Chapter 15 - Ain't nothing new


There was a brief moment of silence after Itzals' comment about the small old man that announced his presence. Itzal, obviously, didn't see any real problem with his height, he did say it like it was, nothing more. Francis didn't believe it was being rude, far from it actually, but there was such a thing called being subtle. Something Francis was beginning to realize Itzal didn't do very well, a blessing and a curse. A truly double-edged sword.

However, the old man didn't seem at all bothered by Itzals comment, instead, he just smiled at the young pirate and gave a soft chuckle.

"That I am boy, that I am!" He finally responded to Itzals' statement. He didn't move from where he stood, his position and stance on the counter unchanging. Although a rather nasty cough came from the old man as he finished speaking.

"You okay?" Itzal asked, worried the old man might be ill however that was quickly dismissed by the old man. Francis too had the same concern but let Itzal voice it for both of them.

"I'll be fine lad, I still have a few years left in me." The old man sucked in a deep breath and looked between Itzal and Francis, eyeing them both up for a moment. "But enough of that! How can I help the both of you?"

Itzal and Francis looked between one another again, both of them agreed they'd had no real reason to come in here. Itzal was just curious while Francis just followed his friend. The store was just something that happened to catch Itzals' eye.

Itzal smiled at the old man, "I'm just curious about this place, it's so weird." He slowly swung his arm across the room, gesturing to all the oddities that lay around them. "But it's pretty cool to have all these things in one place, like all the pirate flags and treasures!" His eyes wandered the store briefly again, glancing between a few of the flags. However, there was one that caught his eye.

A jolly roger hanging in the corner, it was slightly obstructed by other items hanging from the ceiling but Itzal could still make it out. It stuck out simply for the fact it wasn't the normal skull and crossbones one would find on most pirate flags. This one was a smiley face with protrusions in six directions surrounding it. This was an old flag for sure, a few thorn edges and cuts over it, a little dusty as well.

Francis looked toward the flag as well, he paused in thought for a moment, "I swear I've seen that flag somewhere before, from a book or a picture…" He thought briefly, his eyes wandered to the old man who was staring at Itzal intently. Once the old man saw where Itzal was staring he smiled although Francis had no idea why exactly.

"So," he began softly, "You have an eye for the pirate oddities and goods do ya?" His question lingered in the air for a moment as Itzal looked to the old man. He didn't get a chance to answer though as the old man continued, "That flag is from the old era, made long ago during the same generation as the previous pirate king." The old man's grin only widened as he watched the two young men in his store.

That little tidbit of information was enough for both Francis and Itzal, "It's that old?! How did you get your hands on something like that?" Itzal spoke to the old man, surprised and curious as to how the hell he found something like that but Francis seemed to interrupted that train of thought.

"Now I recognize that symbol," Francis spoke softly causing both the others in the store to turn to him, even the little monkey Sherlock watched him from his position on the ceiling. "The flag belonged to a Yonkou of that era right?" His eyes focused on the old man, "During the time of Monkey D. Luffy' pirate king days, a Yonkou by the name Trafalgar D. Law, captain of the Heart pirates used that as their flag. He was apart of the supernovas of that era along with the pirate king himself." Francis stated as factually as possible, his expression showed his surprise at seeing the flag but also his intrigue, that flag had so much history behind it. From its origin as a symbol, the man who used it was the symbol of his crew and the vessel it was flown on.

Itzal was rather amazed to hear that from Francis although not surprised he'd know that, Francis was a rather intelligent person, much like Zarina, but to actually hear about the history behind a simple flag was astonishing considering what that flag had probably been through.

The old man just laughed at both the men in front of him, their interest in this story and the history of some of its oddities was rather heartwarming to see. To have others see value in what others might call garbage or trash.

But that also begged another question, why?

While he was grateful to meet both of them you didn't meet people like them very often so he was curious about them but that could wake for now.

"I have plenty of treasures from the Golden age of piracy!" The old shopkeep exclaimed, "from books and journals to flags and weapons, I even have a figurehead stored in the back."

"Do you have many books from that era?" Itzal asked. Francis had been about to ask that himself, history was a passion of his after all. Looks like he and Itzal were both interested in reading up on that era, partially for different reasons but a shared interest nonetheless. Passion and curiosity are powerful motivators.

