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The wind howled as it crashed into me, a grin growing on my face as I adjusted my grip on the string. My string body arcing downwards through the sky, speeding up the lower I went. I was currently swinging across the sea, a single hand stretched out as it held to a near invisible string. Every now and then, given the sheer length of each string, replacing them. The cloud filled sky certainly made it easier to pull a Spiderman.
Now, I of course could've used a... Speedier form of travel but I firmly believe, if you have the opportunity to act like Spiderman.
You be Spiderman.
My destination?
It was of course, Big Mom's flagship.
One of Morgan's scouts had caught sight of the ship. Delivering the news immediately through snail. Well, the flagship with it's fleet, but I wasn't really worried about them.
Morgan questioned my sanity when I'd told him that.
It was a lie of course. Well, a half truth so to speak.
I, truthfully, wasn't worried at all.
Really. What could possibly go wrong?
I promptly switched strings, the silhouette of an armada appearing in the horizon. My grin returning without missing a beat as I sped up once again, this time angling my body higher in the sky and out of view, heading for the biggest shadow I could see.
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-Katakuri-
The Queen Mama Chanter swayed as it sailed along the rocking waves. The wind going against them, slowing them down ever further. The rest of the fleet, including his siblings questionable ships followed on steadily behind. His elder brother's the closest, using the flagship as a barrier to the wind.
He never really understood the want to command ones own ship, when they all sail under their mothers flag anyway. It wasn't as if the ship had any use so to speak, each far to small to really make any difference. When things went sideways, as they tended to, every officer and above was expected to be on the flagship anyway.
The main ship's crew were all currently haphazardly running around trying to keep steady in the brewing storm. His mother in her quarters going over something with Smoothie. The 900 million beli sweet commander thankfully having the sense not to showboat like rest of them.
He himself was currently situated near the ship's smiling figurehead, alone. There weren't too many places on the ship where he'd get the peace and leg room, his rank and size needed. He idly stretched his legs, standing to his full height as he narrowed his eyes at the quickly building storm. At the rumbling clouds filtering the sky in darkness. At the strikes of thunder echoing in the horizon. His eyes glinting red every few seconds as the ship sailed. His crew mates haphazardly running about as they made to keep the ship on a steady course. None of them willing to risk an Emperor's wrath.
Given the sheer size of the Queen Mama Chanter, the fact it was remotely having any trouble really said enough about what the rest of the fleet was going through.
It was a pity really. Had they, as a collective, not suddenly lost complete track of what it is they had sailed out in mass for, they might've been able to bypass the sudden storm altogether.
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The rumbling thunder was growing closer, or perhaps they were just sailing towards it. Hints of whirlpools starting to form in the distance, signalling it as one of those days.
Though at the very least, for the Queen Mama Chanter at any rate, the wind direction seems to have changed, going in their favour as it push them towards their destination. The majority of the fleet's ships, not having the size or density to truly manoeuvre in the dangerous winds, all started to pass the flagship, most taking their position directly ahead of it, keeping the veritable wall of defence the ship made to their backs. Blocking off most of the harsh winds entirely.
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The earlier rain had started pouring down in mass, their gigantic ship swaying the slightest from the pressure. The rest of their fleet as well as their ship currently been, haphazardly at that, directed around by his elder brother. The pirate having long since simply anchored his own ship to the main one and jumped on board. Not remotely willing to deal with the hazards of the Grand Line's storm.
Their mother, in the midst of all this, kept herself situated in her quarters. Though Smoothie had long since left them, immediately getting into work with the other sweet commander.
And given his crews... Disposition towards helping each other, working together, what have you. The two sweet commanders currently both trying to direct the ship's crew were more often then not stepping on each others toes.
Really, was it a wonder he left the runnings of the ship to others?
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"We can sail through it, it's nothing more th-"
"That thing you want to sail through, dear sister of mine, is called a hurricane. Perhaps you've heard of such a phenomon before-" Perospero dodged the sudden jab from Smoothie's sword. His devil fruit filling up his right side as he turned his focus away from directing the ship to his sister.
"This, dear brother of mine, is called an execution."
