Chapter 11 - Scars


"This isn't as much fun when they're weak." A voice half complained half stated, standing over a small pile of unconscious slavers. This of course was Arabella, who else would it be.

The group had encountered a few slavers that stood between them and their camp. Itzal and Arabella jumped at the chance for another scrap with these bastards but there were few to go between the two of them from Zarina and Francis' point of view.

"Fighting isn't something that's supposed to be fun." This voice belonging to Zarina standing further back from all the fighting alongside Francis. Both of them deciding to watch instead of help, they both knew they'd more than likely get in the way of these two monsters.

Arabella just shrugged at Zarinas argument before countering, "That's a matter of opinion right?"

"I suppose I can't argue that." Zarina conceded. "But fighting in terms of survival was never meant to be fun, it was used for survival purposes. Over the centuries we turned it into a sport and a way of life." Francis just stood there listening to both of these women, an amused smile on his face. You could clearly see the difference in lifestyle and ideology, he could tell that Arabella was one to win physical fights while Zarina was one to win logical, verbal fights.

"Well," Arabella began, "I'm glad they did cause otherwise this world might just be that bit duller." A satisfied smile formed on her face as she admired her handy work. A good fight always got the blood flowing, heart racing, sweat pumping. Well it did if ones opponent were challenging which these guys clearly weren't.

Zarina just remained silent after this, there was no point in continuing this discussion. She instead just observed both her and Itzal as they just about finished up. Francis shook his head, these people were unbelievable sometimes.

A bit further away from the group stood Itzal, a scattering of slavers sprawled out around him, a small stream of steam leaving his body and trace amounts of steam trailed off every individual Itzal had beaten into the ground.

"Yo Itzal!" Arabella called out causing Itzal to turn to her and the rest of the group that stood further behind her. "You done?! Don't keep us waiting!" She joked.

Itzal completely deactivated his devil fruit, steam no longer came off his body. "Yep! All good here." He replied with a cheerful smile stepping over the mess of unconscious bodies on the floor. "I think we've beaten most of them but there might be a few left at the camp itself, we clear them out and that should be it."

"We should get a move on then if we're going to free those slaves right?" Francis chimned in as both Zarina and himself joined up where Itzal and Arabella stood.

"So you've dealt with the leader of this group, his second in command and defeated the majority of his men." Zarina began checking off what they'd done. "Someone destroyed their ships as well at the harbor." Emphasizing someone for whatever reason. "Now all that's left is to take the camp and free the slaves." Zarina summed it up nice and simple.

"So what's your plan you deal with all these slavers Itzal?" Francis asked, curious as to where or what Itzal would do next. Zarina was also curious, once this was over this is where they went their separate ways after all.

Subtly even Arabella wanted to hear where this guy might be going.

But the obvious answer hit them hard.

"No idea." He replied simply which a sigh from Zarina, a confused look from Arabella and an awkward smile from Francis. Of course.

But Itzal continued, "I might explore the town a bit more before we leave, I bet Rob would have something to do here too for awhile." The name Rob being mentioned again Arabella figure this was the missing member of this group that she had still yet to met in person, the one responsible for the havoc at the dock. "But once we're done here we're going straight for the Grandline."

Francis and Zarina just shifted where they stood as their own thoughts began to engross them both, wondering as to what they planned to do themselves. Itzal gave them barely any plans for his own future just now but they had to admit compared to their own it was still better than what they could come up with.

Arabella on the other hand looked excited at the mention of the Grandline, visually perking up. "Oh, so you're heading to the Grandline are ya?" She smirked at Itzal, "Mind if I tag along?" She offered out of the blue.

Zarina and Francis seemed rather surprised although Zarina hid it well. Where did this come from?

"Sure." Was all Itzal replied with, "Glad to have you apart of the crew!" A cheery smile plastered across the face. Zarina didn't even flinch, at this point she'd expected that answer, Francis shook his head while Arabella herself had a whole hearted smile on her own face.

That was remarkably easy.

"Brilliant! You won't regret it! I've been to the Grandline a few times myself!" Arabella somewhat boasted accidently to the rest of the group which amazed Itzal of course.

"Really?! How is it?!" Itzals excitedly questioned Arabella, Francis just looked at him while Zarina made a mental note not to over excite Itzal with the thought or stories of adventures.