"I have something here and there," The old man waved his hand back and forth, gesturing to a section of the shop wall that was filled from floor to ceiling with books, "But I'm afraid if you wish to learn about a more in-depth story of that era my wares aren't what you're looking for."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem for us, to be honest, any sort of information or documentation of that era would be of interest to me and I'm sure it would be to Itzal as well," Francis responded as he walked over to where the man had gestured, scanning a few of the book titles in an attempt to find the books they were discussing.

Itzal chuckled slightly, "He's right, I'd like to learn as much as possible about that era so anything about it would be nice, no matter how small." Sherlock leaped from his hanging position and landed on Itzals shoulder, Itzal gave him a soft pat on the head as he continued in a soft undertone, "The golden age of piracy was truly an era of dreams."

A smile formed on the mans face, a smile that said he'd just figured something out, a knowing smile, "A young man like yourself isn't something I see every day, a man passionate about an era of dreams? Sounds like you have a dream yourself." He raised an eyebrow at Itzal waiting for him to answer. Itzal and Francis noticed the smile but while Itzal didn't mind, Francis read deeper into his expression, although he didn't find anything really malicious behind it he still found it odd. The old-timer clearly saw something in Itzal that made him react this way.

"I do, an ambition above all others, something I wish to achieve even if I have to die for it when I get there," Itzal stated rather vaguely, odd for Itzal considering he's so straightforward and blunt but he was probably going to go into more detailed when questioned.

The old man's smile didn't falter, "Oh? What ambition might that be?"

"I'm going to become King of the Pirates!" Itzal stated with a bit of pride in his tone of voice, "To become Pirate King is an ambition that is near impossible to achieve which is why I want to do it. To achieve something so incredible would make it a life lived well."

Words Francis has come to expect from Itzal and his passion for a persons dreams, especially his own. A small fond smile formed on the ex-marines face, the young pirate had a way with words sometimes.

Although he wasn't a fan of Itzal just up and telling anyone who asks that he was a pirate.

However, the old man gave a boisterous laugh, "Oh boy, looks like I still got it." His eyes drifted to the young pirate, "I can see it in your eyes, the spirit of adventure and passion. I haven't seen that spark in anyone for years!" The old-timer laughed again but this time it was more tame and mellow. "It's good to see that in ya lad. Tell me, what are your names?"

"Bellow Itzal," Itzal nodded over toward Francis, "He's Rose Francis," he finally pointed toward the little monkey on his shoulder," And this little guy is Sherlock." Itzal introduced them all, a small smile plastered across his face as he did so.

"A pleasure to meet y'all, you can call me Tobuscus." The old man now known as Tobuscus introduced himself. "Now young man, you said your ambition was to become Pirate king correct? Well, that must mean you're a pirate, a captain by the sounds of it too." Tobuscus stated as he hopped down from his position on the counter, he, rather briskly for an older man, made his way across his store to where Itzal stood. Once there he gave the young pirate a once over. "Tell me, lad, what's the name of your crew?"

"The Sky Pirates." A simple reply to a simple question. Francis stood off to the side of the store surrounded by books, although he stopped searching through them, instead choosing to watch the exchange between his friend and the Tobuscus. It piqued his interest, not many people are intrigued by self-proclaimed pirates, especially ones that actually have bounties like Itzal, yet Tobuscus didn't seem to care. What made him believe Itzal was anything special?

"Oh? A new pirate crew then? I haven't heard that name before." The old man spoke aloud, not to anyone in particular.

"Yeah, we're a small crew officially." Itzal stated, "Although we have a few people traveling with us." Itzals' eyes glanced to Francis but he was also referring to the others too. Technically speaking the only crewmate that Itzal had was Rob, unless you counted Sherlock too.

"Ah, so a crew of the new generation then." Tobuscus put a hand to his chin, "Do you have a ship? A flag? A reputation?" He swiftly fired off three questions, little tidbits of information about the young man's crew.

"Well, we do have a ship. A really good one actually, it's called DayStrider. As for a reputation, I guess you could say we have," Itzal titled his head slightly and shifted on the spot in thought, "Only a few days ago my first mate and I were issued bounties, so I suppose we've earned a reputation in the eyes of the marines."

"This young lad gets more and more interest by the second." Tobuscus chuckled slightly before continuing, "It's impressive you've managed to piss off the marines and you've only just started. Well done." Needless to say, his reaction was odd to both the young men present, to be congratulated for receiving a bounty? Not something you'd hear very often.

