Mist, in impersonating a Celestial Guard, had gotten a hold of an average sized ship that was docked at the port of Saobody. It had the Celestial Dragon emblem on the sail, so no pirate would dare touch it. As long as Giru wasn't seen, this would be a simple procedure. A Celestial Guard would never be questioned about what he was doing by anyone but a Celestial Dragon. If the other guards saw Giru, however, things would become exponentially complicated.

"So, how do we hide a grey skinned man with white hair and tentacles?" Giru asked sarcastically. Mist raised an eyebrow before hand signing a few words.

"No, that's another part of the punishment for eating the demon of demon fruits. He doesn't have a basic human form. He can retract the tentacles though."

Giru felt slightly grossed out as the tentacles wormed their way into his body, becoming no more than black spots on his back. "You'll learn to control them when we're out on the water. For now, let's just focus on getting there." Akuma said. Mist nodded in response. "Well, I'm still grey and I still have white hair."

"We can probably hide in a giant barrel, and Mist can pretend to be taking supplies aboard the ship!"

Giru wanted to slap himself. "No. Hell no. That's a stupid idea, and I-"

Mist rolled the wooden barrel along the ground, calmly making his way toward the ship. All the pirates in the area parted as he came closer, cutting glares his way as he passed by. Mist ignored them, although a lot of them would have pulled in big bounties. Inside the barrel, Giru was scowling.

'If I could slap you, I would in a heartbeat.'

'I get the impression that you're upset.'

'I am rolling around in a barrel. I reserve the right to be upset.'

'No, I think that right hasn't been put into law yet.'

'Do you joke about everything?'

'More or less, yep.'

Mist placed the barrel upright, then handed a note to the crewman which read 'write down the procedure for docking and steering the ship, as well as what to do in a storm and where the maps are'. The crewman read over the note with a tinge of disinterest to his eye, then left to the captain's cabin to write down the requested material. Mist sat around for about 10 minutes while Giru silently stewed in his barrel before the crewman came back, handing three sheets of paper to Mist. "There. That all you needed?"

Mist shook his head, giving the man another note. 'Delivering a barrel of gold to Enies Lobby'. The man read the note, then balled it up. "What, you're too good to talk to me?!"

All the crewman seemed to pay attention to that. Mist just flashed the Celestial Dragon badge. The man grunted and got the crew to set sail.

Once the island of Saobody became a mere speck on the horizon, the crewmen surrounded Mist, guns and swords poised for attack. Mist just looked at them blankly. "We'll be taking that barrel of gold, jackass." The captain said, cocking his gun. Mist knocked on the barrel twice, but before he could hit it a third time, Giru bursted out, clearly irritated. The crew got extremely angry, their promise of Gold a lie. They didn't have long to be angry. Mist pulled out two revolvers, and Giru's tentacles sprouted out. The ones that didm't jump overboard themselves were dumped off. Lifeless bodies aren't very good at jumping off a ship on their own.

Now the two... and a half... people were alone. Giru angrily threw the pieces of the barrel overboard and sat on a bench. "So, now what? You escaped slavery, you have a ship. What do you want to do with it?"

Mist made a few hand signs.

"Mist says he'll follow us wherever we go."

Giru thought about it. Did he want to be king of the pirates? No. That was a pipe dream, and Luffy was extremely lucky to achieve it. A guy who was sold into slavery by his own parents didn't exactly scream lucky. Marines was a definite no. He had no talent with swords, slingshots, navigation, music, medicine, or shipbuilding. He didn't want to become the 'Greatest in the world' at anything. Did he want to join the Seven Warlords? No. That involved the government, and as soon as the Dragons saw him, he would be dead meat...

The Dragons.

"I want to kill all of the Celestial Dragons."

Mist hurriedly signed some more.

"He says maybe not all places. And that might be bigger than Pirate King. You read Luffy's tale. He merely punched a dragon, and his team got obliterated and had to regroup two whole years later."

"Not just the Dragons. Corruption in general. From lying politicians all the way to the Dragons. The rich that would rather sell their only son than be poor."

"So, your goal is to kill corrupt leaders in general? That's add something we can start small on. We still need a crew, though."

Mist signed.

"Mist says he's with us. You have your first mate, Captain Giru."

Mist signed again.

"Oh, yea! I was thinking Pimp Daddy Pirates."

"Forget it. Do we really need a pirate name?"

Mist signed.

"Shadow... holder?"

Mist shook his head, then spelled out 'Keeper' in sign language.

"Shadow Keeper Pirates... it has a ring to it, plus the captain is a demon."

Giru looked up in thought. "Actually, it does roll off the tongue. It's settled then. Shadow Keeper Pirates, captained by Giru Donogaka."

"You'll get a pirate nickname the more famous you get. Mist isn't very famous, but a few pirates here and there know him."

Mist pointed to the sail, which still bore the Celestial Dragon sail. Giru glared up at it, then began to levitate towards it. "Akuma. I think I want to learn how to use these tentacles now."