The Weight of Gold

Somewhere in the grandline, the ship Winds of Victory was sailing merrily, untouched by weather other than sunshine thanks to the powers of it's owner, Coin. In a room much too large for it's current occupant, the aforementioned owner was having dinner, at a table made to sit at least 8, but was currently sitting only one. Normally E12 would be standing nearby him, but Coin found it creepy to have that thing watch him eating, and liked to have some time alone with his thoughts once in awhile. He stabbed into his steak with his knife, before gently cutting it into slices. He absentmindedly chewed his food, whilst reading the news.

"Thuh soru soru no mi, Huh? Thuh wuld guvernment sure are taking a big risk, just hunding thut thing to whoever wins the tournument." He spoke aloud with his mouth full before he swallowed. "The whole world has it's eyes on Dressrosa, this is a great opportunity for me to make a profit. People from countries around the world will be sizing each other up." he moved onto the caviar, pushing his half eaten steak to the side, nearly pushing it off the table. "Iu'll have to look muhy best." He swallowed again. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a gold coloured Den Den Mushi. "Could someone send Scheherazade to dining room six? Be quick about it."