The group all focused on Arabella waiting to hear her explanation. The people present never having been to the Grandline themselves.

"It was when I'd be sailing ships for operations." She began to explain, she was considering going no further than that, she knew if she blabbed about her smuggling operations she could be targeted but that ship had long sailed. They'd betrayed her by having her smuggle weapons and supplies to slavers without her knowledge, she'd rather die than help a slaver so all those allies in the smuggling rings are allies no longer in her eyes. "I was hired to smuggle goods to islands just beyond reverse mountain a good number of times. I got to see a lot of the islands people first land on when they come out the other side of reverse mountain so I know my way around that small portion of the Grandline. Made a few friends as well, might come in handy."

"Woah."

"Impressive."

"That's all?"

Itzal, Francis and Zarina replied respectfully, Zarina mostly under her breath, it was clear to tell who was more impressed than others by those simple words.

From the sight of Itzal it was clear he was somewhat daydreaming about the adventures he'd be having on the Grandline which got a small laugh from Francis and Arabella and a smirk from Zarina.

Shaking himself from his thoughts of a grand adventure Itzal turned back to Arabella, "You said you sailed ships right? Does that mean you're a helmsman?" Perceptive for him to pick up on that small detail.

"Damn right! Best helmswoman around ya know! I could get your ship anywhere in the world if I had to!" It was clear she took great pride in her profession and skill.

"Yes! That means we got ourselves a helmsman!" Itzal cheered, a helmsman was a very important role aboard a ship and to get one this early was fantastic luck.

"Easy there, I'm only repaying the favor. I'm not joining your crew if that's what you're expecting." She gave Itzal a look for a second, " I assume you're a pirate, am I right?" She figured if he wasn't a marine he'd be a pirate. That was a loose assumption but judging by his reaction to the thought of adventure and the fact he didn't care she was a smuggler a pirate was the best guess for that.

"Oh, well yeah I'm a pirate." Itzal replied bluntly, "What favor though?"

Zarina joined in, "Itzal is correct to question that, we didn't do anything that earned any sort of repayment."

"I suppose you're right but if yous hadn't brought up those questions had the restaurant about this island I might not have figured out there were slavers here. I might have actually ended up leaving supplies and weapons here for them and there is not a chance in hell I'd let that happen, I'd never side with bastards like that." Arabella explained showing clear disdain for those bastards.

She sighed before continuing, "I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't pick up on it, I'm usually brilliant at reading people and their intentions. I must have lowered my guard too much, been too distracted."

"We all make mistakes but you did fix the problem by smashing up those scumbags so you should call it even." Itzal countered, he was just being his usual nice self.

'Ever the optimist.' Francis thought to himself, "I think we should quickly head to the camp and finish this before we continue this discussion." Francis suggested before stepping ahead of the group. "Lead on." He gestured in the direction of the camp.

"Alright let's go!" Itzal called out before heading off in front of Francis. Zarina followed behind a small neutral expression on her face and Francis with a small smile of his own. Arabella lagged behind for a second.

'Crazy and foolish people the lot of them,' Arabella thought before smirking, 'I like them already!' Before she quickened her pace to catch up the rest of the group.


"Pocket Burst!"

A small struck a figure and was sent flying into a tent nearby, completely dismantling it the contents within the tents shattered if the sounds of broken wood and metal was anything to go by.

Itzal landed gracefully on the ground in front of the tent his body still emitting tiny streams of steam before they faded too. Arabella walked up beside him just a second later and smacked him hard on the back.

"You got the final one! That sorts that mess out." Gesturing around the area guiding Itzals gaze with her humongous ax. The area they both stood was covered with the very last of the slavers, they're camp was in ruins, they're tents torn to shreds, weapons shattered into shards and supplies smashed into pieces.

Arabella leaned on Itzals shoulder and threw her ax over her other free shoulder, "You gotta love fresh destruction in the morning." Arabella said clearly admiring their handy work.

"Shame the fight ended so soon." Itzal responded as he scratched his chin.

Arabella pushed herself off Itzal and swung her ax again twirling it oce before tossing it onto her back to holster it. "Better than nothing." Arabella happily replied.

The talk between these two was interrupted by another voice, "So you've finished?" The voice asked. They both turned to see Francis and Zarina walking over to them.

