The Devil and the Skeleton

St. Poplar was the next stop for the Chateau Pirates. They needed a popular town for a couple days of hiding out. Especially after the chaos and confusion which occurred at Banaro Island. To think that his own little battle against that brat would be spoken about in the same breath of the famous battle between Flame Fist Ace and the evil Pirate Emperor Blackbeard. And worst, imagine the horror of the citizens of the famous island suffering the same destruction as their predecessors! Chateau felt immensely guilty for the collateral that his little scuffle caused. But that squirt daring to step against him couldn't go unpunished. As a member of the Super Rookies, Chateau had a reputation to keep.

They'll be alright. Chateau told himself as he thought about the citizens of Banaro. He turned his attention to the approaching island. His low eyes scanning for any particular ships already docked. Meeting other Super Rookies often met chaos would ensue. And Chateau didn't want to bring anymore attention to his crew who worked diligently at their own task upon the ship.

"We'll use St. Poplar to restock our supplies. Hopefully there won't be any Marine stragglers hanging about." Chateau spoke aloud. These past few months had been hectic. From nearly being captured by other pirates to constant wars against marines...It felt like this world called Paradise was actually hell. And to think that this was the lighter of the two halves of the Grand Line.

But Chateau felt himself getting stronger. He'd gained further control over his transformations and even expanded his power throughout continuous battle. Even his human form withstood more damage and dealt out some serious pain. The Gentleman was becoming quite the seafaring warrior. If only he could see the growth.

That's right...Chateau hadn't thought of him as much lately. With his new crew and these chaotic adventures, the ebony captain found himself living his own life. Acquiring his own dream. He couldn't lie...Seeing such a high bounty under his picture ignited something within his stomach. Chateau wanted to keep growing. Maybe...this was the life that he wanted Chateau to live. A life that Chateau chose himself.

Regardless, the captain stood at the end of the ship. He needed some time to take some stuff off of his mind. The others can take care of the ship. And so, as the ship approached St. Poplar, Chateau bent down and leapt off of the Antoinette. He flew through the air before landing on the island. A graceful maneuver for one dressed as finely as he. Chateau looked back to the approaching ship before walking deeper into the town.