The more time they spent speaking the more their opinion of him grew, for a start Itzal thought Tobuscus was an interesting old man, to have such a collection of treasures such as the ones in his shop. A man fascinated with pirates and their stories, something Itzal could appreciate as well. Francis would mostly agree with Itzals opinion but at the same time he was curious as to how and why the old man knew what he did, was he a retired scavenger? A former pirate? There was more mystery to Tobuscus one would expect from appearances alone.

"As for a flag, we don't have one." Itzal completed his answers to the trio of questions.

"You're a pirate without a flag?" Tobuscus asked incredulously, his expression clearly portraying his surprise at Itzals' answer. "How can you call yourself a pirate without something to represent it?"

"I just didn't have a chance to make one yet, is the flag really that important?" Itzal continued, he knew a flag was a symbol of a pirate crew but that was it, right?

"A flag is so much more lad!" Tobuscus exclaimed quickly, "A flag represents the crew and their passions and goals. It represents the crews ideals and what they truly believe in! To attack a flag is a direct attack on not only their crew but what they represent! A declaration of war! You need a symbol to show us your true colors."

Francis mulled over Tobuscus' words, he couldn't argue their wisdom. From his own experience, they were, a flag represented not only the organization but an ideal, even the marines didn't take an attack on their flag lightly. So it seemed it went both ways, marine and pirate.

Itzal too contemplated his words, if that truly was the case then what did Itzal want his crews flag to look like? Colors, design, symbolism. A small smirk appeared briefly across Itzals' face, "I think I've just figured that out."

"Alright, you don't have a flag but do you at least have a design in mind?" Tobuscus asked drawing the others from their thoughts.

This inquiry interested Francis as well, he'd heard of Itzals ideology before through his speeches and his drive but it would be intriguing to see what kind of symbolism Itzal would have in mind along with it but one thing he knew for certain was it was bound to be inspiring whether he meant it to be or not.

"I do actually," The smile on his face not faltering, "The flag I'd want would be on a sky blue background, a jolly roger skull with black hair and small clouds emanating from various parts of the skull. But instead of the typical crossbones that accompanies the skull, I'd want a pair of black wings either side of it." Itzal paused for a moment, his eyes were looking toward the old man but they didn't see him. Too busy with his own mind to even know what was directly in front of him. But Itzal continued regardless, "It would represent limitless freedom, the wings allowing you to sore through the skies, no amount of land or seas can stop you, no limits and nothing to tell you where you can and can't go. Truly free."

Francis looked down to the book he held in his hand, a stupid grin on his face. "Of course, freedom above all else."

Tobuscus was the same, a satisfied grin on his face. "A man after freedom and not power, I think I understand why you wish to become Pirate King."

"To seek the ultimate freedom," Itzal replied, it wasn't a question but it was a statement that deserved an answer.

"Well young men, I have to say it was an honor to meet you both you in my humble little shop. I haven't met anyone quite like either of you in a long time, so tell ya what. I'll give you something in return, come back to me before you leave and I'll give you some of my wares and books as a gift, how does that sound?" Tobuscus stated, surprising both men in the store.

"You'd just give away something so valuable?" Francis asked incredulously, "I'd be grateful for anything on history but are you sure you're willing to part with some of these old treasures?"

"It wouldn't be fair to take something from you like that." Itzal sided with Francis' statement.

"Nonsense, both of you saw value here, something nobody else really does. Something I've also grateful for, so knowing this, anything I'd give you would be used well." Tobuscus countered them both, putting up a hand to silence them both before either Itzal or Francis could counter, "Please, don't argue with me on this. I insist."

Itzal nodded to the old man after a quick glance over to Francis, who in turn nodded at Itzal as confirmation, "Thank you Tobuscus, we appreciate the gesture."

Tobuscus laughed to himself, "Alright, now then. Begone with the both of you! Allow me to gather what I plan to give you." There was a pause, neither Itzal nor Francis moved to leave immediately. "Go on! Scram! Return before you leave the island." Tobuscus shooed them toward the door, waving his hands at them.

This time they got the message, Francis left the book behind and they both swiftly moved to the entrance of the shop. Francis was the first through the door but paused as he and Itzal looked back to Tobuscus who was watching them both leave.

Both Itzal, Francis, and Sherlock gave a wave as they finally left the store, continuing on their exploration of Loguetown.

