They arrived at Shirlick Island just on schedule. They docked at a nearby rock and hid from the official port. They would get rooms at the place until the day the plan was set to take place. Rustage ordered April to hide with the ship but to be ready for his word at a second's notice so that they could escape in case of an emergency. The rest of the 23 members got on the card platforms and sneaked onto the dock. They blended in with a group of sailors.

Looking out, they saw dozens of marine vessels. Some of them were huge and racked with dozens of cannons while others were decked to the brim with marines. Captains and commodores barked orders to their men as they inspected shops and set patrolmen every inch of the place. There in the center of it all was a tall man with a striped yellow and white suit. He was huge and loomed over everyone. Jones was taller than him but still, his presence struck fear in all of them. He was casually lounging around a few crates. Playing with cards, probably solitaire.

Next to the marines there were two guitar players with a hat on the floor, trying to out play the other in a friendly competition. One of them had wavy black hair and a cigarette in his mouth . He was doing his best to sing without having to remove his cigarette but gave up and spit it on the floor. He had a plaid shirt on a puffy hat on his head. He looked a little dirty and had a stubble on his chin. The most striking thing however was the patch on his guitar. The guitar itself was brown but the patch was white with black letters. The letters spelled: 'This machine kills Celestial dragons'. The other man had brown tanned skin and brown curly hair. He had black sunglasses on and a white suit. He was singing also, however he was singing in a language none of the pirates could recognize. He appeared to be singing with much passion and his guitar sung a beautiful melody. The marines walked up to them and told them to quiet down. Then one of them saw the patch on one of the guitars and both of them were immediately arrested. The man in the white suit had a dog next to him and clearly was blind.

The crews walked over to buildings that offered rooms. They went to the really cheap joints that were cleared up due to the heavy marine presence. It took a few tries before they could find a place where they wouldn't be asked questions.

"I'm going to go walking," Hiding said, throwing on his calico jacket.

"Try not to be seen" Roger called after him

"I need to give all the den den mushi word of what they are to do. Don't worry I'll stay hidden" He answered as he walked out. Roger nodded as he sharpened his swords. He hated having to leave his precious swords but he couldn't risk losing them in the marine base. They were going to strike that same day so that it wouldn't be as suspicious. If people reported that they had stayed a couple of days before raiding the place it could give Kizaru some sort of idea.

Roger, 2spooky, Hiding, King, Stripes and Reagen walked to where the marines were. Then they charged at a nearby merchant vessel, along with some low life thugs that decided they also wanted some sort of stake in whatever spoils they could get from the ship. Clearly they assumed that if the crew was going to attack so close to marines that they wouldn't need to be worried about being caught. Marines charged from the nearest ship to defend the merchant ship. Hiding pulled out his cutlass from his back and lopped off the head of the nearest marine. Reagen pulled out her pistols and started shooting whatever moved. Roger coated his hands in acid but didn't fire concentrated blasts to keep his true ability on the downlow. King brought his glaive and was going wild. He jumped on the merchant ship and cut down anyone who approached him. Mostly he cut down the thugs who had joined them but he also swung at deckhands who made the mistake of approaching him. Stripes kept his body hidden in his robes but did shoot his leg out to kick a marine or two. They had to fight for a while but not appear too strong. Reagen would miss on purpose just to appear as a worse shot while Roger let himself get hit a few times when he felt like it would make the show more convincing. King kept his glaive low to the ground and didn't try and cut up the mast of the ship as a show of strength. Hiding was never known as a powerhouse in the battle field so he just fought at his normal strength and 2spooy refused to miss on purpose as it would compromise his ability as first mate, though he did actually miss a few times. By the time a large number of soldiers and even one or two captains came; Roger was faking exhaustion. King was back on the deck covered in others blood, though the marines didn't know that. Reagen was exaggerating a bullet wound that she had mostly stopped with her armament haki. Hiding was sheathing his sword, stripes was simply sitting down and spooky was using his rifle as a club. When a tall man with a goatee demanded they drop their weapons they immediately complied and put their hands up.

The marine base was very cold. The cells were even colder. King was stripped of glaive and worst of all was sober. He was feeling the effects of his three month hangover setting in. Roger had sea stone cuffs on as did spooky. They were all in a rather large cell. Well except for Hiding who was fighting some marines from outside the cell door. Two marines were holding his arms as he jerked from side to side. Another one came up running to him only to get kicked in the stomach. He loosened his left arm and punched the marine holding his right. He turned around and kicked one of the marines in the ribs before shoving his elbow into the nose of the one he had kicked in the stomach. Two more marines came up running and Hiding put up his arms. One of them didn't have a gun so he ran up to him, also brandishing his fists. The marine swung at his head, Hiding ducked and drove his fist into the man's stomach. However at that moment he got grabbed by the shoulder and held by behind his back. One marine ran up and hit Hiding in the chest with the butt of his rifle. Hiding was released and he took a knee. All the marines were now standing and one ripped off the bag on his head. He lunged forward at the man who took off his bag. Not seeing the butt of the same marine rifle hitting him in the head. He staggered and put his hands over his face. After a good kick to the side he was thrown into the cell and heard the door shut behind him.

"You know I said to make it convincing but you went pretty hard th-" Roger said before he fell silent. Hiding took the hands of his face and looked at his crew. They all fell silent but spared him their pity. On his face, plain as day, was the hoof of a dragoon. It ran over his left cheek and over his nose and forehead. Hiding looked to the floor in shame. He took off his shirt and tried in vain to wrap it around his head. The cloth kept falling apart and he desperately tried to keep it up. As it kept falling down, he grew more frantic. In desperation he threw his shirt on the floor and clutched his face.

"What a fucking joke, a stragesist who can't even tie a bloody mask over his head. Shit…" He was frustrated and tried not to look at his crew.

"No te preocupes hijito, todo estará bien" said a voice from the end of the cell. Everyone looks out in confusion. No one understood the language.

"Don't listen to the blind man, I have no idea what he has been trying to say." Came a different, rougher voice from the same direction. "Hey don't worry about that scar kid…"

"Who are you two?" Roger asked.

"Just a pair of traveling guitar players...Could you spare some cutter brother?"

"We don't have any money either" 2spooky answered

"Don't worry about it," The man answered. "What's the point of worrying when you could be celebrating?"

"Celebrating what?" Roger mused.

"...The world nobles all falling from grace, what else" He answered

"Are you a revolutionary?" Reagan asked with her head tilted to the side.

"Probably" he responded.

"El mundo no necesita dragones, solo necesita buena música." The other man said

"Shut up, no one knows what you're saying" the man said as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Listen mates, this land is mine and this land is yours...the world doesn't belong to anyone. The holy land will listen to my guitar as it crumbles into the ocean."

"That must be quite a song if it can play for the fall of heavens" Roger said.

"It's not a song that one would sing to dance to or one would sing to a child" The man said.

"Then what is it for?" Roger asked.

"To...cry" The blind man said. He had a heavy accent when he said it and then started to play.

"Why would you listen to music to cry?" Asked Spooky.

"That's the difference mate. Your machines kill and pillage. The marine's machines commit genocide and erase history. Our machines make you cry...And they also slay dragons." The man stopped talking and started playing his guitar in tune with the blind man.