Musical Surgeon

Marine Observation
The blue sea had been shrouded by the midnight sky. In this specific location, a lone vessel bearing the insignia of the Marines sailed across the tamed waves. It was around 11:00 PM, a time way past what most considered "lights out" for their children. Yet, for some reason it was the perfect time for this ship to complete its travels.

A big, strong, topless Marine stood at the fron of the vessel. In his hand was a Den Den Mushi, it'd seemed he had been right in the middle of a conversation. His short messy brown hair flew in the mild winds, while his golden eyes illuminated the dark area in front of him. He pulled his arm up and spoke clearly into the Den Den Mushi, his face lacking expression.

"I'll be docking at the Wavecro soon. Once docked, I'll begin investigations as soon as possible." Hanging up the Den Den Mushi, the man turned to face a platoon of naval soldiers. The man was none other than, Ferrothorn Zayden, former guard of.

It had been the first time in two years since Zayden left the prison and even since he station himself there, it he'd only heard bad news. The breaking point was learning about his little brother, Braxton's, betrayal against the World Government. He couldn't sit idle any longer, if there was anyone in their family that would kill Braxton without hesitation, it was this man here.

"Harlee," he called out, his voice deep like a thumping heartbeat. "We'll be docking soon, get ready." His seven foot figure, towered over the railing of the boat.