Wordlessly Tobuscus turned on the spot and made his way to the backroom of his shop toward his office. Once he entered he moved to his desk and pulled out a den den mushi, dialed it and waited.

A moment later a voice came through, "Tobuscus?" The voice asked but not really needing an answer, "I don't usually get a call from you when you're only a few streets away. What's this about?"

"I'd like to ask a favor of you if you don't mind," Tobuscus replied.

"With what exactly?" The slightly strained voice on the other side asked.

Tobuscus smirked for a moment, "Tell me, could you have a flag made by the end of the day?"


Arabella strolled down the streets of the still busy island of Loguetown, her thoughts contemplated what she'd heard earlier, just before she'd left the store she had helped the shopkeep move some of his weapons back to his vault as he explained the situation to her. Needless to say, she wasn't too pleased about what she'd heard. The story of Loguetown was so simple on the surface, the town was known as a stop-off point when entering the Grandline so the trade industry was booming, although Arabella already knew this from experience as a smuggler, she's delivered trade and smuggled goods to this town before so that's nothing new however she learned that despite the highly active trade route the security of this place was extremely low, only a few individuals protected the cargo and ships. She'd heard mention of individuals and pairs that were sometimes hired to protect conveys from pirates and bandits but those were few and far between, most conveys were left unguarded and as a result, attracted unwanted attention from a bandit clan from another island. While Arabella had experienced bandits attempting to raid conveys she commanded their attempts always failed simply because she was there to defend them.

What made matters worse was the fact Loguetown itself was unguarded, she'd learned that this town suffered from bandit attacks every so often which is already bad enough but the town didn't have any form of security to defend it. No official guard unit, no marines, and no hired mercenaries. Although there apparently were a few individuals that fought them off they were few and far between. Not much stood in their way and so a lot was stolen from the island whenever these bandits decided to raid.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much Arabella could do at the moment with mere information, the weapon store clerk just packed away his weapons whenever the town had gone too long without being raided, that didn't mean any bandits would be showing up soon.

But she had a gut feeling something was going to happen but she had other things to do currently. Her eyes drifted to the darkening sky above, some dark rain clouds had rolled in. It might not be raining at the moment but it wouldn't stay that way for long, Arabella couldn't shake the feeling something was coming.

For the time being, she'd have to go and locate Itzal and Francis and inform them of what she'd heard, mainly she wanted to warn them about the possibility of being ambushed on their travels to Reverse mountain. Although she kinda knew they could handle themselves if anything was to happen, herself and Itzal were there and from what the others had mentioned the injured redhead was just as strong as they were. Not much could hinder their travels with the three of them there, hell they only really needed one person to deal with bandit problems.

So Arabella continued to walk the streets searching for any clue as to where Itzal and Francis might be. But a simple thought crossed her mind.

"This was going to be an interesting day."


Zarina remained seated at Raphael finished preparing the surgical table and room, about twenty minutes had passed in silence and to be honest, Zarina was grateful for that, it gave her a moment's respite from her rampant thoughts. She had a lot on her mind the past few days but she's only had a few moments to breath and think things through, moments like this where she could just sit and think for herself peacefully were truly required and appreciated.

Zarina sat in the chair, arms and legs crossed, perfectly upright but her head was leaned back slightly tipping off the wall for support, her eyes drifting upwards in thought. "Perhaps Raphael knows an individual in town that can assist me, whether that is by smuggling me off this island in a direction I want to go or just supplying me until a better opportunity presents itself for me to leave." She hummed to herself for a moment, "Maybe I can be of assistance at this clinic and work here for a time, I don't like the idea of sailing with complete strangers." That thought alone poked at Zarina, she wasn't comfortable sailing with strangers yet she was perfectly fine with Itzal and the others. Her brows furrowed. Perhaps she thought of them as her friends then, which was odd considering she hadn't known them all that long. There was just something about them that kept her around, allowed her guard down more around them and yet she couldn't explain why logically.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Raphael, "Alright, everything is ready, just waiting on Benedict to return and clean up to begin." He explained to both Zarina and Rob, his attention shifted toward Rob who stood leaning against the doorway, although he discarded his shirt and left it lying on a chair. The only thing covering his chest were the bandages that wrapped his wound. "Please lay down so I can at least remove your bandages and clean you up beforehand." His hand gesturing to the surgical table in the center of the room.

