Major in Science

Minor in Trespassing
A one Mathison Fischer, Shichifukujin of the Black Widow Pirates, rarely found occasions to leave. In fact, we was all but forbidden to leave. Something about him being integral to the structure of the crew and needing to be kept safe or what have you. He didn't really need to leave either. Everything he needed to do his work was brought to him, all he needed to do was put in an order and he would get it as soon as possible. And that was pretty quick, given he was the head of research and development for an entire empire.

But this? This he needed to get out and see in person. With the underworld connections possessed by both himself and Legs, he had caught wind of a not-so-secret laboratory that once belonged to the legendary Vegapunk himself. The shipwright once idolized the man, so it was only natural for him to want and go to take a look-see. Leaving the country was easy enough, really all he needed to do was flash his title and lower ranked grunts were falling at his feet, then he was off to the far away island of Wilmslow.

Long distance travel across the treacherous seas would be trouble for the average person, but Fischer wasn't average. He was. His body no longer required sleep or sustenance in the form of food. He ran on solar or lunar energy most of the time, and charged via electricity when he is cooped up in dark places for too long. The travel itself was a breeze as well, thanks to his flight-capable sky board.

He arrived at the island in Paradise, after riding among the clouds, after a handful of hours. He made sure to drop to sea level when he was a way's out so that any inhabitants wouldn't just see him drop from the sky. He also took the time to scan the island through his Haki, getting all the information to be had on weather patterns, log pose calibration time and other such things in a matter of moments. The lab was located near the exact center of the island, though the only apparent path to it lay hidden within a small little town by the shore.

He road his board from the sea onto the shore and into the island without a care, idly looking at the buildings surrounding him. He ignored the people who where milling about him going about their days. He ignored those who stopped and stared at him, a stranger waltzing into their town, even more. None of them were really important anyway.

Several towns people began whispering as Fischer disappeared into that building. They didn't know what was in there, only one person did. But they knew they weren't supposed to enter, so no one did. Word quickly got to the mayor, a distress signal being sent out through a Den Den Mushi. They had strict instructions to notify the Marines should anyone not of the island attempt to go into the laboratory, and now a force of them were on their way. For better or worse.