castle made for giants..." he looked around at the place he called home during the better part of his childhood, "it truly lives up to yar expectations, doesn't it? Dordordor!"

A thought suddenly came to mind. "As a matter of fact, Terell-kun, why don't I show ya around the place? A man like you is worthy to see the treasure of our country." Whether Kaldor was referring to the castle itself as being a "treasure" or a certain artifact was currently unknown, but to venture so openly through a castle such as this, it was much too grand an opportunity to let slip by!

Fuyuki smiled, it was an honor that they wanted to show him the treasure of their country, he could scarcely refuse. It would be in poor taste, besides, Kaldor looked so excited at the prospect. "Indeed. You have a magnificent castle indeed, King of Giants, I admit its a tad disorienting for a regular human like myself; fortunately the chambers you've afforded me are man-sized. I feel a bit like a mouse in a mousehole."

With that, he turned to his subordinate and spoke. "I'd like you to show me then, I don't often get the chance to inspect giant craftsmanship. Vice Admiral Kaldor."

If the admiral would have allowed for it, Kaldor put his hand down against the ground so as to allow Terell to step onto his palm as if it were a platform, enabling him to be carried by the giant along the rest of the way. To say the castle was huge would have been an understatement; to climb each individual step of its various staircases would have required repetitive leaping from Terell's part. Kaldor volunteering to carry Terell the rest of the way was, of course, a way to combat this.

Under the assumption that he had been allowed, Kaldor waved goodbye to his cousin and marched through the castle, passing along several rooms, halls, and stairs, when at last he came upon a particularly intricately fashioned door. Gold in color, it would have appeared that the giants made very little, if any effort at all, to draw attention away from its contents. This was, as Terell would soon find out, because the giants were very confident that no being was capable of stealing what was inside, should they have somehow been able to trespass their way through the castle's countless security divisions.

"What you're about to see here momentarily, Terell-kun, is the heart of our nation," Kaldor explained, heaving the large door open which in itself must have costed a fortune, as it was made of pure gold itself, "a heart encased in stone!"

The door clicked open through the support of Kaldor's profound weight. The room, as all others comprising the castle, was nothing short of enormous for an ordinary sized human such as Terell. Inside, a marble flooring tiled the ground with a red carpet leading up to just about the only thing worthy of nothing: a large rock holstering an even larger sword.

"Feast your eyes upon one of the twelve Saijo O Wazamono Grade Swords, the sword of the late King Arthur: Excalibur!" Sunlight from the large window behind the sword poured out, encasing the artifact under a holy spotlight. "The heart of stone, so it has come to be referred to as... it is a weapon meant only for the strongest warrior within our nation. For countless generations its rights of usage have been passed along the rulers of Elbaf; yet in over a hundred years, none have been able to draw it from this rock."

Kaldor's eyes strayed from the admiral in his hand to the sword in the rock. He thought long and hard about Barbarossa. Would he perhaps be the one to end the long drought?

"There is a ceremony that precedes the drawing of the sword. The heart of stone is transferred from here to before the public, where the king makes his greatest attempt to extract it from the stone. In times past, kings have tried various tactics, from brute strength to," he paused, chuckling, "smearing butter along the sword's blade so as to loosen it and slip it out.

"As you might probably be able to tell by it still being encased in stone, many have tried, all have failed. At this point it's believed only the "chosen one" will be able to draw the sword. Of course, not just anyone is allowed to try; only a king may try, and at that, only a king who has been rightfully wed."

Kaldor's eyes trailed away in guilt. "Which is the reason the vast majority of our rulers have even bothered marrying in the first place. I only hope this is not the same reason behind Barbarossa-san's sudden decision to marry. At first many of our kin had suspected that perhaps he feared the prospect of failing to draw the sword in front of us all, and that was why he had refused to marry up until now. But greed has provoked the kings before him and it would not be hard to imagine that he too would turn out like the rest of them... destroyed by his own power."

He shook his head. "In any case, Terell-kun, I would be lying to you if I were to tell you that our people are looking forward to the wedding more than anything. Truth be told, the bulk of us patiently await the ceremony that follows the royal wedding; the time in which Barbarossa-san must make his attempt at drawing Excalibur.

"Only time will tell now, if he manages to do just that. I only hope he isn't so stupid as to try and destroy the stone beneath; a rather foolish king attempted the very same long ago and nearly split the sword in half! Or so it is said... I myself couldn't imagine a sword possessing the king of power that Excalibur does to be so fragile. Still, the fool that heaves so much as a single scratch upon its blade will be scorned by the entirety of Elbaf. King or not, they would skin him alive."

"They would skin him alive indeed," a familiar voice rang out from the doorway, leading the other two to turn around. A voice they had known all too well, yet hadn't heard in a number of weeks. Bearing long blonde hair that fell down his backside and marine attire that he had not yet been able to change out of, Rear Admiral Dario stood with his back pressed against the golden door. With a smile on his face, Dario adjusted his glasses.

"Dario-san!" Kaldor roared, "ya finally made it!"

"My apologies, Kaldor-sama, Terell-sama. There were more pirates on my way here than I had initially anticipated. I arrived only shortly; those whom greeted me at the docks told me to come this way and granted me access into the castle." With a well executed Soru, Dario covered the distance between he and his comrades in a few short bursts. Adjusting his glasses yet again, he gazed up at the holy sword. "So that's Excalibur, is it? Truly a marvelous sight..!"

He looked toward Kaldor. "Kaldor-sama, pardon my being so direct... but is what they say true? That countless kings have failed to pluck it from this rock?"

"Aye, the heart of stone is what it's called. Many have tried, all have failed."

"Interesting. Then... would you mind if I gave it a try? For the sake of validating my suspicions, of course."

Kaldor rose a brow. He studied Dario long and hard, before breaking into a chuckle. But of course the sword's hilt itself was hundreds of times larger than the Rear Admiral. He couldn't even wrap his entire body around it if he even tried.

