Eternal Hunt

An island was wreathed in fire as the made their final stand. A had appeared appeared to pronounce his judgement over the reprehensible crew. And he had found them wanting. The island rocked with darkness and light as two titanic figures duked it out over the ruins of a slowly splintering island. But even as the leader of one of the four crews who ruled the new world fought, his organization had already broken. Those survivors ran from the straw hats who had come from nothing to stand on the top of the world. They had run for the ships, at least what few remain.

Most of the ten titanic ships now lay at the bottom of the ocean, sunk by those young pirates, but one currently sailed away from the island and the destruction.

The number two ship of the Blackbeard crew limped off the battlefield, a ragtag group manning the ship as it made their escape.

Poe A. Edgar stood silently as he watched the destruction fade into the distance, his torso heavily bandaged from his bout with the Future King of the Pirates.

"Well... I guess this bird chose the right time to flee the coup." He commented to himself as the crew cut down the ship's Jolly Roger.

He turned around to address the crew, "All right men, We're heading for Kurona. I think we all need some time to recover after that one."

Hunt or Be Hunted
Edgar laid upon a cot overlooking the sandy beaches of the island of Kurona. The clock island was one of his former crews far-flung territories, It was almost the furthest one from the capital island, and as such was probably the safest place to rest and recoup. God knew the crew needed it.

His vantage point overlooked a natural cove on the eastern edge of the island. In the cove pay the newly renamed Raven's claw, the ship that would house the reformed Crow Pirates. With the Yonko either dead or busy with the Pirate King, this was the perfect chance for Edgar to make a name for himself once more. And this was an opportunity that he wasn't going to waste. Once the Raven's claw was repaired, it would bare what he hoped to be the future rulers of the new world abroad. And all it would take was just a little more time.

Edgar raised his glass as the clock struck noon with a number of his men, toasting as he announced...

"To The Future!"