Candelabra
They arrived at the jungle island of Little Garden to find a thin man wearing a blue and white striped sleeveless vest and glasses sitting atop two dead giants. His hair was in a strange top-knot in the shape of a three; strangely it appeared as if his hair was actually made of the same material as a wick. He gave them an evil smile, turning his hand to wax and firing a swirling spear straight for Sakazuki's chest.
Sakazuki didn't even blink, snatching the spear out of mid air. He looked it over for a moment noticing the high quality in its design before melting it as it attempted to wrap around his hand. "Excellent craftsmanship." he complemented, tossing the melted spear off the ship.
To his mild surprise the man blushed, fucking blushed. "You really think so!" he all but squealed, giving an octopus like dance. "It so rare to find someone who appreciates my art!" he paused looking strangely at Sakazuki, then glancing at the dead giants. For all he had acted like a blushing virgin, he was an accomplished assassin for a reason. He knew a hopeless battle when he saw one. This intruder not only carried himself with the confident certainty of one who had real power; but evidently had an ability that rendered most of his own useless. If he could melt his wax than any attack would have to be fully liquid (rarely very damaging, due to it lacking innate lethality and him not having much practise killing with the liquid alone) or his other, mostly untrained abilities he had only recently discovered. He thought about why he had join Baroque works in the first place and realized none of that mattered if this man killed him here and now. "Perhaps… Perhaps we don't need to be enemies."
Sakazuki raised a brow while Borsalino appeared behind the Candle-Man, primed to vaporize his head at a moment's notice. "How's that?" he said, unknowingly partially mimicking his brother in an earlier scene.
Galdino frowned, "No, we must fight… If you win, I'll join your crew and reveal everything I know about Baroque Works. If I win, you join Baroque Works." He was smiling at the end. He wasn't dumb enough to think a betrayer would be allowed to join, but perhaps an honest wager would make the man consider it.
Sakazuki frowned, "That sounds treacherous to me. Trusting one who would betray their organization is the height of folly."
Galdino sighed, "Mr. 0 would kill me at the drop of a hat. Dying for him when he wouldn't do the same is idiotic. He doesn't exactly inspire much in the way of 'Undying Loyalty'. But, while an assassin's word is worth very little, quitting a job when I have yet to be betrayed is deemed unacceptable. If you defeat and capture me, Mr. 2 will be sent to kill me. If you kill him, I'll declare myself an ex-assassin and join your crew; facsimile of honour intact." He smiled somewhat grimly, content with his plan to get out of this job alive. "I'll be the Artist of the crew." he said with a definite nod.
"Alright," Sakazuki said, "I accept." so saying he launched a giant wave of magma with a roaring wolf's head at the front. Galdino fell to his knees in the face of an eruption such as had never been seen before; easily dozens of times larger than the Going Merry. The Inugami Guren rampaged through the massive jungle, carving a deep and jagged trench towards the shell shocked candle man. Just before its apocalyptically massive jaws slammed shut on his already melting form, Borsalino grabbed him(and the dead giants) and vanished back to the Merry in a flash. He grinned down at the quivering wreck that once was a professional assassin as Sakazuki's calamitous attack cut the island into two burning halves before going on to explode in the distance; creating a new island of lava rock.
Sanji decided to comment, draining a pack full of cigarettes faster than he ever had before, "Well… that was quick."
"That good enough; or should we blow up some more islands, ne?" Borsalino drawled mockingly, aiming a glowing finger into the distance where he sensed an island lay.
Galdino hastily nodded, "Y-yeah, that… that'll do. No reason to go annihilating islands now." Being a successful assassin he had killed more than his fair share of people and caused more than one genocide by supporting rather unpleasant people; but the causal mass murder and destruction these people were capable of even slightly disturbed him.
Sakazuki strood over to the shaken now former Baroque Works officer. "Well then, you're a member of my crew now, and everything that comes with it. In order to properly utilize and train you, I need to know the current extent of your abilities… and your name."
Mr. 3 nodded, "My name's Galdino and I'm a Candle-Man. I can control, create and become wax. I can generate wicks and light them, gaining some control over the produced flames. And I can… it be easier to show you." he backed up and turned to wax, growing in height until he towered over the brothers by a good four feet. His had became a giant humanoid candle with round legs like the trunks of trees, coming to a sudden flat end. His left arm ended in a huge blue flame coming from a wick thicker than Sakazuki's arm while the other ended in a hand that could wrap around his whole head with room to spare. His head resembled his left arm only larger and with a face like a white jack-o-lantern with burning eyes. His distorted boomed out from the huge creature, "I call this from the Candelabra-King. I'm working on improving its size and power along with my control while in it. I can use the flame on my left arm like a flamethrower. All my basic powers are improved significantly but my control drops to match." he demonstrated his increased power by sending a wave of wax out before slicing it apart with thin whips of of wick coming from his fingertips; unknowingly mimicking one Donquixote Doflamingo.
Sakazuki was muttering to himself with a growing grin. "Variation of the String-String fruit, plus a wax Logia and minor pyrokinesis. Weaker but more varied than myself or my brothers. How very interesting." he smiled like a particularly evil shark, eyes shining as the giant candle suddenly shivered like a tiger just rode a flaming hurricane over his grave.