While Itzal and Arabella quickly dispatched the remainder of the slavers guarding the camp Zarina and Francis snuck around into the camp to look for information or anything they might find useful.

Once Itzal saw Zarina he smiled, Arabella smirked as well as she was completely engrossed in a book while also carrying two others in her free arm. She looked out of place standing in the middle of all this destruction.

Francis caught them both staring and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "She looked to be intrigued so I left her to it." Leaving Zarina where she stood Francis walked over to Itzal and showed him what he himself had found.

"I found a map of the route these slavers take when navigating the East Blue," Francis explained. "I also found a stash of Berri and what appears to be sale orders." Both Itzal and Francis furrowed their brows at the last item mentioned, that meant they were going to be delivering slaves to these people at some point. Arabella stood off to the side and looked away in disgust, slavery was the lowest form of crime and those who were involved in the business were complete scum.

Francis passed the items over to Itzal, Itzal however just looked at him confused. "Why don't you keep the money, I don't need it." He smiled at him but at this point Francis wasn't surprised. So he stuck the map and sale orders into the inside of his jacket and just kept a hold of the money bag, tossing it over his shoulder to make it easier to carry. Francis might not speak of it now but there was not a chance he'd leave that map and orders un-read or analysed, he'd make a note of those people on that list.

"What else did you see over there?" Arabella asked Francis but it was Zarina that answered from where she stood.

"They have three large metal crates with holes drilled into them at the top. I suspect they have people trapped inside them." Zarina explained, shutting her book ad turning up toward the rest of the group, she was quickly interrupted by Itzal.

"Then let's go free them!" But before he could run off Zarina continued as if he never interrupted her.

"The crates are sealed with heavy duty locks. We need to locate the keys because I believe we shouldn't walk up to the crate and smash it open while they're living occupants inside, they might not like that and by we I mean you two." She nodded her head between Itzal and Arabella.

She had a fair point, smashing up a crate while innocent people were trapped inside. Finding the keys would be the best option.

"Well that's going to be a pain to search every one of these bastards for a set of keys, hell the ones back in town might have them." Francis thought, "Should we split up to check them out? I could head back to town and search the ones there." Francis offered but Arabella declined the offer.

"No point in doing that if the keys happen to be here, check this place first with us."

However they were all interrupted once they heard the jingling of keys just above them, they all looked up to see something perched on the tree. A familiar white monkey.

Itzal gave a little cheer while Francis gave an expression that said you have to be kidding me. Zarina didn't react all and Arabella was slightly confused, she hadn't seen this monkey before.

"Come on down little buddy!" Itzal called out, his little partner immediately crawled down the tree branch to the trunk and hopped onto the ground holding the keys with its own joyous smile on his face.

"Where did this guy come from?" Arabella asked. "I didn't see or sense him nearby this whole time."

"Oh he stowed away on our ship on the last island. The little fella stuck with us after that." Francis explained, "He's taken quite the liking to Itzal for some reason." Even Francis himself didn't know why the little monkey followed Itzal, what did Itzal do on that island without their knowledge? "But to be fair I completely forgot about him." He admitted.

The little monkey paused its cheer.

"Yeah me too." Itzal also guiltily admitted, "I had no idea he even left us up until now."

The little monkey collapsed over to its side comically, clearly hurt that nobody noticed he'd disappeared or when he disappeared from the group.

"I did." Zarina added causing the monkey to shift its head toward her. "I noticed him leave when we were at the restaurant, he finished his bowl of peanuts and slipped away when you were all distracted." She finished speaking as he adjusted her glasses.

Itzal, Francis and Arabella looked at her for a second, how did she notice a monkey slip away when they were all distracted by talk of slavers on the island?

All of a sudden the monkey jumped up again, full of life, did a little flip before dashing over to Zarina. He stopped by her feet and held up the keys for her to take them. She leaned down and grasped them which made the little fella chirp happily.

"Seems you made a new friend." Arabella teased, enjoying the little antics of their monkey companion.

Zarina didn't say a word but instead just gave the little guy a small rub of his head with her finger as a response the monkey immediately toppled to one side playfully rolling across the ground by her feet.

A smile formed on everyone's faces.

"Have you named him yet Itzal?" Francis asked but before Itzal could speak up Zarina beat him to it.

