Crossing Debts

Mariejois
The holy city was shrouded in fog on this dreary Sunday morning, being not long after daybreak. The various merchants and slaves were out and about, getting ready for their day of serving the lords of the city. This was for them, all of it. But there were still people of importance here besides the Nobles of the World. Marines and other individuals involved in the World Government were abound in the city, each carrying about their own business.

There were even a few pirates running around this holy city up in the clouds, but unlike most they weren't slaves. They were allies of the government known as the Seven Warlords. One of them sat in a fairly large room full of seats for all shapes and sizes surrounding a long table. He was known as Jack, The Black Blade of the Seven Warlords.

Jack sat at the conference table on a comfortable reclining chair, waiting for the others to arrive. He sat there sipping a cup of hot tea, given to him by the various marine servants that were about the headquarters. The Warlords were known to be relatively volatile, so they were treated well whenever they were brought to this city, lest they be willing to cause trouble. They'd be put down for sure, but how much damage would be caused in the mean time.

The Seven Warlords had been called to this place to discuss recent events, as a lot had happened. Everything from the death of one of the Admirals to the incident on the giant's home island of Elbaf. Not all of them would show, but it was still needed to inform them what was going on and what they should look out for. All in all, another day's work.

But for the moment Jack was the only one here, so he waited with his tea. He honestly wondered how many would show up, especially considering they weren't at full strength anyways. But in the mean time, he only requested another thing of tea.