Outrunning Karma

All Aboard
With Sails in full swing and the water crashing into the starboard with each coming wave as a storm were brewing around the ship, it was by no means out of the ordinary when travelling along these seas. Almost any vessel would find difficulty manoeuvring while traversing it, yet this was a Marine Battleship and it stood steadfast while continuing its route towards the Calm Belt. Its purpose was clear as day when taking away the sound of the impending weather, orders and footsteps caused by the marines walking atop its surface- beneath it all there was only the rattling of chains and shouts of anger as this convoy was heading for Impel Down with a fresh supply of inmates.

Among its many convicts was Fairbanks Flynn, who had until recently just been another nameless pirate runt who'd been sitting prisoned in a Marine Base. But with the mistake of having given him ordinary chains, the man had managed to break out and caused havoc in the base using his Devil Fruit before trying to steal a ship and make an escape. et evidently, he didn't get very far as he now sat here, confined with seastone. His ordinary clothing had been replaced with that of the usual garments given to those in his position, a long-sleeved shirt and pants, clad in striped black and white. Sitting on a bench by himself, surrounded by cells with other devil fruit users.

"Tell me... Are we there yet? I really can't wait to get out of here." Unlike the others, he was shouting in rage or begging to be released. No, even with his head tilted back up against the wall, this one was almost always seen grinning. "No, better yet! What did the others think of the fireworks back at the base!? No one tells me anything down here." A snickering followed as he straightened his posture, the gaze now locked on the woman passing by his cell.