With a suddenly stern expression, he addressed his comrade. "Nay, Dario-san. Not even I as a giant am allowed to ever touch the sword. That right is reserved only for the king."

Understanding the situation and seeing as though Kaldor was rather disciplined on the idea of allowing anyone else to touch it, Dario adjusted his glasses and smiled. "Well I was only joking either way, Kaldor-sama!"

Dario let out a small laugh. The bright light from the sun beamed against his glasses. In its reflection was Excalibur.

Although his facial expression remained inscrutable, on the inside Fuyuki felt a twinge of childish joy at being shown such an exceptional object. It deeply honored him that the giants would trust him enough to show him such a splendid treasure. Truthfully, this was the first that Terell ever heard of this sword, not without reason, for he'd always found weapons to be distasteful and impersonal. Perhaps due to how he'd never truly had to worry about them during his youth, due to being blessed; or cursed, with the powers of a Logia. For a moment the child within him awoke and he viewed the sword in the stone as though it had issued a personal challenge, nothing would please him more than having a chance to draw the blade. But the attempt would bring great dishonor upon the Marines and himself as well; although size was not a deterrent like with the Rear Admiral, for using the powers of the Yuki Yuki no Mi, Terell had the ability to shapeshift into enormous snow giants whose size was virtually unlimited.

Upon many an occassion since he began his stay he'd been tempted to use his powers to see the world from the perspective of true giants. But something had held him back, perhaps reverence for these magnificent creatures, living fables as they were. These childish emotions were quelled and he turned around to face the newly arrived Rear Admiral Dario, he quite enjoyed his current vantage point in Kaldor's palm, it gave him an excellent view.

"Greetings, Rear Admiral. Yes, there's troubles with pirates as of late, and as I informed my subordinates prior, it is exceedingly likely that there'll be pirates at the wedding proper, wanting to broker alliances with the giants in order to upset the balance of power. While I appreciate your pursuit of justice, remember that these times require a degree of finesse; and like my other subordinates I expect you not to engage any pirates while present here on Elbaf, unless you act in self-defense or for the defense of innocents and civilians. We cannot afford to alienate our hosts, if we do we risk them turning from the just path. Unless they take arms against you, or the King of Giants permits it, I expect you to tolerate their presence here."

Ravinger spoke with a hint of regret, it would've been highly efficient to capture as many pirates as possible while here; in fact, he might even be able to defeat or capture a Yonko or a high-ranking commander. Yet, even so, the path of justice demanded sacrifices to be made, and it wasn't always an easy road to walk. "At least, until they leave the island.. when they do, we will apprehend them in the open sea."

The Admiral turned his attention back to Kaldor and gave him a warm smile. "Thanks for showing me this, it is appreciated. But I would wish to ask your counsel while we're alone, how would you go about courting your cousin towards our cause? I realize this might seem opportunistic of me, but there's ultimately more than you or I at stake here, if the King of Giants were to be misled to side with a Yonko, it would place us all in an unenviable position; most of all you -- for you might be forced to fight against your own people. I think we'd all like to avoid that outcome."

Fuyuki spoke the words with a heavy heart, he deeply regretted that he could not simply enjoy the festivities the way he was meant to. That kind of freedom was something he had renounced when he accepted the title of Admiral, he would never marry himself, never learn to call another man his; nor engage in the romantic dalliances that he'd dreamt of as an adolescent. His was a heavy burden, to be a paragon, to be a balancing force and to be the terror of pirates everywhere, that was his lot in life, and to fulfill his obligations properly he had to forsake everything. All except for the companionship that he shared with his subordinates, like Vice Admiral Kaldor. Which he'd grown to treasure as the only bastion of humanity left for him to enjoy.

"Be civil with pirates?!" That bit had caught Dario off guard, apparently. He contemplated a rebuttal. "B-but..." But quickly decided against it.

"Affirmative, Terell-sama. I would never hope to bring dishonor upon the World Government nor yourself." He readjusted his glasses.

Meanwhile, Kaldor shivered with the mere thought of having to fight his own people. "Yar exactly right, Terell-kun. It would signal the end of me if one of those stinkin' pirates were to somehow ally themselves with Elbaf. I simply wouldn't be able to live with myself if that were the case.

"But if yar goin' to remain adamant on being civil with the pirates, then we'll need to find a way other than our fists to resolve this problem. I'll have a word with Barbarossa-san. After all he is the man in charge around here, and I his cousin. Surely my word should carry some meaning to him."

---

The sun shined brightly over the empty calm ocean slowly rocking the ebony ship to and fro. Morning freshness stimulated the aquatic life swarming beneath the massive boat, even stirring a few monstrous beast.

Salazar, dressed in his usual captain attire, leaned against the rail with a solemn expression plastered on his face. Last night he received the mission of a lifetime. From hunting deadly pirates to infiltrating a royal wedding, the swordsman could only wish for a normal life...However boring as it would be.

"Sally-kun!" A voice boomed from within the cabins. A screeching bird with a barritone voice perhaps? Or maybe the cries of a dying whale? Honestly Salazar would have preferred either over the monster that shot from the wooden door, almost breaking it off the hinges. His body broke through the open shirt barely covering his top, leaving his muscular stomach glistening in the sun between his tight pants. His curly hair glistened from the bright sun. "Sally-kun!!!! I heard you need a favor from your Princess. Of course your princess would do anything if it means keeping the burning passion that is our love alive!"

"I'll fucking swim to Elbaf!" Salazar roared, leaping onto the ocean from atop his deck.

WHOOSH!

A rainbow colored with razor teeth exploded from the water, creating a massive shockwave of saphire droplets. Its teeth shot open. Salazar was engulfed in an evergrowing darkness as a single ray of light kissed his forehead.