"Sherlock," Zarina said in a neutral tone, "Sherlock is good name for him." Zarina clearly had her own reasons for that name in her head but she'd leave it at that.

"Yeah! That's great! Sherlock it is!" Itzal gave zero resistance to that name, it sound pretty cool too. "Where's you come up with that name though?"

"She'll explain it to you another time." Francis intercepted Itzals question before continuing, "Lets go free those prisoners shall we?" As he began walking in the direction of the crates he and Zarina saw earlier.

"Right!" Arabella exclaimed before moving off with Francis.

The monkey known named Sherlock scurried up Zarinas leg and arm to reach her shoulder, much to her surprise although she kept a straight face for the most part only slightly failing when Sherlock swayed on her shoulder. To have a monkey crawl all over her suddenly was a bit weird. She was rather uncomfortable.

"Itzal," gaining his attention, "Would you mind?" She asked not needing a full question for Itzal to know what she meant.

But there was a pause from Itzal, his gaze seemed to be turned off in a random direction. His expression was a curious one for some reason. Itzal knew something was weird out there but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Itzal?" Zarina said slightly loud to get his attention, it worked because he turned back to face her, he smiled at her before he quickly made his way over to her, "Here Sherlock!" Itzal extended his arm. Understanding Itzal , Sherlock scurried across his arm onto his shoulder instead freeing Zarina.

"Thank you." She replied courteously.

"Any time!" Was his simply reply. "Come on, let's go!"

Just as Itzal moved past her she subtly examined him, this guy really was strange. Carefree, fearless, motivated, just what went on in his head for him to act the way he is, do the things he does, believe the things he believes. She thought back to when she first meet him a few days prior, he and Rob had both attacked a marine prison convoy for no reason whatsoever and had saved her for that same reason, none! Now here he was fighting slavers and freeing more prisoners. She couldn't help but let a small genuine small creep across her lips.

'You are a strange one Itzal.'

She quickly shed that smile and quickened her pace to catch up with the others.


Far from where our pirates were stood two figures, side by side, atop a hill in the shadow of a large oak tree so you couldn't make out their appearances too well, overlooking the whole area. From this position you could see where Itzals group was the the slavers camp not far from their location.

One figure stood at roughly five foot, one, the other stood at roughly five foot six. Their outline made it clear they were both female. In the shorter ones hand was a spyglass they were using to focus in on the group, one member in particular.

"It's them right Tia?" The taller one asked, "From before?"

"Yes, it's them." The smaller one replied, "But I only see one of them."

"Should we introduce ourselves?" The taller one asked.

"Not right now, we both have our own objectives right now." The smaller one focused her attention on Itzal. "We'll meet them again, I'm sure of it." The tone of her voice made it seem like they were excited for whatever reason.

"Understood, shall we return to help repair the ship?"

Once the smaller of the two nodded the taller one turned to leave. The smaller figure remained where they stood for a moment longer, pulling out two pieces of paper.

"We'll meet eventually, I'd bet on it." Was all the figure said before turning to leave herself.


It didn't take long for them to free the prisoners of this camp. Itzal and Zarina were the ones that went around unlocking the containers and crates of people, Zarina being the one to open the lock while it was Itzal who hauled the doors of these containers and crates open. It would normally take two or three normal men to open those doors but Itzal had zero issue on his own.

Francis stood atop one of the boxes, observing the slaves as they were freed and yelled for people's attention telling them to heading down the path they'd come from saying it lead to a town that would gladly help them. Most of the people looked like they could use fresh clothes and something to eat in some cases but none of them looked to be hurt or in any immediate danger due to their health. Sherlock simply sat perched by his feet.

Arabella stood nearby guiding people as well but she mainly wanted check the crowds to see if there were any that were struggling in any way. Luckily everyone seemed to be managing, with some help from the townsfolk she was sure they'd be fine.

During the whole process there was a chorus of thank yous and cheers from most, some had confused expressions as if they couldn't believe they were free. Some even cried of happiness.

All around a good day for most.

As the last few prisoners left the camp the group gathered by the crate Francis was stood on. Itzal, Zarina and Arabella all gathered around while Francis plopped down letting his legs dangle over the edge. Sherlock leapt over to Itzal and clung to his arm.

"I guess we're done here." Arabella began the conversation, "Nothing left for us here so let's head back to town."

