The Tragedy of the Fishman Brothers

Simon stared on at the insane scene unfolding before him. While it was almost definite that the man known as 'Air Sword' Burakku had no reason for protecting either Simon or Ridley, he still seemed to have a sort of resignation towards screwing the Marines up as much as possible. Burakku was by some strange ability slicing through the incoming Marines without his sword ever leaving his side. There would be a moment where it seemed like the tension was palpable while Burakku prepared his slash. The next second there would be a horrible drawn out scream as the Marines around them fell down to the ground with blood spraying all about them.

'Air Sword' Burakku was just demonic as the stories said he was. His coffee cup remained comfortably in his hand despite the fact that his sword was apparently slicing through dozens of men. However, for those with skilled eyes they'd notice the truth was much more horrifying than that. He strode forward through the field and looked over the battlefield. He took another tentative sip as he looked over at the closest Marine ship. There was a slight movement in his hand as the ship once more took a direct hit, slicing straight into the side of the ship nearly causing it to capsize.

Burakku froze for a second, twisting his entire body around to face the URA. He sensed something coming up from the bottom of the pit. Burakku smiled as he tightened his focus once more. The tension once more grew thick and Simon scrambled back again, nearly bumping into Ichi who was also frozen in fear. He definitely wasn't prepared for the Buster Call. Simon could tell by the look on his face that the fear was greatly weighing down on him, he didn't even to notice that Ridley was still on the ground, slowly coming to.

Burakku let his sword-less slash out once more. The air whipped around viciously, beginning at Burakku and ending at the door. All the flames in between Burakku and the door were blown away with apparently little effort on his part as he took another tentative sip from his coffee mug. He took another few steps toward the door. He waited, his attention becoming focused solely on the door. The Marines around him didn't concern him…more importantly Ichi and Ridley didn't matter to him. Ichi, breaking the spell that had held him frozen for the past few seconds, dove down, scooping Ridley up and rushing to the ship.

The door swung open and Mikoto stumbled out. He was still shaky on his feet, he cursed the fact that Trevor was such a tough pirate and the fact that he just traveled up about sixteen flights of stairs and now he had to traverse a war zone to get to his ship. Mikoto walked forward only about half aware of what was going on around him. He took a few steps forward and bumped into a mass of flesh. He paused for another few seconds as he tried to figure what he just crashed into. His eyes were half gazed over and his own red blood completely covered one of them. He directed his sight upwards and found Burakku smiling and looking down at him.

"Looks like someone is possibly a strong little punk. You must've drunk lots of coffee when you were young," said Burakku. "I thought Trevor was down there in the room. You see him?" Burakku made another step forward, wrapping his arm around Mikoto's shoulder and pulling him in tight like they were friends. Out of the corner of his eye he found another cannon ball fly towards him. The cannon ball was split in two before it hit the ground, the two halves smashed into the opposite side of Burakku.

"I beat him," said Mikoto as he struggled forward another inch. He pushed Burakku off of him, Burakku was standing there smiling as he looked at the little kid struggle forward. Burakku's hand, for the first time since he landed on the island, went to his sword's hilt. Like a flash he drew his sword and aimed it at Mikoto. "I'm leaving," Mikoto muttered as he took a brief second to look back at Burakku and his sword, he had no energy to fight with him. He was lucky he didn't crash into the ground.

Burakku smirked as he returned his sword to his sheath, lifted his hands into the air, signaling his own defeat to the kid's spirit and walked away. He was sure they'd meet again later down the road. He would just wait…besides as Burakku turned around and looked at the URA, which was still up in flames he realized something. He realized something when he had heard that Trevor had been defeated. This place was dead, probably had been for awhile. This may have been his home, the place where he designed and perfected his sword techniques, but it was only a shell of its former glory. Burakku drew his sword once more, stood still facing the URA. "You were my second favorite coffee joint." He ripped his sword through the air, sending a ripple of an air wave crashing towards the URA. The ripple hit it with immense force, splitting it into hundreds of pieces. Burakku smiled as he looked over at the Marine ships. "Congrats folks, mission accomplished. Drink yourselves a congratulatory cup of coffee."

Mikoto was still shambling off towards the ship when Ichi bent down and lifted him up as well Ridley. "One express ticket aboard Ichi to your ship!" Mikoto looked him oddly for a second. Mikoto had never met this Fishman before, the fact that he was offering him a ride to his ship was suspect at best, but Mikoto was too tired to fight with him. Ichi raced off towards the ship, his strong legs carried him there quickly.

"Sanada! Bridge!" commanded Nito. The ship was currently separated from the dock and since Mikoto was a Devil Fruit user already on the brink of death, he didn't think it would be very kind to nearly drown him. Sanada nodded and reached out over towards the dock, offering Ichi a lift.

There was a moment of complete silence as a cannon fired. Sanada's body went limp, his arms splashed into the sea sinking quickly. The rest of his body faltered for a second as he slowly fell down and smashed into another nearby dock, sending the wooden planks flying through the ground. The cannon ball hit him squarely in the chest, drilling its way through and coming out the other side. The ocean around him slowly become a tainted red. You could hear Nito and Ichi's conjoined scream for probably islands over.