Is this it? Salazar thought. Is this the end? He closed his eyes and smiled, embracing the darkness which consumed him slowly. ''I've lived a fulfilling life...Fought against Gods, served Empressess and married a woman whose beauty could outshine the sun. Only fitting that I return to the sea upon which I've come from. Jacky...Princess...Black...Please continue chasing your dreams...I'll see you on the other side..."''

Salazar felt a muscular grip around his ankle. He was smothered against a hardened chest, was this what angels felt like? He growled in anger. Some death...Why couldn't the almighty have sent the beautiful sirens of the sea to rescue him?

"Oh Sally-swan! As much as I love the sight of wet ebony skin, swimming too early in the morning will surely lead to sickness." Princess kicked the sea monster back into the water, using the mutual force to launch himself back upon their ship. He held onto his captain tightly, who squirmed with the force of a fish within the palms of a giant. "My poor captain, I'm sorry-I shouldn't have exposed you to my beauty so early in the morning! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! but I have to prep up and make sure I look my best for you all! Especially my sissy Jacky!"

"L-let me go you bastard!" Salazar growled, knawing on the hardened flesh of Princess. He kicked and screamed. Punched the air and even invoked the cursed name of several forgotten gods of the sea. But Princess would not budge. "I've already accepted my death dammit! I've made a deal with davy jones upon which I cannot break! My soul belongs to the sea now!"

"Good job Princess," A silkened voice warmed the still air. Princess's grip loosened, dropping Salazar onto his stomach. He looked to the source, an ebony goddess dressed in short jeans and a middriff shirt, covered in a small leather jacket. "If ya think I'ma let ya ass die so easily, I'll kill ya dramatic ass meself!" Jacky roared. She pulled out her smallest pistol and placed it against Salazar's head..

"S-sorry wife..." Salazar whimpered. Jacky put her weapon away and leaned against the railing, awaiting for Salazar to stand once again. "Princess, we have a new mission from her Legs, one that involves us barging into a royal wedding."

"W-w-wedding! WEDDING!" Princess roared, sending shockwaves across the surrounding sea. He sung in twirled, harmonizing with the sounds of the empty sea. Spinning and spinning, dancing so elegantly across the wooden deck of their ship. "I love weddings! Whose the lucky one?! Oh my god Sally-kun, make sure you catch the bouqet!"

Jacky snickered. "Yeah make sure you catch it, Husband. Or there's gonna be a problem."

"The wedding isn't for us though." Salazar interrupted with a harmless smile. "Though the idea of having a few days of relaxation and free food sounds amazing."

"Foooood!" The ship rumbled. Shaking with each gigantic step the monstrosity took. He had to hunch in order to barely squeeze from the cabin door; Salazar remembering too make a bigger entrance for his newest member. "Food? Fooood!" Black screamed joyously. His braided hair swinging wildly behind him. He kept his stone sword tied tightly around his back. "Where's food?!

"Back home buddy!" Salazar boomed "We're going to Elbaf."

"Home of Giants and giant proportions! My mouth is watering from the anticipation!" Jacky screamed in enjoyment. "Perhaps we can enjoy ourselves a few days before jumping into some dangerous shit."

"Elbaf? I haven't been there. Oh! it's perfect for my new chapter-wait perhaps I can't get some backup to usurp that psychobitchLieelotte! Think Legs would help? I doubt that nohairhavingpsychobitch has Yonko power behind her!"

"If we succeed, she'll probably lend you a few ships." Jacky hugged onto Princess. "And ya got ya sis here to help. Plus my Husband will be more than glad to lead your personal armies."

"What!!!?"

"Right husband!?"

"Do I have a choice?" Salazar whimpered.

"Nope!"

"Well I mean I have to help Black-"

Caesar Black hugged onto Jacky and Princess, squeezing both with his massive wingspan. They swung each other in a loving embrace. Salazar could only stand there in a weird cocktail of admiration, happiness, and depression at what was about to come. "Finnne."

The crew eventually made their way into the meeting room, a massive cabin which even Caesar Black could not touch the ceiling. In the center, surrounded by treasures and captured slave equipment, was a massive table where each sat in a respective seat; with the queen and king at the head of the table. There, Salazar pulled out a marker and started drawing on their map.

"We need to perform recon on Elbaf for Legs. She wants to began preperations for either a hostile takeover or some invasion. Can't really anticipate what she's planning these days. Anyway, Elbaf's military power is nothing to laugh at...honestly if we're caught we have no hope of escaping unscathed-especially considering the type of guest that'll be in attendance." Salazar met the eyes of each Black Sea Pirate and smiled. "But! I've developed-"

Slap!

"My wife has developed a brilliant plan." Salazar said, rubbing the red hand mark from his cheek. "This wedding resulted in numerous invitations being sent out across the world. No doubt they probably invited some of the highest nobility from various kingdoms. Which means," He zero'd in on Princess. "With your permission, I'd like to use your rank to gain access."

"Oh! You'd like to be my date!"

"No your guest!"

"Oh of course you can be my dates!"

"Guest!"

"Nothing else would make me happier than being your date to this magnificent event!" Princess roared. Salazar took a deep breath and was about to scream his lungs out, until Jacky's hands wrapped against his mouth.

"Shush!" Jacky pushed him back into his seat. "Stop being so dramatic. Anyway, Princess, yes we will be honored to be your date. There are different ways to go about this. You and Sally-kun," She teased. "can arrive as a date and we can be your bodyguards." Salazar leapt up, only to have his head slammed into the table. Unable to speak, he couldn't object in time...

But Black nodded his head in disagreement just in time. "Remember, our bounties are super high. We're wanted across the oceans. And Captain's a former dog of the World Government. They'll surely remember him."

"Yeah!" Salazar added, freeing himself from the grasp of his mighty wife. "As much as I'd love to be your date, the amount of Government officials invited will make it impossible for us to simply waltz in there."

