Sweet and Bittersweet

Hairy Knuckle Under
Bodyguards lined the streets of Port Sweat, their eyes alert and aware as bosses, pirates, mafioso, and shady Government officials walked the streets. The misty island was a favorite of moderately successful Underworld types, in Neutral Territory, away from the prying eyes of the Marines or the heavy-handed rule of the Yonko. It served as a fine place for those unaffiliated with either to conduct business, if you didn't mind the high 'business tax' that took place. Still, if one was concerned about security, Port Sweat was hard to beat.

As 'The Barbershop of Seville' chugged into the small port, Figaro pulled his Navigators Mask off and tied it to his bag. His broad smile was unwavering as he tied his single-person paddleboat and barbershop ship to the dock and stepped onto the planks, walking a bit unsteadily at the beginning. "Ah, s-seems I've yet to get my land legs backs." He tossed a few berry to the dockmaster. "Please make sure I am fueled up and ready to go at a moment's notice. Thank you my good man." Adjusting his bag, he headed off to the meeting place. He had his eye on a very specific prize at today's auction. A specific devil fruit had been found and the smiling salesman very much desired it.

The auction was located in an underground bunker built into one of the port bars, the 'Hairy Knuckler'. Figaro grinned broadly, hands rubbing together. "Oh what fun, secret meetings in skeezy bars with unknown threats all around. What a wonderful way to spend a day." He whistled happily as he entered, spotting the barkeep. Sitting at the bar, he put his palms on the bartop. "Sir, I'll have a Punchinello the Purple please." The man nodded once before nodding towards the back of the bar. Figaro hopped up and went through the guarded doors.

A long set of stairs led downwards into darkness. As a door opened, a blinding light caught Figaro off guard as the tunnel opened up into a large arena, where the Underworld Auction was going to take place. Grinning from ear to ear, Figaro stepped into the light, nodding to old friends and rivals, shaking hands happily with offered.