Cifer's Log, July 19th, 809 A.O.S.

7:56 P.M.

My experiments are progressing well.

Projects #1 and #2 are both in excellent condition, despite hatching prematurely. After studying their broken egg shells, I've come to the conclusion that they will be red dragons, instead of green as I had originally hypothesized. I'm not too disappointed. I would have preferred green, as it is my favorite color, but I like red too. And according to Vegapunk's notes, red dragons have a slightly different physiology that makes them easier to care for. Will have to consult notes in order to verify.

Project #3 is beginning to bear fruit, quite literally. The tree is …unique, to put it mildly, but so is every plant in the Lillianeus Family. In fact, it is quite mundane compared to its grotesque cousin, the Lillianeus Carnaflexus.

During an expedition, last month through the southwestern part of Paradise, I discovered the rotting remains of a Lillianeus Carnaflexus on an uninhabited island. I thoroughly autopsied the dead plant, and found the cause of death to be some sort of precise trauma, mostly likely caused by an arrow or bullet. The plant was thoroughly inoperable, but if half the stories regarding the creature are true, I highly doubt reverse engineering it would be a good idea.

But I ramble, and this log is for scientific exploits pertaining to my own island. Returning to the subject at hand, Project #3, the Lillianeus Molliflexus, is producing a strange, orange fruit that is exceptionally sweet. According to the Moreen's Encyclopedia of Paradise Plant Life, the Molliflexus, commonly referred to as the Molly Carnation for short, is a large red tree with bright golden leaves, and it is adorned with the faces of all that have looked upon it. This includes my face and Arpy's. The tree also naturally produces exceptionally bitter fruit, which means that my genetic engineering has been successful.

These are the only major projects that I am currently laboring over. Over time, I may begin work on Project #4, which will be massive in scope compared to what I am doing now. So massive in fact, that it may fill the entire cavern below my facility. I will have to alert Arpy of my hypothesis right away, so that he may continue to best carry out my operations.

9:33 P.M.

A massive storm is rolling in. The thunder alerted me, and I had to lock up the villa above my facility with the help of Arpy. I doubt the storm will cause much damage. Based on its direction and the dryness in the air, I predict a fierce gale that only lasts within the hour.

10:45 P.M.

I was wrong. Meteorology was never my strong suit, it was Linda's.

10:47 P.M.

Dammit, need more painkillers. Helps ease the headaches. Anyway, the storm will probably continue throughout the night. Just splendid. The dragons are fearful, but Arpy is seeing to them. Despite his origins, he is deceptively good with animals. A possible quirk of his malfunction, but he doesn't know the answer himself. He usually doesn't.

I suppose I should retire now. Feel more worn out than usual.

12:00 A.M.

Something is screaming. At 11:45 P.M. on July 19th, something is screaming on my island.

It's a pitiful scream, but only in relation to the thundering rain and deafening thunder outside. It would probably be ear-numbing on a more peaceful day.

I won't lie to myself, its rather frightful. The scream is clearly one of pain, I've heard cries like it before. And the pain must be terrible, for it to scream so constantly. It's fading now, probably due to a sore or possibly torn throat. The creature must be quite strong.

I hope it dies. As a scientist, I understand how blasphemous that sentence is, but the creature must be in horrific agony, and I don't want it to suffer. I think Vegapunk would agree, if he was here with me now.

12:15 A.M.

The screams have faded, thank God. Thirty minutes of shrill cries, throaty whimpers and finally a somber croak. All audible through some of the heaviest rain I've ever seen. Gracious. Will investigate in the morning.

Slightly scared of what I may find.

Cifer's Log, July 20th, 809 A.O.S.

6:33 A.M.

Dear God. Oh, dear God.

I write these words as a prayer, not a curse. What I found today far exceeds everything my macabre imagination dreamed up last night.

The monster is an unholy 50 feet long, 15.24 meters after conversion, and it is covered in pitch-black scales. Its body is reptilian in nature, but this…thing is no dinosaur. Little Garden could not have given birth to this, not if the heavens had rained down the most destructive of mutagens.

The creature bares similarities to the Spinosaurus aegyptiacus, but only in its hind quarters and spine placement. This creature was clearly built for running on all fours. Where the spinosaurous' front legs were little more than clawed, thin appendages, best used for grappling prey, this beast has the front legs of a bear, ending with wickedly sharp claws that appear to have been retractable. In fact, they look a bit like the front legs of a Triceratops horridus, but far thicker.

The creature possesses a monstrous tail, thick and jagged, but probably very maneuverable. It's an astonishing 15 feet long all on its own, and clearly a fair contributor to the creature's weight, which, according to Arpy, is about 4.9 tons.

