A Black Autumn

Bustling towns seemed to become a norm for the traveling swordsman. But while he despised compacted areas filled with noisy townsmen, he actually enjoyed the sunny lively atmosphere found only on islands in the Sabaody Archipelago. Salazar even experienced a little jealousy when he crossed lovely families who enjoyed the town's togetherness.

"Sorry!" A little girl yelled, bumping into his leg and spilling her drink over his pants in the progress. She almost cried when Salazar reached into his pocket. However, her saddened face was overwhelmed with a joyous smile - for Salazar pulled out a small amount of Beli.

"Here you are, Darling." Salazar smiled. He continued walking, leaving the girl's family in awe at his kindness. Why was a member of the Ouka Shichibukai, the youngest member at that, spending his day among such graceful tranquility? His white cloak blew in the gentle breeze, pushing back his head and vanishing the ominous shadow which engulfed his face. His ebony skin shined in the sunlight, calling the attention of passerby. Whispers erupted. Gossip traversed seasoned sailers who recognized his unique black bellied snake tattoo.

"Salazar."

He heard his name spat with venom, mystery and admiration. While he could barely decipher their mumbles, he managed to make out faint questions regarding his presence and even a few panicky citizens. "Geez," Salazar sighed, scratching his undercut hair and rummaging his colorful Mohawk. "Can't a man restock without a fuss."