The Trojan War

Scouting Legion
The moment that Tabart had met the other Shichibukai, he truly understood that they were among the weirdest pirates in the seas. Though, when he really thought about it, he wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting. Since he had entered the New World, the seas were plagued with the powerful and the eccentric.

Kettle was a notorious slaver who had managed to make a fortune by trading humans across the seas; a real piece of shit. Yet, when trapped in a submarine, he was reduced to nothing but a coward incapable of doing much, and then when his life was being directly threatened by Bathory McGhinnis (another weirdo that Tabart preferred not to talk about), he sat by and almost let it happen.

Then, he met Draco D. Damon and Fukuoka Soren. Damon was apparently some monster with horns who yelled a lot, and Soren liked to try on make up. Apu was mostly normal except for the fact that he frequently screamed at night about shit no one knew about. Some bitch named Kresha or something? Tabart never knew what he was talking about, but he could only guess that Kresha was the reason Apu smoked all the weed that he did.

However, none of them even compared to the Shichibukai. Though, among them, there was one person in a league of their own. Someone whose might was so recognized by the World, that Tabart had to ask for her assistance on this mission. Yet, that was because no one else would have said yes faster than she did. Lancaster Hecate, captain of the Marching Pirate, and the woman charged with preventing the next Yonko crew from rising to power. She was the woman who single-handedly destroyed the Notch Pirates.

Still, Tabart wished that he had asked anyone else. Although he thought that Mort was bad, Hecate was somehow worse. Despite being a war goddess, a seasoned veteran of combat and a natural-born killer, she was somehow exceptionally immature. In fact, if Tabart wagered, his infant son had more maturity than this woman.