Battle for Cecille

A Town Ablaze
"Please, I beg you, without this we can't feed our children!" A woman begged a burly pirate as he ransacked her house for objects of worth, putting all of it in a bag as he hauled it off to the town square, where a large heap was growing steadly with stolen valuables and supplies. It had been a pretty before the Ghost Pirates decided to pillage it for all it was worth, whatever defenses the city may have had had been killed as the pirates emerged and the city flooded with dangerous gases. Now, Marines and militia lied lifeless all around the town, quivering and begging for a clean death.

In the middle of this chaos stood the Captain himself, Tom Glynn. Dressed in exquisite finery and standing slight in stature alongside his more burly henchmen he seemed like an innocent passerby were it not for how he commanded the other pirates to ransack the city further. Children cried out in fear as their parents desperately attempted to plead with the pirates, but anyone who'd rebel were swiftly put down.

"Ah, the island of Cecille, I've got to say its a sight to behold. Never before have I come across a people this generous.. imagine that, offering us all of these goods."

As if he'd taught a group of parrots, all of his burly henchmen began to laugh as if on cue. Words of praise arose all around him, flattering his looks, his sense of humor and many other features of his. Most of it was disgenuine, words spoken out of fear of what he could do if they dissapointed him, but he accepted it all in stride nevertheless.

Tom Glynn snapped his fingers and his current first mate, Long-Knife came up to him, a peculiar man who'd eaten the Dagger-Dagger Fruit, and become a daggerman. It was nothing like his own Logia-type, but it made him a man worthy to keep around nonetheless. "Long-Knife get the crew to bring this cargo onto our ship, we'll sail soon enough."

As his crew began to unload the cargo of stolen goods onto his ships, the Captain of the Ghost Pirates turned towards the terrified villagers. "Now then, I trust that you'll uphold your bargain and not cause trouble for us, yes? Otherwise.." Glynn raised his hand out towards the Town Hall in the distance, before he unleashed the power of his as concentrated blast of blue-green flames that streaked through the air at great speed and caused the entire structure to go up in ravenous blue-green flames of immense intensity.

Shortly afterwards, screams of agony resounded in the village as people clutched their faces, arms or other limbs. By mixing strong pyrophoric gases with that of concentrated oxygen, Tom Glynn had mastered the ability to create and discharge blasts of oxidized flame; whose overwhelming intensity was such that they could inflict severe burns simply by general proximity. As if to emphasize this a large section of the area surrounding the Town Hall burst into flame.

This display of power unnerved even his own henchmen, he could tell, and he loved that feeling. With the first part of the cargo now securely placed on his ship, he turned around to leave the burning village behind him.