The tail tapers off like a cat-o-nine whip, but with only half the endings. Five wickedly sharp cords, each tipped with a stinger that looks strong enough to perforate a man a thousand times over without getting dented or dulled. I haven't touched the abomination yet, leaving most of the work to Arpy, but from a glance I would hypothesis the stingers to be made of some sort of enforced calcium that has purposefully ruptured the end of the tail.

Like the Spinosaurus, this creature possesses a spine, its namesake, but it is segmented. Each segment varies between a length of 1 foot to 5 inches, vertical from the back. They travel down the length of the creature from its skull to its aforementioned stingers.

By far the most disturbing part of the creature is its head. It is shaped like an eagle's, but the forehead is slightly larger to accommodate a single eye. The creature possesses a large beak, almost 2 feet in length, and inside are three rows of inch-long black teeth. The neck is very thick comparatively, probably to accommodate a large food intake and a sizable set of vocal cords.

The creature died from blood loss and the rupturing of the aorta, which was penetrated by a large pillar of wood. The blood is an icy white, leading me to believe that the creature creates an overabundance of white blood cells and has a small amount of hemoglobin, comparatively.

The wood that impaled this creature is remarkably sturdy, and I asked Arpy to not disturb it for now. Clearly, this beast could not have come to the island on its own. I am uncertain of its swimming capabilities, but it would not have been able to swim at all impaled like it is. That means there is a wreck on this island. Will investigate further.

10:27 A.M.

I feel dead from exhaustion, but I must write what I have seen. I feel I will go mad otherwise, from the horror of it all.

We found the ship a mere thirty or so minutes after first discovering the creature. It was a marine battleship, standard issue, or at least it was. The masts and superstructure had been almost completely sheared away, leaving behind only a battered, possibly crippled hull. The front and side turrets were still affixed to the ship, but their barrels were gone, ripped off by the storm.

A small hole in the side gave me access to the interior, and what I found was hell something I will take to my grave.

Dried blood was everywhere, as were severed body parts and badly mutilated bodies. Marines clearly, or what was left of them. Dozens of them, in every corridor and on every floor. The ship was a slaughterhouse.

Clearly, the beast had been contained at first, but it must have broken out and started attacking the crew. My theory was confirmed when I entered the bowels of the ship, and found a massive, seastone-infused cage in the center of the cargo hold. Its front had been savagely gnawed upon, then broken completely. In fact, nearly every corpse in the ship had some kind of wound that implies biting. Many were missing limbs, and even torsos, their stumps decorated with sharp imprints. Teeth marks.

There was so much blood caking the walls, so many arms, heads, and guts strewn across the ground, that I was violently ill on the floor no less than three times, one of the reasons I am so exhausted as I write this.

After I had recovered from by third…spilling, mostly of bile at that point, Arpy suggested I return to the villa to recover. I politely ignored his advice. Arpy is not yet proficient at first aid, a consequence of his massive size and strength, and I was determined to find a survivor.

And after searching the ship from top to bottom, I did.

A single woman, young, and in horrific condition. A quick once-over was all I needed to know that she had a shattered ribcage, a ruptured liver, and probably a cracked skull. Her right arm was gone just below the shoulder. But it had been wrapped surprisingly well, enough to staunch most of the bleeding. Her breathing was ludicrously weak, but audible. Thank the Lord.

I couldn't move her, so I had Arpy rush back to the facility with the necessary medical supplies. He was gone and back in just 10 minutes, so fast that I fear he damaged the ship and the villa in his haste. Still, with the needed bandages I stabilized her chest and moved her onto a stretcher.

Arpy carried her to intensive care, where I performed perhaps the most nerve-racking surgery of my entire life. Rib removal, a liver transplant, and an extensive craniotomy. Thank God for my Double-Double Fruit, or there would have been no chance of success.

(All the details of the procedure are listed in my data journal, in my office, should this notebook fall into the hands of the interested.)

As it is, the patient has suffered no brain damage and her internal organs have been stabilized. Liver transplant was successful, but I had to use my last bit of wapometal in order to perform a Synthes Rib Matrix.

Still, I would gladly postpone my experiments if it meant saving someone. That's what a good doctor does, right?

She remains trapped in a deep coma, but she is on the way to recovery. Lord know how she survived in the first place, but miracles are a common occurrence on the Grand Line.

Arpy is watching her now, and I am about to retire for some much-needed rest. There is still much to do, most important of all asking what the hell happened on that ship. Should she wake up, that is.

10:32 A.M.

I recognized the woman. I've never met her before, but it struck me like a lightning bolt as I was trying to get some sleep.

I jumped to my filing cabinets and shifted through the bounties I kept, and there she was.

Cat Burglar Nami, 16 million.