Katakuri really didn't have time for this. He'd long since started pacing around the ship, the height advantage the ship provided giving him a, albeit stormy, view of the rest of the fleet. Including the stragglers, those unfortunate enough to find themselves lagging behind and dealing with the increasingly dangerous winds sending them straight to Dressrosa. His devil fruit, unlike his currently fighting siblings, been used to help keep the rest in formation throughout the storm.
Turning his gaze, his eyes narrowed at the sight of his siblings slowly but surely escalating their little scuff-
Every single one of his crew mates ceased as, despite the stormy weather, a wave of Conqueorers Haki suddenly swept across from the front end of the ship, passing through the sails obscuring his view. And given there shouldn't have been anyone there capable of- Katakuri's eyes widened, the thought not even needing to finish as his body immediately dashingback to his last position, a veritable backdraft left in his wake.
Ahead of him, almost in slow motion he caught sight of Perospero and Smoothie breaking off their little scuffle, both of their widened, shocked eyes focused forward, the Haki clearly having brought them back to their sens-
No. He realised as he reached them, the giant sails no longer covering what had slowed the ship down to a halt.
Five minutes ago, just before he'd left to check on Oven's ship, there had been at the very least, fifteen ship sailing just ahead of the Queen Mama Chanter.
Thunder ravaged across the background as Katakuri stared ahead, the fleet of pirates' crying out in fear as they fell from the sky. His gaze locked onto the nearest ship stationary in the air before them. Upside down at that.
Locked onto the figure standing on top.
And just behind the floating ship, and the laughing man dressed in pink on top.
Floated over half of Big Mom's fleet, half of every ship that had managed to keep a steady pace ahead of the flag, the ones closest to them at that. The other half of ships, the ones furthest away from the flag, at the sight of the others slowly starting to float had tried to break off. The storm only helping the formation break apart that much faster.
All of the floating ships, besides the one seemingly floating on it's own accord directly ahead of them, currently had a netof sorts covering them bottom up, each one resembling a teardrop from his position. The material barely visible through the ongoing storm. The storm the stranger responsible seemed to ignore as he laughed.
He watched his own power, one hand already outstretched, Haki already covering it, rocket it out in a multitude of fists. All of them connecting squarely on the target, barely hitting the ship he stood on. All of them cutting through him with almost zero resistance. Katakuri's eyes widening as he confirmed the fact his attack had connected. With no avail. The holes on the stranger's face slowly stitched itself back together.
He watched as near a third of his crew, devil fruit and otherwise, all slowly, defying the laws of gravity itself, fell into but never truly reach the sea. Seemingly held in the air by the stranger as well.
He watched the grinning pirate, slowly edge closer, Perospero's tilted ship used as an elevator of sorts. He watched as every floating net covering the rest of the empty ships ahead suddenly turned red. The stranger before them pulling down on an invisible string reaching out into and above the rumbling clouds, a flash of lightning painting his background as he promptly shrunk down every net in size, cutting through the wood and metal of every ship caught in it's grasp like a hot knife through butter.
Half of their fleet, in pieces, slowly but surely fell into the sea before them. A few even hitting his few struggling and floating crew mates along the way.
The stranger in pink edged ever closer, the moving, floating, upside down ship used as his means of transport as it sailed through the air, his laughter barely audible to his fuming sister and shell-shocked brother.
"Knock knock," The stranger motioned the spoken gesture, as the sound of hundreds of vision dials went off, reaching the three commanders. All seemingly coming from the hidden side of the floating ship.
And before any of them could so much as twitch, the sound of heavy footsteps promptly filled the swaying ship. Dread pooling at the bottom of his two siblings, his own grimace coming out and showing as he kept his gaze on the enemy.
The wash of pure killing intent, mixed with his mother's Conquores Haki, would've, under any other circumstances turned him into an unresponsive wreck. Yet as it washed over him, his siblings as well as the currently floating ship, the one a mere few foot away from their figurehead.
Katakuri couldn't help but notice the fact the pirate didn't so much as a twitch in the wrong way. Even as his mother's devil fruit started to reach out. The woman too angry to so much as say a word as he and his siblings felt her power wash past them, covering the stranger before them-
"You're supposed to say 'Whose There?'" The stranger, wearing seemingly storm proof pink furcoat, his expression closed off by a pair of shades, waited a single beat. And promptly dusted his shoulder off, stood up straighter and continued-
"Don't make me hit you with a ship,"
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