Gold Fist and The Artist

"Heave......Ho!!!! One more time everyone. Heave.....Ho!!!!" "Hold it!!! Hold it!!!! Move it to the left a bit. Now down. Slowly now. There ya go." A resounding thud could be heard as an object wrapped in a large sheet was placed on the deck of a abnormally large ship. The object was the size of an average ship in itself. The manpower of more than 200 men was required to place this object on the Marine ship. Facing towards the large object was the man who ordered this large object to be hauled onto his ship; something like this however was nothing surprising. This was the same man that once fired a cannonball and grabbed onto it hitching a ride. His maroon coat with golden streamers and the golden inscription of "Justice" on his back of his coat was recognizable to anyone as one of the Three Admirals of the Navy; Warren D. Ralph.

With a large smile on his face that gleamed towards the object a stream of drool inched down the side of his mouth at the knowledge of what it was. Curious, a member of his crew walked up to Ralph and asked, "Sir. If you don't mind me asking what is this thing?" "That there is an entire that was cooked and then frozen. Seasoned with some of the finest ingredients this world has to offer." Another stream of drool inched down the other side of Ralph's mouth as he started gravitating towards the meat. "Well sir. Why are we transporting it and not eating it. If it was for you then it's pretty obvious that we all would have eaten it. So who is it for?" "The Big Friendly Giant uhhh. I forgot his name but that's what he's known as. He's a newly promoted Vice Admiral to the Navy and I've never met him so I'd like to meet him and this is my greeting present." "Sir, what if he doesn't like this "present" of yours?" Ralph's smiled was erased by his subordinates comment. "What kind of shit.....What giant doesn't eat sea kings!!!! I'll demote him if he doesn't. Or I'll just eat the damn thing myself. Anyway MEN!!!! LETS GO!!!"