Zarinas eyes lingered on Robs injury for a while longer, she felt her gut twist into a knot seeing his injury albite still covered. Zarina knew why, she just disliked the injury. She knew a wound like that is normally lethal and yet Rob was walking around with it and that's her problem. She didn't want to see someone she'd been traveled with thus far with such a bad injury.

But as she'd learned, Itzal and Rob were expecting this kind of thing along their journey and the worst part about it, they accepted it. Neither of them were afraid of the possibility of injury or death in their future, they expected to face it and fought to overcome it.

They both really were insane.

Yet she'd sailed with them, learned to not only respect but also care for them in such a short time, what did that say about her then?

Rob made his way over to the table, "I have only one request if you're going to operate." He stated as he reached the table.

"Of course, what might that be?" Raphael replied swiftly, he was rather obliging for someone he was going to be operating on.

"No anesthesia or any painkillers whatsoever throughout." Raphael looked a bit confused and worried, his eyes glanced to Zarina with concern and questioning gaze.

However, Zarina wasn't much help either. Her expression, although far more subtle, showed some concern while also being unsurprised. "Why is he so stupid…" That's all she could think of when she thought of Rob. All she wanted to do was sit him and Itzal down and thoroughly question them both about what goes through their heads. Her gaze turned back to Raphael and shrugged at him before turning away from the whole situation, although she was trying to distance herself from the situation she was seriously concerned about how Rob didn't want any pain relief medicine, she'd rather not have to hear any grunts and shouts of pain from him if they had to reopen the wound in certain places.

Seeing he wasn't getting any help, Raphael turned back to Rob and leaned back, released a small breath before speaking, "Alright, we'll operate without any drugs."

Rob smirked at the confirmation there would be no drugs involved in his surgery, "Cheers for that one." He gave Raphael a subtle nod before he sat on the table.

Just as he did the group heard the slamming of a door, while neither Rob or Zarina seemed to react, Raphael did.

"Benedict! That's you correct?" He called out from his position as he started to cut away at the stained bandages on his subject.

"Yeah, Doc, it's me!" A somewhat rough voice replied from within the building, a few bangs echoed through the clinic. He had probably dropped something, more than likely the things he'd been sent to gather from the town.

"You can abandon what you're doing right now, we have a patient here that needs our immediate attention, we need to operate," Raphael called out as he finished removing the bandages, tossing them to a nearby bin.

A few rapid steps later revealed a new figure in the doorway. This must be Schimdt Benedict.

He appeared to be twenty-four years of age and stood at roughly six-foot, one inch. Seemed to be of a decently toned but athletic build. He had short blonde hair on top, more faded on the sides, grey eyes. He had a strong jawline, rectangular facial features. He wore a black leather biker jacket with a red shirt underneath, ripped jeans, a pair of black combat boots and a combat knife attached to a leather belt. A few other trinkets to note was the fact he wore black glasses, both his ears were pierced with small black plugs, a leather watch on his left wrist and paracord bracelets on his right. A lion-shaped ring on his right index finger finished his look.

Benedicts grey eyes immediately fell toward Rob, eyes zoning in on his exposed wound. He seemed to be taken aback at seeing that wound, "What the fuck happened to you? Did you wrestle a sea king or something?"

While Zarina didn't seem that impressed by his statement it was Rob that beat her to a response. "Not quite, I wanted to see what would break first, my body or a blade of steel." Rob joked back, a smirk across his face, "Needless to say I won since I'm still here." He added at the end.

Zarina just rolled her eyes at his attempt at humor.

"I hope you at least made the sword bleed worse than you, I wouldn't exactly call that a fucking fair trade." Benedict countered his joke however their exchange was swiftly cut off by Raphael.

"Benedict, please." He began softly, "Go clean yourself and prepare for surgery, get some scrubs and join me quickly." His mentor instructed. Benedict nodded in response.

"I'll be right back." Benedict swiftly moved past the group to a back room, probably some kind of clean up room. Clean themselves and their equipment back there.

"That was interesting," Rob spoke aloud as he lay himself down on the surgical table, his eyes fell to Zarina in her seat. "You gonna be okay over there?" He asked, his voice at least showing some sort of concern, "You sure you can handle blood?"

Zarina shook her head, "I'll stay as long as I can but if you start yelling pain I'm honestly not sure how much of that I can take." While she was by no means squeamish, blood was a natural thing after all but she'd rather avoid watching Rob bleed all over the table and the fact he wanted to avoid any form of anesthesia still irked her but she'd deal with it for now.