Zesiro rushed to the side of the boat and into the water, ignoring his own strenuous injuries. He swam next to Sanada and managed to drag him to the shore. His eyes immediately fell upon the open, bleeding, and horrific wound. He paused for a few seconds, taking deep breaths as he scurried over the wounds, inspecting it again. He didn't know what he was expecting to find…it wasn't a flesh wound or a paper cut it was the entrance wound for a cannon ball. Zesiro could almost crawl through it. Zesiro looked up at Nito who was still on the dock, frozen stiff in horror.

Zesiro looked at Sanada, at a loss of what to do. Should he just leave Sanada here? For his body to be ravaged by the remainder of the Buster Call and whatever other god-knows-what experiments to be done to him? It was a sickening thought, but the alternative was to somehow he get him on the ship and hope the rickety old thing didn't sink with the entire crew aboard it. Zesiro took another second to look up at Nito and Ichi, whose eyes were plastered to their brother, refusing to budge. Zesiro closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to take over the situation.

"Get moving, Ichi!" he barked, snapping Ichi out of his trance and making him continue with his jaunt to the ship, although his eyes still didn't waver much from Sanada's dead body. "Nito, give Ichi a hand!" Nito's feet seemed trapped in the mud for a few more seconds and Zesiro wondered if he had heard him, just as he was about to shout again Nito got his motor going and went to help out Ichi with Mikoto and Ridley. Zesiro nodded as he turned his head further up the ship and locked eyes with Enma. Without even saying a word Zesiro knew Enma would understand what he was asking. Could Sanada be saved?

Enma looked at the wound from his spot on the ship. Even from this distance he could make it out clearly. While maybe a giant had the proper abilities to fix them up, Enma couldn't. The hole was bigger than any others he ever had the pleasure of dealing with. Much, much bigger. Gunshot wounds weren't pleasurable to seal up, but now he was faced with something from a cannon? There was no way he could something that monumental up without proper equipment and probably a team of doctors. Enma sighed as he shook his head. Sanada wasn't going to make it.

Enma could analyze it plenty from this distance. He could make out the entry wound, it was horrible formed. The skin was torn in a myriad of directions, which meant it would take awhile for it to heal naturally. Of course, the place of entry was even more concerning, in the chest it probably would've pierced and broken a rib and then hit a vital organ as it exited. From where Enma was standing, though, he would say he was lucky. It looked like it didn't break any ribs and possibly only nicked the lung, but that still didn't mean he'd survive.

"He's going to die in pain, a pain much like a bad cup of coffee," said Burakku as he appeared next to Zesiro and looking down at the poor Wotan. He drew his sword and pointed it back at the URA, "I had to destroy my home in order to move on. It is up to you to kill your friend so he can move on. It is not a pleasant thought, but…it must be done. Or are you still foolishly clinging to the hope that he can brought back to life?"

Zesiro turned away from Burakku, who didn't seem too interested in fighting him. Zesiro looked back to where Enma used to be, but he left and headed back down into the ship. Zesiro muttered something beneath his breath before turning his attention back over to his dying friend. "If you are too afraid to drink the cup of coffee you made," offered Burakku turning, "I'll gladly guzzle it down for you." Burakku brought his sword swinging around and gently poked at Sanada's sword.

Zesiro rushed in blocking the sword, but paused as he looked down at Sanada. Despite having a sword gently prodding his flabby neck, he didn't respond, his eyes didn't even flutter themselves open. Zesiro looked over at the bay. More Marine ships were starting to flock to the island. They had no time to waste. If he was going to…if he was going to kill Sanada he needed to do it now.

Burakku pushed him aside and took his spot. "Go," he muttered, "those who can't stomach the bittersweet taste have no right to sail these seas. I'll handle this awful pot." Zesiro looked over Sanada once more and then dove into the water swimming to his ship. He got on the ship and took control of the ship. He propelled the ship from the dock, leaving behind this awful place. He chose not to remain here any longer. The ship exited from the bay sailing as quickly as it could in one direction.

Something stopped the ship a few seconds away from the dock. Zesiro twisted around to look behind him and almost immediately without any questions he knew what was holding him back. Lots of black tendrils had stretched out from the dock and onto the ship, stopping any forward movements and slowly starting to pull it back into the harbor.

"You hurt Trevor-sama!" screeched the man on the dock, Duncan. "I'll make you pay for that! No one hurts Trevor-sama! No one hurts Trevor-saammmaaaaa!"

One Tragedy After Another

I warned you. Not everything is getting off of this island alive. It sucks that it is poor Sanada who won't be making it...or is there someone else as well?

Duncan's anger...I'm really not sure how it came out, but I'm afraid it came out wrong...he is extreme loyal to Trevor and that is it, nothing else. I'm afraid it came out more like an insane love...in which case you guys are reading it wrong. If it didn't read like that before, but now it does...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pollute your minds.

Next up, important changes. The poll on my profile page will be taken down when I upload the next chapter, so if you still want your voice to be heard. Vote now. Secondly, one of the ongoing complaints of Saga is that the chapters tend to be a tad short. I'm going to try expanding them starting with chapter 151 by 1000 words (They are currently only 2000 words long) and see how it feels. If I don't like it or I get too many negative reviews concerning this I'll go back to 2000 word chapters.