A Cobra's Prey

The Hunt
The winds blew sporadically against the sails of the large ship. The ship powered through, using the oarsmen's strength to continue its path. The ship was heading towards All-Shot Island, a rather common vacation destination. It was best known for producing excellent marksmen, but that wasn't why the ship was going there.

When the ship docked, a man stepped off the ship and onto the harbour, taking a deep breath in. The powerful scent of tropical fruits filled his nose. "Commodore Markus!" a marine officer called out, running up towards him. "It's a great pleasure to have you here!" they exclaimed. Markus smiled heartily. "It's a great pleasure to be here!" he announced. "Now tell me about who I'm dealing with."

"A rouge, sir." the officer responded. "A pirate who made his way to the Grand Line and now to the New World all on his own! And we have word that he's somewhere on the island." the officer finished, handing the wanted poster over to Markus.

"125,000,000 for his capture, eh?" the Commodore noticed, placing the poster into his jackets inner pocket. He turned towards the officer. "Send some patrols across the city. Call it a hunch, but I assume he'll cause trouble. And when he does, I'll make my way over." Markus ordered, walking into the city. "Let's find this...Killer Jones."