Rob threw up a thumbs up at her response, "Let's get this over with." He stated calmly, too calmly for someone about to go through painful surgery.

This man was insane.


Off on the top of the biggest hill just outside Loguetown itself stood a small wooden tower that wrapped around a large tree, twisting and turning all the way up it, the building itself could be described as a mix of a tower and a treehouse. Entirely made of wood although it was better built than one might imagine, it was a dream treehouse really.

Despite that the structure itself was both strong and oddly enough well hidden among the trees, you had to walk right up to the tree to really notice the structure as a whole but what stood out most about this little outpost was its vantage point. At the treehouse was a small lookout point where one could view the sea from any direction, you had a clear view of the ocean no matter which way you looked.

A young man emerged from within the structure onto one of the balconies, the one located at the top of the crows nest. The young man looked to be nineteen years old, he had scraggly blonde hair, dark blue eyes, his features were soft like that of someone who hasn't faced harsh conditions yet he had a scar over his lip as if someone had sliced his lips with a blade. His outfit consisted of a grey and red long coat, a black shirt under his jacket, grey trousers, a red scarf that covered most of his neck and black boots. On his back, he had a rifle held tightly, a custom rifle. The front of the rifle had a blade hanging from the bottom of the barrel. If held a certain way the rifle could be wielded as a scythe. A weapon that could be used as a scythe and a rifle.

The young man pulled out his spyglass and eyed one of the coasts, scanning for any ships out in the distance. Once he'd made sure that coast was clear he moved to another balcony and did the same.

"Crow!" A feminine voice called out from below causing the male to look down to a balcony below his. This obviously meant the young man's name was Crow seeing as he responded to it.

On the floor below his stood a young woman, roughly the same age at the male, Crow, was. She had dark black, slightly ruffled, hair that when down to her mid-back, her eyes were a piercing vibrant red, her features were soft just as Crows were but she also had a small scar of her own on her left eyebrow. She wore a pair of black and red boots, red trousers with leather straps across various parts of her legs. Her torso, which was rather well endowed, was wrapped in a more traditional samurai robe with gauntlets on both forearms and shoulder guards as armor. On her hip, strapped to her belt, was two katanas. Both weapons looked elegant and well crafted. Clearly they must both be graded swords however that was something learn more about later on. To finish off her look she wore a mask, the mask was mostly white with red streaks across it in a pattern. The creature the mask resembled was that of a dragon, fangs flared and ready to attack.

"What's the report?" The woman asked, her tone clean-cut and rather professional sounding.

Crow shifted on the spot as he placed a hand on the railing, "Still checking but clear so far." Crow replied to the woman although he sighed at the end of his statement. "I don't like it Raven, it's been longer than usual."

The woman now identified as Raven nodded in agreement, "It's odd for those bandit scum to be gone for so long, that might not bode well." Her tone relaying her composure and control.

"I don't like it," Crow continued, his eyes staring out to sea. "Something big is coming, we pissed them off quite badly last time." Their last exchange with bandits had been quite brutal in all honesty.

"Not much we can do about it." Raven replied, "Let's just prepare ourselves as best we can." Ravens stance remained rigid and stiff, like that of a soldier. Her gaze fell away from her friend.

Crow just shook his head at Ravens dismissive response. "We can only prepare so much, I at least hope Benedict might join the fight with us if things went down." Crow thought to himself before opening his spyglass once again.

Minutes pass in silence before Crow spots something close by the island. He focused his spyglass closer on the ship that was nearing the docks of Loguetown. "Fuck! They're that close?! When did they manage to get that close without me spotting them?!" Crow pocketed his spyglass swiftly after spotting the ship nearing the docks. "Raven!" he called to his friend as he jumped down to her side, "We need to move, the bandits are here!" He stated as he rapidly descended the tower, Raven didn't waste time responding and followed him just as quickly as he was moving.

Both young adults began to run toward Loguetown, weapons ready for a fight they both knew was coming.

A raid was coming.


And here's another chapter, I'll try get another one out soon too. At least Loguetown is picking up pace, hopefully, the next chapter will have some action as well. I'll try put more effort into the next two chapters to try and wrap this arc up sooner.

At least this chapter served to introduce a few important characters so that's a plus.

Not much to say this AN so that's it.

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

AlcatrazDGold - Peace!