"Well, we can still arrive as her guest. Just, we'll have to improvise. I'm not worried about myself buuuuuuut the men might have to do something different..."

"You don't mean!" Princess jumped out his seat. "Ya'll embrace the Okama way!? Captain! I have to choose your maiden outfit. Jacky, you can take Black."

"That can never work!" Salazar objected.

"It'll allow us to sneak in alongside Princess under the disguise of her royal guest. The World Government will surely overlook her affiliation with the Black Sea crew if they aren't there." Jacky interrupted.

"But-"

"And I'm sure Ma'll have enough space for some friends. Especially one associated with royalty." Black added.

"You're going along with this too???" All hope left Salazar's voice.

"Then it's unanimous! We'll become the Royal Okama Crew and sneak into Elbaf! This'll be one helluva wedding!"Jacky screamed.

"And I know exactly where to get some nice dresses. Hm, Sally-kun, what size are you?"

---

Under the blanket of the night, Hades continued his voyage through the seas of the New World. It had been some few days since he and his passengers had left Nassau. It was on course now for Elbaf, with an estimate to arrive in a few short hours.

"Hoy, where the fuck is she?!" Kettle barked, storming onto the main deck whilst pulling his arms into the sleeves of his captain's coat. "Don't tell me she made off last night without tellin' a single one of us?!"

A letter was pinned against one of the ship's many masts. Using the powers of his Devil Fruit, Kettle ripped it off from a distance and had it transported to him. Looking it over, he summarized its contents for the sake of the others.

"That fucker," he muttered under his breath before addressing the others, "she's told us to go on ahead and that apparently she'll be meetin' us there somehow. She's left me with some rather specific instructions on what to do with the rum and the rest of you lot as well. For the love of..."

He pocketed the letter and spoke to the others as if he were their captain. "Let's get this show on the road then, eh? Arm yer positions, men! Oi'll go and check on the rum. As per Miss Ash-lee's decree, Oi'm to store it all in me self so as to avoid detection along Elbaf's borders. As a matter of fact, when we are to get close to land, Oi'll be needin' to hide erey last one of ya in me body as well. Chances of them catching a single man ain't as likely as several tens of men."

With that, he walked toward the ship's storage.

Back in Nassau, Veno sat before a large screen positioned someplace in his factory. Corona's voice reached out to him.

"Veno-sama, I must bring to your attention another round of bad news. Around the same time Hades was hijacked, several tons worth of explosives were stolen from the bunker."

Veins bulged out from Veno's forehead. His hand curled around the handle of his metal chair, reshaping it under the might of his grip.

Beneath Cursed Tides
Deep within the Royal Palace, at the end of seemingly endless hallways and corridors sits the bedroom of the soon-to-be empress of Elbaf. Standing guard outside the of the room is none other than the mighty Wotan, Balor, one of the fiercest generals in the Elbaf army, whose savagery has been compared to the Giants of lore. On this day however his orders were much more simple, he was to ensure that Alessandra nor her seamstress would be disturbed whilst they put the finishing touches on her wedding dress, as presentation was of the utmost importance on this date given that there were to be several dozen high ranking officials of the world government, as well as highly influential pirates in attendance, thus Balor was under orders to turn away all visitors until the time was right.

The interior of the room was massive even by a giants standards, the ceiling was high enough that Frederick himself could jump without fear of putting his head through of room. A conversation between lady Alessandra and her seamstress had been ongoing for some time now as the discussed the wedding and her future. “I grow tired of waiting for this wedding, I’m ready for the proceedings to begin now.” Alessandra spoke in a calm voice, a voice that many had speculated could sooth even the mightiest of giants, before continuing “I do hope the guest’s have safe travels, the jagged rocks hidden by the ocean can make docking a ship rather troublesome.” As the woman continued to seemingly think out loud, she watched her seamstress put the finishing touches on her dress.

“Finished at last.” The seamstress took a moment to admire her work, which was easily the best work of the world renowned seamstress. The dress itself was white, almost too white as if it was colored with the purest snow the dress was long enough that it would drag on the floor behind her elegance when she walked aisle at her wedding. It was strapless meaning that it would hang off her shoulders fitting her form perfect.

“Wow, your highness if this dress where to be sold on the market it’s price would surely be enough to purchase several merfol-” The seamstress immediately stopped in her tracks, how could she so foolish? It was by know no secret that the soon-to-be queen was a former slave of the giants. Realizing her mistook the girl immediately bowed before Alessandra. “I’m so sorry your majesty please forgive me!”

The mere mention of slavery had caused Alessandra’s blood to internally boil, however on the outside she appeared as calm and tranquil as ever. Her vision had long since been cast into the darkness, but her exceptional prowess in the art of Haki had allowed her to witness the girls aura kneel before her. “Stand up, please. It is my wedding day after all there is no need to grovel before me. It will be time to introduce ourselves soon the guest’s should be arriving shortly and i would like to introduce myself.” With that Alessandra had taken the dress to a private area of her room and begun to put it on.

Outside the room, a man had approached Balor informing him that the guests had arrived and that the brides presence would be needed. Thanking the man for notifying him, Balor brought his massive fist to the door giving it two knock before allowing his thunderous voice to boom “It’s time!” Before her began making his way towards the grand staircase that lead towards the ball room, where all the guests would likely be located.

Upon hearing Balor’s signal Alessandra emerged from her dressing room wearing her dress. It had been a perfect fit, hugging every curve, hanging off her shoulders perfectly. She exited the room as the dress dragged behind her sliding across the floor in a show of elegance as she approached the stairway. As she arrived at the stairway she used her Kenbunshoku to analyzing the room full of guests allowing her to “see” them as she made her way down the staircase.