The group was largely in agreement from the looks they gave each other however Itzal seemed… off?

Of the group it was Francis that asked, "Itzal, something wrong?" That's when Arabella stepped back also sensing something amiss. Now it was the both of them.

"What's wrong with you two?" Francis asked again.

Itzal and Arabella immediately turned away from them to stare off in the same direction.

Arabella actually seemed taken aback for a moment while Itzal went wide eyed. Before Zarina and Francis turned to see what had caught their attention they heard a familiar voice.

"Hey guys…" The voice sounded to be in some serious pain, "Where've yous been…?" The voice half groaned, half joked out.

Zarina and Francis turned to the source of the voice the sight that greeted. Francis recoiled slightly while Zarina was stunned.

The sight that greeted them was a very bloody and wounded missing member, Rob. There were blood stains that ran down the right side of his face, his pants had blood splattered over them but by far the worst part of all was the wound that ran down his chest, shirt shredded. On his left side the huge wound leaked a large portion of blood, the wound ran from the top of his shoulder straight down his chest to his left hip. He was a blood smeared mess. His expression showed one of pain but he still wore a stupid smirk on his face.

"Something.. wrong..?" He half joked out as he clutched his left side with his right arm.

"What the fuck happened to you?!" Francis yelled out as the group rushed over to Rob, Itzal immediately grabbed his left arm and threw it over his shoulder to help carry him even if he'd walk this far fine on his own while Francis held onto his right just to make sure. Sherlock dropped off Itzal and stood close to his feet, hand resting on his leg, examining him with the others.

"Where have you been this whole time?! What happened?!" Francis continued to yell, this looked absolutely awful. Zarina remained silent the whole time thus far, she had no idea what to say to a wound like that.

"You going to be okay?" Itzal asked surprisingly calmly, although it did sound like he was worried for his friend he seemed to be okay with all this, almost as if he had been anticipating this.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Arabella asked taking a serious look at the wound. She'd seen wounds like that before and they were normally on a corpse.

"I… tripped..?" Was his smartass of an answer which appropriately got him a little, almost tap of a smack from Zarina.

"Take this seriously." Was all she said still remaining as calm as possible, it was hard but she kept her more stoic expression. All she got was a small chuckle.

"Come on! We need to get him into town now!" Francis directed the group, his marine training kicking in, always help a wounded comrade. "Let's move Itzal!"

But they were stopped by Rob who stood strong on his own feet, even if they weren't as strong as they usually were. "I can walk back… eventually."

Francis was about to protested but was stopped by Itzal. "Leave him, he can do it himself." He told him in a completely serious tone. His response genuinely surprised Francis, why would Itzal not want to assist his friend but he stopped himself and stepped back. This wasn't right in Francis' opinion but who was he to decide what these two do, they did what they wanted after all.

"Alright let's go." With that both Itzal and Rob began to walk back to town side by side. You could visually see the pain Rob was in by the way he moved but he kept going regardless.

Sherlock twitched in concern, animals were able to tell when something was hurt. Sherlock knew the red one was wounded. Sherlock stood on the spot before crawling at speed to reach Itzal again.

Francis remained still for a moment before shaking himself from his stupor. 'What the hell is up with the both of them…' He slowly began to follow them leaving Zarina and Arabella.

Zarina and Arabella fell behind still standing where they'd first checked on Rob. Arabella turned to see the blood trail from where this Rob guy had come from. One question popped into her mind but she needed to know something first. "How strong is that guy? The red head?"

Zarina didn't answer for a second, "Same as Itzal if I had to say." Was her reply, her gaze was on the guys that had left still in their view.

"Then what the hell managed to do that to him?" Arabella asked to nobody in particular, Zarina picked up on the tone of voice so she knew she wasn't expecting an answer.

"We should catch up with them." Arabella quickly changed the subject. Both her and Zarina began to make their own way back to catch up to the guys. Each of them had their own thoughts about this problem.

Rob had some explaining to do.


An hour had passed since the group had arrived back in town, the townspeople were shocked and horrified by the sight of their wounded comrade. People immediately rushed to get him medical aid but unfortunately they didn't have an surgeons on the island to stitch up such a serious wound so they had to get a two tailors to do it instead despite their protests they still caved and eventually went to stitch the pirate back together.

