Commander Jonathan

Commander Jonathan prided himself on being an excellent fisherman.

Now, watching his catch be dragged away in chains and a sea net, he knew he should feel a sense of accomplishment.

In a way, he supposed, he did. After all, Monkey D. Luffy and his first mate, the Demon and Ex Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro were no small fry.

Jonathan listened to his men's laughter.

"We finally caught the scumbags!"

"What about the rest of them?"

"Who cares? These are the only two the World Government want!"

"160 million berries!"

And then, the two Strawhat Pirates noticed each other's presence.

Roronoa tensed. Even from where the Commander stood on his office balcony, so far above the procession making its way across the bridge, he could feel the killing intent rolling off the swordsman in waves. His men must've felt it too, for those around him shuffled back nervously. One activated the steel collar clamped firmly around Roronoa's neck and the man stumbled.

The Commander's men laughed.

"Have no fear, men!" Lieutenant Drake said confidently. "Even the fiercest dog can still be tamed!"

Monkey D. Luffy watched his first mate stumble from the electrical shock. The sound of the marine's laughing was deafening, but Jonathan knew that the only thing Monkey D. Luffy could see were the bullet and stab wounds from Roronoa's capture riddling his first mate's chest. From his distance, the Commander couldn't see it himself, but from where the Strawhat Captain was, Jonathan knew he could see exactly where each bullet and sword had torn through supple skin, could smell the tangy, metal fragrance of Roronoa's blood, and could hear the steady dripping of the stuff as it fell from the swordsman and consolidated into a pool of red congealed liquid on the ground beneath his feet.

Now, in his sea prism stone net and the simple sea prism stone cuffs on his hands and feet, the captain was just as effectively detained as the first mate.

But when he saw his swordsman shackled, chained, collared and wounded and heard their jailers laughing at the man, he did something that shouldn't have been possible for a devil fruit user from within a sea prism stone net.

He took a deep breath, and he roared.

"I'M GONNA KICK ALL YOUR ASSES!"

The boy was quickly silenced with another sword through his shoulder.

Roronoa Zoro staggered towards Strawhat Luffy. Though he said not a word, his message rang loud and clear: Don't touch my captain.

"Pirates sure are scum, huh?"

"They'll think twice about trying to infiltrate the great Navarone on their way to Impel Down!"

"Hey! Let's make Roronoa carry Strawhat!"

"Wonderful idea."

The Commander flinched. That last remark had come from his second in command, Lieutenant Drake. The Commander had hoped that Drake wouldn't stoop to the level of his men; he was sorely mistaken.

The Commander watched as Roronoa was yanked to his feet and made to drag the net containing his captain the rest of the way across the bridge. The Commander watched as his catch and their procession disappeared from view into the depths of the brig, the sounds of his men's harsh laughter and jeering echoing all the way back to his office.

"Quite the parade going on outside."

A slender, dark-haired woman wearing the marine cloak of justice came to stand by his side.

"Indeed. If I may ask, how will catching the two most-wanted Strawhat Pirates affect your report on Navarone to HQ, Special Inspector Major Shepard?"

"Depends," the woman said impassively, "What do you plan on doing with them?"

"Isn't it obvious? They're wanted men," he said flatly. "The 9 o'clock net, when the tide lowers the water level to rock level, lasts approximately one hour. Come morning, at 10 o'clock, they'll be on the first escort ship out of here to Impel Down." Jonathan couldn't help but notice the woman's discomfort at his words, though she hid it well, spinning on her heels with the intent to leave.

"Well, I'd best finish my inspection so I can write that report."

"Carry on, Major."

The door shut softly behind her.

Jonathan sighed. He was indeed proud to be an excellent fisherman. He knew he should have felt glad to have caught the two most dangerous Strawhats.

But was it worth it?