“Thank you all for coming”

Having been among the guest waiting patiently for the future queen to emerge, Legs clapped alongside the other royals. Even now, however, she found that even on Elbaf, she stood out. To the humans that were in attendance, she was enormous, and to the giants she was tiny. Regardless, the fact that she was twenty feet tall did not escape her even as her surroundings dwarfed her. Though, such attention worked to her benefit as her face became quickly recognized in the room as the Empress of the New World, and the queen of Wano. Everyone complimented her elegant dress, her reign over her many empires; they sucked up, perhaps from a fear of her might, or out of desire to taste even a fragment of her power. She definitely ensured to take down ways to communicate with those that approached her. Any ally was one she could benefit from. Though, all paled in comparison to the Elbafian King, holder of the mightiest army in the world. That army was the reason legs personally showed up after receiving an invitation.

Thus,the instance Alessandra stepped onto the floor, legs dropped every conversation and approached the maiden to be wed. She, having remembered her manners from her affairs with the Daimyo of her youth, bowed gratuitously. "You look beautiful," Legs genuinely complimented, "I wish to personally congratulate you."

the sheer number of guests caused Alessandra to stop for a moment as she sought to view each individual aura with her Haki, ensuring that she would be able to "see" them, as well as gain a brief insight towards the goals for being here. Some she could tell were here to genuinely congratulate the newly weds, whilst others sought to gain from this, either politically or personally.

One Aura stood out to the girl amongst the rest, it was different, as it was on a different level than the average guests. It was this aura that she made her way towards as it could only belong to the Black Widow that she had personally invited to this glorious occasion. Hearing her compliments brought a genuine smile to Alessandra's face, before she returned the sentiment. "Thank you, Lady Legs, I presume? Thank you so much for arriving on such short notice."

"Oh, please child," Legs nonchlantly huffed, "you provided me plenty of time." Legs glanced backwards nodding to a group of samurai that awaited her command. Almost immediately they walked up, bringing gifts by the dozen. "I even had enough time to have my men prepare gifts, gathered from the farthest corners of the world." Legs had spared no expense for such an occasion, yet such an expense, for a yonko, was hardly an expense at all. In fact, the items Legs presented had been acquired for a fraction of their worth. "Please, accept the gifts, Princess Alessandra."

"You are far too kind" As Alessandra spoke, a guard of her own had arrived to take the gifts, that gaurd was none other than the Wotan Balor, Elbaf's fiercest general he then took the gifts to a side room and set the amongst the mountain of other wedding gifts the two had received, before he made his way back to the two.

"Legs may we speak somewhere, more private?" Alessandra's tone was still as polite and genuine as it was before, however this question was more a demand as the young woman began to weave her way through the guests as she spoke leading the Yonko to a empty room that would be sufficient for the upcoming conversation. "Balor, assure that we remain uninterrupted would you?" After hearing her orders, Balor then stood guard outside the room as the leaders spoke inside.

"Whats the issue?" Legs inquired, her tone indicating a rather unnoticeable amount of anticipation, as if she expected a private encounter to occur between them. She firmly believed that if one seeks peace, and happiness, they do not invite a yonko to their wedding.

--- With the sun creeping overhead, Hades pulled into the coast. Passing along ships that were sailed by the giants themselves, it was even larger than they by comparison. With a nervous expression held over his visage, Captain Kettle marched onto the deck of the ship so as to reveal his identity to the guards along Elbaf's main gate. Feeling as though all the eyes in the world were falling upon him, Kettle swallowed hard, looking up at the enormous beings that stood before him as if they were whole scrapers.

"What sort of business does a pirate have in this country?" A voice gleamed from behind closed doors. Even the giants were left puzzled and in a state of confusion. Where was this voice coming from?

What could have only been an ant to the giants leapt down from the large barricades that existed on either side of the gate, a single entity that even now bore the attire of an active Marine Officer. Approaching the ship steadily, the hands of Rear Admiral Dario instinctively fell unto his sheathed sword.

"Hoy..." Kettle mumbled under his breath at the sight of the Marine. He truly didn't expect to see them so soon, especially not after he had become so accustomed to life on Nassau.

"Don't make me repeat myself, pirate. What business do you have with the country of giants?"

"Dario-san, Dario-san!" another voice beamed, this time one that was loud and proud and sound enough for everyone to immediately acknowledge, "did ya not hear what Terell-kun said? We aren't to stop pirates from entering!" With his hands gripping the top of the barricaded wall --implying that he had likely climbed it to peer over at the other side-- was Kaldor, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

Dario turned at the mention of his voice. With a hard look toward his superior, he pushed his glasses up the stem of his nose with his hand and tucked them into his white coat. It took every ounce of him to resist the temptation of cutting down the pirate that stood before him. Nevertheless, he stepped down, permitting the pirate access into the nation. Walking through the doorway, his spirit in shambles, he offered no apology. "At the very least, Vice Admiral Kaldor, see that you thoroughly inspect that man's ship. Though it may escape the thought of a giant such as yourself, that ship isn't exactly ordinary in terms of size; it's definitely not an everyday sight to see a human sailing on a ship so very large like that one."

Kaldor sighed. "Ya just don't get it, do ya?! Just relax already, Dario-san! I invited all of ya over for a vacation, so take a step back and enjoy yarself already!" Nodding to the guards, Kaldor officially granted Kettle access into Elbaf. "It's all good. These are Terell-kun's orders."

Walking aimlessly and without direction through the enormous alleyways of Elbaf with his hands in his pockets, Kettle turned and checked around to ensure that the coast was clear before extending the palm of his left hand out in front of him. Gravity was once again meshed with, and, in a matter of seconds, the whole group of pirates and vigilantes that had left with him from Nassau popped out from within the storage capacities of his blackhole.

"Oll-right," Kettle barked, "we've made it unto Elbaf as planned! Now what we've to do is-"

"Deliver the crates of rum." A familiar female voice that the group had not heard in a number of days made its sudden return. Leaping down from a building into the alley, Ashley confronted the group. "So I see you all made it here in one piece. Very good!"