The operation itself took about forty minutes itself and another ten to clean up afterward. The two tailors would be scarred after having to do that but they were also proud to help Itzal and the others in anyway they could.

The job itself was poor at best but it would keep him together, for now it would have to do.

At the moment the group had left Rob to rest for abit but Zarina, Francis and Arabella each had their own questions they wanted answered. Until then they were all outside, the townsfolk, despite what had happened, decided to celebrate!

They'd sent their own people to restrain and tie down every single slaver there was and dragged them off to a small cramped cell. After they'd began to drink, cook food and generally party. For the first time in years they were free of this burden.

Arabella, Zarina and Francis all sat off to the side outside the building Rob was in, Arabela sat on the ground legs crossed, Zarina sat on a step while Francis leaned against the wall next to them. They'd been given fresh food and drink which they took politely. Arabella gladly took the meal and ate it wholeheartedly, no point wasting good food. Zarina picked at it, every now and then taking a bite while Francis was too concerned with his thoughts to think of food.

Itzal had joined in the celebrations and danced with a couple of the townspeople around a small bonfire. Even Sherlock had joined him and was leaping all over the place. While the celebrations were warranted Francis was still confused by Itzals lack of consideration for Robs condition.

"I know he cares, that part of him seems genuine but why does this seem to not bother him." Francis mostly asked himself, he hoped for an answer from Zarina or Arabella. "Why is he so okay with this?"

"Ask him yourself." Zarina answered simply, "Itzal is… brutally honest with others, if you want to know something about Itzal the best person to ask is Itzal himself."

She had a fair point, he was blunt to a fault so that would be the best course of action.

"So does that Rob guy get hurt a lot?" Arabella asked out of the blue, still gnawing away at her food. She figured these two should know something about him.

"I haven't seen him get injured like that before, every time I've seen him or Itzal fight they've always won with minor wounds." Zarina explained, "But to be fair I have no idea what they've gone through before I met them." She paused for a second, "I actually saw Rob had some big scars already besides the one over his right eye."

"So he can take it." Arabella concluded.

"Isn't that besides the point?" Francis intervened, "A wound like that is no joke whether you can take it or not."

"You do have a point but at the same time did Rob seem to care?" Zarina countered, "Of all people who should care the most it should be Rob and yet he didn't. It seemed like Itzal just came to a mental agreement in his head. As if those two knew something we didn't."

There was a brief pause.

"Those guys are weird." Arabella blurted out cheerily, slamming her fist on the ground next to them.

This got Zarina and Francis to sweatdrop at that remark, even if they kinda saw it coming, a small sigh and a shake of the head came from them both respectively.

"You're one to talk…" Zarina carelessly countered as she sipped her drink, to which Arabella immediately responded.

"Awww! Thank you!"

Francis couldn't help but chuckle at that stupid yet entertaining response. It thankfully distracted him from some of his thoughts, he had to admit Zarina was right about the both of them. 'You're more involved with those two that you'd like to admit…'

"We really shouldn't waste this celebration." Arabella conceded, "There's nothing we can do for him right now, we can't really help your friend. Might as well enjoy ourselves. Let's get in there and celebrate with the rest of them! We can deal with this later." Arabella hopped up from where she stood, ax still on her back and went over to join in the festivities leaving Zarina and Francis behind.

"You going?" Francis asked Zarina but he kind of knew what answer was coming.

"No thank you," She put her food down next to her, "I think I'll wait awhile. I have some thoughts to collect."

Francis gave her a small nod of understanding, his gaze turned to the sky above. "Yeah, me too."


I'd like to begin by apologizing for the delays with this chapter. Life got busy over the last two months and will still be busy for the next two or three weeks but after that it should be open seas and smooth sailing so to speak. I hope at least I made the wait worth it. Left a few small details in there, someone reading this will recognize a certain someone in this chapter. (You know who you are.)

This arc really should be wrapping up soon, the next chapter should be the crew finally leaving for their next misadventure in the East Blue and that next misadventure should be their last before we finally reach Reverse Mountain and the Grandline, once we're there the chaos really begins and crew mates should be joining left, right and centre so if your OC isn't here yet they should be soon.

Thanks for all the continued support on this story!

Disclaimer, I obviously don't own One Piece (For Shame). All OC' go to their respective owners and such.

AlcatrazDGold - Till the next chapter…