Cloud Nine? More Like Cloud Mine!

Chateau stood at the helm of Antoinette. The wooden ship which he was sure that Meredia stole from some poor unsuspecting sailor. It rocked ever so gently in the rarely calm waters of the New World. There, the ebont captain stood dressed in his usual outfit. Black denim pants complimented by a pink dress shirt with a black blazer closed by one button. His dress shirt ubuttoned at the top to reveal his hairless chest.

Despite his serene appearance, they had just survived Steelworks Island with their coffers intact. The Chateau Pirates. A New World Rookie crew making waves upon the second half of the Grand Line. But they were different from traditional crews. Most pirates considered the World Government their sworn enemy. They fought against Marines and promised to enact freedom upon those around them. But the Chateau Pirates operated against the Underworld. The same organizations which many other pirate crews aligned themselves.

Perhaps this stemmed from the fact that most members of his crew were, at one point, innocent. Barring Maredia, each member who bore his flag faced false accusations of the crime which gave them their bounty. They were good people at the wrong place at the wrong time. But it was this reason that Chateau felt as if he needed to be there. To give them a place to belong just as his master done before.

Regardless, the crew needed to restock in order to continue their journey. The Log Pose pointed to a nearby Island which Sinclair's journal named ***. There wasnt much information regarding what weirdness occupied that island. Whether it was overrun with lightning or fiery tornados. Still Chateau believed in both the power of his crew and himself. They would be able to stand against any threatening force.