"We did? Wow i don't remember a single thing after we've been stuck by kettles power." Catrina said with her hand on her head trying to think back to after she was sucked in by his Blackhole

"Ha i'm honestly surprised that bastard freed us at all" Jones inquired. "Are you sure your not forgetting anyone?" He called to Kettle with a judgementle tone, thinking he couldn't be trusted.

"Enough Jones, save your rampaging for later. This place is crawling with Marines." Cazzar called out sensing the Marines from all around them.

Benjamin turned and looked back at the ship. "So, if we have a ship that big, why did ya hafta stick us in that black dimension again?"

"Heeeeh, quite an useful ability you got indeed! It felt as if no time had passed inside your...hand" Yan smiles, cleaning his clothes a bit as he looks towards Barney's hand. He was filled with amusement and interest.

Captain Kettle smiled a rotten smile, his decaying teeth on full display. His eyes running down the length of Ashley's frame, it took him a moment to understand that others had made mention of his powers. "Of course Oi released ye," he spat, "none of ye are worth any good on the slave market! Oi'd have no use keepin' ye in me hands, truth be told! Bahahahaha!"

He looked down at Indra who had been released along with the others. "Same goes for ye, kiddo. Consider yerself lucky."

Turning to face Benjamin, Kettle jammed his finger into the nostril of his rather long nose. "Ask Miss Ash-lee," he stated in regards to the man's question.

Ashley smiled. "It was a safety protocol, Tabart. We didn't know for certain whether or not our group would have even been allowed access into Elbaf; most certainly we didn't dream of being able to enter without so much as an inspection. But just in case, we needed to be prepared."

She looked at Kettle and smiled. "In the event that they did inspect our ship, finding pirates so notorious as yourselves would have been all too suspicious. Not to mention along with all the Nerb Rum that we had planned to smuggle into the country...

"Lucky for us, it seems as though we won't have to worry too much about the Navy's involvement with our operations this time around. Even so, it's best we keep a low profile during our various negotiations." Ashley looked back toward Kettle. "Speaking of, Captain Kettle, do you mind releasing a few crates from your storage? We'll cover more ground if we split up into smaller groups. There's a number of places these crates need to be delivered too."

Kettle only offered another cheeky smile. "Nay Miss Ash-lee, before that Oi needa know somethin'. If ye don't mind me askin', just why in the hell did ye dip out on us all those nights ago without informin' us prior, and more importantly, how in the hell did ye manage to get inside of this country all safe and sound?"

Feeling the eyes of the pirates fall suspiciously in her direction, Ashley offered another one of her charming smiles. "There were some preparations I had to take care of in order to make sure that you all arrived here without any danger. Do you think it was a coincidence that no other ship crossed your path on your whole way here? Of course not; that was my doing."

Kettle rose a brow. "And how exactly did ye manage that all on yer own, eh?"

"That's a secret." Ashley smiled, again. "I am more qualified than you give me credit for, Captain Kettle."

A long silence ensued. Kettle sighed, releasing a few crates from his Black Hole. Ashley began to direct the others. "Splendid! Starting now, we'll all go our separate ways. You are all to leave here with individual crates, along with the addresses of where each of them need to be delivered to. Exactly two days from now, we will all meet back right here at this very same time in order to distribute our profits accordingly.

Remember, under no circumstances are any of you to open so much as a single one of these bottles; even a single screw up will amount in a massive loss of fortune. For that I sincerely ask that you cast away your pride and simply consider others before yourself. We're a team, so don't forget that."

Ashley gave each of them a hard look, her lips weaving into her usual smile thereafter. "And please, do your best to stay clear of any trouble while you're at it, hm?"

Having been freed from Kettles palm, Indra took a moment to take in his surroundings, observing the massive architecture of Elbaf. Suddenly Indra, having assumed that Veno was not aware of the theft, or if he were, he certainly had not consented to the Hades ship being used for without he himself captaining it.

Indra then dipped away from the group as they went their separate ways, ducking around a corner before removing a den den mushi. He then dialed the number of The Public Enemy, awaiting as it wrong. "Yes, Captain Veno. It appears that we're in Elbaf, given the massive size of the architecture. It would also appear that the ship that brought us was none other than Hades, Sir."

Fear No Evil
Once in times long past, Ravinger had been a young boy; one whose only wish in life was to marry the man of his dreams, master the fundamentals of science and lead a wonderful childhood free of tragedy or pain. But none of these things would be his truth, ever since the day he ate the curious Devil Fruit his life had been changed forever, he'd accidentally killed his own parent, alienated the village he'd grown up in and become as much a tool as a man. If someone had given Ravinger a choice, perhaps he might've stopped his impulsive younger self from taking that first step down an unknown and lonely path. Yet from those moments of tragedy had been born a sense of discipline and will in the young boy, one which would see him master his Logia in ways which most others would scarcely think possible. He hadn't willingly chosen power, but all the same it was his to carry with responsibility and purpose.

At present, the man stood on a balcony overlooking the vast realm of Elbaf; one whose magnificence mirrored its inhabitants. He really hoped that the King of Giants made the right decision, he'd hate to have to go through with the Fleet Admiral's commands, orders that he would usually ignore - but in these trying times he'd have no alternative. As a precaution, Fuyuki had conjured four vessels of his Devil Fruit's immeasurable power, each of them were a replica of his own abilities, snowmen - and givne their malleable nature he'd had them assume the forms of four splendidly white pigeons. With a gesture he sent them out into Elbaf, their bodies not melting even in the heat of the summer sun. With their nondescript and eerily lifelike appearance, these would be highly unlikely to draw notice from the populace.

Just as he'd done so, he could feel a presence familiar approaching in the corridor outside his chambers.

And that familiar presence belonged to none other than Rear Admiral Dario who was evidently short of breath as he appeared through the doorway. Positioning himself upon a single knee, he pushed up his glasses and immediately began to convey his findings to his superior. "T-Terell-sama," he stated at first nervously, sweat visible on the side of his face. For whatever reason, the man was trembling; perhaps it was out of the fear that any failure at all may have invoked the Admiral's wrath.

Truth be told, Dario wasn't quite sure what to expect at this point, seeing as though what had transpired the night before was something of a "planned failure". Even so, there was a sour taste in his mouth and he simply didn't know where to begin.

Taking in a deep breath, he recalled his countless years worth of service under the reigns of the Navy in order to calm himself. "Terell-sama," he started again, "it would seem there was a breach in the security parameters responsible for overlooking the safekeeping of Excalibur late last night. Kaldor-sama has informed me that an alarm sounded off and that he arrived upon the scene to a broken door; however yet, no apparent attempt at stealing Excalibur was made, seeing as though the sword is still in place and very much intact. Almost as if nothing had happened at all."

He dared to look up at the Admiral through the space between his forehead and glasses. "Which is what is most concerning to me, Terell-sama. Why might someone exert themselves enough to break through the impeccable security forces of this great castle yet leave with absolutely nothing?" Dario's thoughts wandered to the pirate he had confronted the day before along Ebalf's main gate. Might this have been his doing in any way?

"My first thought is that this is predictable show of strength, the would be thief has made it clear that he, or she for that matter possesses the means to break into the vault. For some, a locked door guarding a great artifact is a challenge to be overcome, I would think it unlikely that someone might steal Excalibur however, at least not without the assistance of unusual Devil Fruit powers."

Yet the thought of someone stealing the artifact made Ravinger uneasy all the same, it was a highly unlikely scenario however. For the blade was absolutely humongous, far too large for most to even lift, much less wield. However he wanted to ensure that this prized artifact of giants remained safe, because with all these lowlives about, it would only be a matter of time before someone found the prospect tempting.

"Well, at any rate, this calls for preemptive measures. I will pay the vault a visit, to increase security during the ceremony." While saying this, he was already on his way; moving down the corridors like a breath of icy wind, materializing shortly afterwards in the vaults where Excalibur was. He took a moment to admire the weapon, before he breathed into the palm of his hand before emptying its contents like a small flurry of snowflakes that danced into the room.

It had been such a tiny gesture, but its effects were extraordinary, for not even halfway into the room, the lone snowflakes expanded into a furious blizzard that covered the entire room; obscuring Excalibur from view in a white whirlwind of great proportions, everything, from the floor, the celing and all the way to the entrance of the vault was within reach of the blizzard. Empowered to an obscene extent by Fuyuki's Devil Fruit, the sheer cold it radiated was unbeliable, to the extent that the room inside was drained of all color and appeared almost in a monochrome fashion; as though the very colors themselves turned to snow. Not only did it promise a quick and brutal death to whomever foolishly dared to brave the blizzard in search of the treasure within, it also drastically reduced visibility and therefore made it difficult for various Devil Fruit users to work around it.

Ravinger doubted it was a perfect defense, but it was an effective one all the same; and one which at least would work to deter any attempts at stealing the King's property until the monarch himself came to attempt to pull it up from the stone, at which point Ravinger would dispel the blizzard safely.

Standing in place of the broken doorway, Dario readjusted his glasses, pushing them up the brim of his nose. A faint smirk played upon his lips as he seemingly admired the vicious beauty of the Admiral's prowess; yet what projected itself as a reflection within the pane of his spectacles was not the white of snow, but rather the twinkle of the cross shaped pendant he now bore around his neck.

Leave it to an Admiral to make for such steady precautions.

Rum Deal
Life was full throttle late night within a tavern located at the heart of Elbaf. With the Royal Wedding to be held in a number of days, countless pirates had already made their way into the country. Reaping for all sorts of benefits, the vast majority of them were now spending their days in bars or brothels, ticking away at the time until they at last received the opportunity they were all waiting so desperately for.

Seated among pirates was a familiar mook, his jolly red beard scuffled with meat and liquor. Sitting as he were at the front counter with a plate stacked with whole cows upon it, he picked them up and tossed them into his mouth as if they were chips. "Bahahahaha! Fill me up again, ya mug! My cousin's gettin' married for cryin' out loud! I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon!"

He held out his ridiculously large tankard to the barkeep and tossed another grilled cow into his mouth, munching on it effortlessly. Pirates of all shapes and sizes lingered about, many watching in fear, yet doing their very best to maintain low profiles and ultimately mind their own businesses. A Vice Admiral on vacation such as Kaldor was like a stray dog: you couldn't entirely trust him not to bite.

Giggles sounded off in the near vicinity, followed by the swinging of doors leading up to the tavern's restroom. Emerging from within were none other than Ashley and Tabart, the each of them looking the part of deranged lunatics, for their attire was entirely distraught. Ashley herself had to readjust her clothing upon her entry onto the scene, so as to ensure that none of her more personal areas were exposed to the public.

Running a hand through her luscious blonde hair, she looked back upon Tabart and smiled. "Far from the best I've ever had," she joked, "but it was good enough to get the job done, I suppose." She brushed locks of her hair that were hanging over her shoulders down her backside, and readjusted her necklace so that its cross-shaped pendant was hidden away between her cleavage. "I need to get going now. See that you get around to delivering that to the clerk."

Her curvaceous hips swaying from side to side, Ashley walked on out of the tavern to a siren of whistles by the pirates.

Tabart exhaled deeply as she left. "I'm so parched," he complained. He glanced over at the bar, mainly because some giant was making an unnecessary amount of noise. He shook his head in annoyance. "This is why light weights shouldn't drink." Regardless, Tabart approached the bar area, not for a drink himself, but rather for information. The bartender addressed him.

"I have something small for you to if that's what you're gonna ask, lil man," The bartender joked, alluding the rather obvious height disparity between not only him and Tabart, but other various occupants in the room. This was Elbaf afterall.

"Haha, good one. Good one! That joke was rather complicated for a man of your race, so I was genuinely impressed. Bravo to you," he sarcastically started. Yet, the room fell silent as all the eyes turned onto him.

"So you think you're hot stuff huh!?" The bartender's voice boomed as he stepped towards Tabart.

Tabart leaped backwards defensively. "What?! No, no! I was just-"

"Are you trying to say that all giants are dumb, huh?!"

"What?! It was a joke bruh," Tabart retorted quickly. A sweat rolled down his brow. Other giants stood up in support of the bartender it seemed.

Things were going downhill very quickly.

Then, the bartender broke out in laughter, and then the rest of the giants in the bar followed. Tabart looked onward confused.

"Aha! I had this chump scared shitless, eh!?"

The bartender turned towards Tabart. "Funny joke mate, I presume you're here for the wedding, judging by that all that jewelry you're sporting. I can't touch a noble like yourself, haha!"

Tabart sighed in relief as he faked a chuckle.

"Here, lemme get ya a drink! On me!"

Kaldor was among the giants laughing at Tabart. What a human-bean!

abart climbed up to bar table. "Thanks, but I don't need a drink really. Just some information actually."

The bartender, still chuckling, addressed him, "Yeah sure, what is it?"

"I'm looking for a guy named Jack Stalkman," Tabart inquired.

Yet again, the bar fell quiet as the bartender stared at Tabart dazed.

"Y-You're looking for Jack Stalkman?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Tabart inquired annoyingly. "I really don't have time for jokes this time around."

"Eh?" Kaldor flexed his brow, snapping the bones of the cow in his mouth in a single motion. He looked toward the ant that was Tabart in disbelief. "Did I hear that right? Yar lookin' for Stalkman-sama?"

The once jolly giant hammered his tankard against the counter and his face was overtaken by a grim expression. "And what might ya want from Stalkman-sama, eh? What sort of business do ya have with a guy like that?!"

Tabart looked up at the giant, terrified inwardly, but refusing to let such cowardice surface. "U-Um, well," Tabart started, artificially deepening his voice as a defense mechanism, "I need to deliver an urgent letter to him from a foreign land while I'm here for the um...Wedding! Yes, the wedding."

Kaldor simply stared at the human-bean. He studied him long and hard, trying his very best to determine what in the living hell a guy like him could've had to do with Stalkman-sama. And here he was calling the giants dumb. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"Stalkman-sama is among the greatest warriors our race has ever known," Kaldor began, "so great that even presently, there may be no other giant capable of besting him in direct combat. I myself speak through experience, so I know that as a fact."

The giant's eyes fell upon the small man. "A human-bean like yarself has no merit to meet with a guy like that." He rose his tankard up into the air. "A guy like you couldn't even down this measly cup! Bahahahahaha!"

Though Tabart was not a man of many talents, he was a man who was capable of drinking himself stupid and not dying the next day. However, the last time he did so he find himself face first, ass up, in the ground and then on this island. He still needed to ask that Kettle guy exactly how he wound up here. "So, what you're saying is that if I drink that cup of whateverthehellitis," he feigned, uncertain of the type of alcohol it was, "that you'll tell me where Stalkman-sama is?"

Kaldor flexed his brow once more. "That's not at all what I was saying." He looked between the human and his tankard, which was twice his size. He was fairly convinced that this was an impossible feat for a human like him to accomplish. "But sure. Prove yar worth to me by drinking this all the way to the bottom; show me how much of a giant ya got in ya! And then if yar able to do that... then maybe, just maybe I'll have it in me to tell you what you want to know about Stalkman-sama."

Tabart smirked as he clapped his hands together excitedly. "Alright then! This will be nothing." Tabart leaped from his feet onto the tankard, scaling it with his hands and then plumping his entire body into the substance. Although he told the giant he was going to drink it all, he lied. Tabart would've died drinking a fraction of his tankard, but, he was banging on the stupidity of Giants, or the stupidity that he perceived them to have.

He slugged through the alcohol, holding his breath and squinting his eyes as the alcohol pushed against his eyelids until he reached the bottom. There, he pulled a small seed from his pocket, and placed it on the bottom of the the tankard. "Mmmosa Mmmooosa," he mumbled inaudibly as he clapped his hands together. With it, the seed sprouted along the surface of the bottom, turning into a moss that simply absorbed the alcohol into its contents. As the rum approached the bottom, Tabart, desperate for air, began decelerating the growth of the plant to reduce any evidence of it being there, turning the moss back into a seed, just as his devil fruit allowed. In the end, not a single shred of alcohol remained, and the seed was back in his pocket, hidden from the Giant's view.

"Mind," he coughed, still in dire need for oxygen. "Giving me a hand out of here?!"

Peeking into the tankard with widened eyes, Kaldor dug his fingers inside and picked Tabart out and held him in the air. "What in tarnation!?" He held up the cup with his other hand and flipped it over, as if to spill its contents to the floor. But nothing came down, not even a single drop.

"Not even a giant could have scoffed it down that fast! Apologies little one, you truly are somethin'!" Kaldor lowered Tabart down onto the counter and leaned forward in his own seat. "Alrighty then, a deal is a deal. What would ya like to know about Stalkman-sama?"

Yanbaal quickly fixed his boots, having been walking around for nearly an hour he estimate "Tch, this must be the center of the country..." He looked around, seeing the many giants walking by "Elbaf is certainly interesting..." Yan grabs the handle of a door, which stood adjacent to a gigantic door, and opened it, entering inside.

Once inside what everyone deemed as a tavern, Yan looked around for anything interesting, only hearing people's screams and discussions "Despite being interesting, it's so big I don't even know where to begin searching, tch!" He mentally struggles, glad that on the minutes he's been there, no pirate paid mind to him.