Days have passed since Megalo, Siren, and the other Chimera's creations. Jack had achieved many grand successes, but many more failures. The "cargo" had dwindled dramatically. The hold looked practically empty. However, on the deck of the ship, many powerful Chimera's were tending to the ship.

A pod of Sea Chimeras, led by Megalo himself, were hunting in the waters around them. They were either hunting for a meal for Tanya and some of the other Chimeras under her command to cook, or a new breed of sea creature that Jack has yet to make into a Chimera.

Hawkman was leading a flock of Sky Chimeras. He was given the same objective as Megalo, with the added responsibility of surveillance. The Sky Chimeras were flying beautifully, before Hawkman screeched, which made them all disperse in an almost artistic fashion. They all came back into the flock a few minutes later, all carrying different types of birds in their beaks. Oddly enough, most of the birds they had were the kinds they were turned into.

Siren was in Vlad's room, serenading the captain with her beautiful voice. However, she eventually got tired, and actually lulled herself to sleep. When Vlad noticed the lack of music, and looked to see the artificial Siren sleeping, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

Tanya was in the kitchen, cooking with the Feline Chimeras, while Hoarfen was training the Canine Chimeras... while also dealing with the Puppy Chimeras.

A few days ago, the Bloody Pirates ran across two different trading ships. One was filled to the brim with every kind of canine the world had to offer, including wolves; while the other had every type of feline, from small domestic to large predator. After slaughtering the traders, the Bloody Pirates took each and every animal. It took him a while, and cost the lives of many slaves, but Jack was able to create every type of Canine and Feline Chimera; while still saving at least a tenth of the original prisoners alive. True, he killed more humans and animals than he created Chimeras... but no one in the Bloody Pirates really gave a shit.

All that mattered was that the Bloody Pirate's Chimera army got that much stronger... and the fact that Jack needs some more test subjects. Nothing a few slave ship raids couldn't fix.

Oddly enough, many of the Chimeras enjoyed their new bodies. Most of them were allowed to keep their minds and personalities after being convinced by Jack's silver tongue, and they now practically worship him for giving them power they couldn't even imagine. True, there were still some slaves who were strongly opposed to being made into literal monsters, but lobotomy fixed that problem.

Besides, after seeing the strength and power of the Chimeras, many of the slaves begged to be the next Chimera. The children were the first to be turned, since Vlad thought they would grow even more powerful than they are now if turned at a young age. Seeing the power of the children, many of the adults either went mad for power, or went insane from fear. The ones who wanted power were useful. The ones laced with fear... were fed to Hoarfen... and the Canine Chimeras.

The Canines were at first averse and disgusted at the thought of eating other humans, but after Hoarfen finally convinced them to eat it, they became addicted. They still like to eat regular food, but cannibalism is their preferred meal.

Tanya was opposed to this, and instead taught the Feline Chimeras basic cooking techniques. Many of them were naturals, and were very skilled chefs. Tanya hardly does any cooking anymore. She mostly oversees them, just in case any of them still plan on poisoning the crew's food. She caught one Chimera trying to do that once, and slashed him to ribbons... in front of everyone. She made it worse by having them watch Hoarfen and his Chimeras happily eating the tattered remains of the corpse.

The Bloody Pirates were truly feared... and even respected by their Chimera army.

Many days had passed since Siren's creation, since the creation of many of the Chimeras. They had been sailing towards an island that Vlad thought would be ideal for the Paradise Base. However, many of the crew members, including Vlad himself, were getting anxious and impatient. Then, it finally happened.

The German Shepherd Chimera, located on the Crow's Nest, began to howl. It was the signal for land being spotted.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Vlad looked up from his maps, his crimson eyes starting to glow. Little Siren began to stir, and noticed her captain leaving the room, and followed him. Tanya and her Feline Chimera's stopped their cooking, their claws prime. Hoarfen and his Canine Chimera's ran to the bow, their fangs present in their feral smiles.

Even Jack, who was in his crudely made lab, looked up. He put down his pen, and carefully closed his book. He walked away from the table, leaving behind his book. It was a book filled with ideas for a future project. It even had a title:

Project Homunculus


Everyone was now on deck, staring at the islands.

"An archipelago, huh," Hoarfen observed.

"Yes. I thought it would be best to have multiple large islands than just one. Obviously, the largest one will be the main base. Hoarfen, you sense the one with the most life, correct?"

"Yeah."

"That one belongs to you and your Chimeras."

"Ooh, nice."

"Tanya, you will have the one with the most variety of ingredients."

"I can live with that."

"Jack, you'll have the one with the most... material."

"Ooh, lovely."

"Megalo, you and the Sea Chimeras scour the waters of the islands. If you find anything useful, report it to me, Hoarfen, Tanya, or Jack."

"Sir," Megalo said with a salute.

"After you're done doing that, the waters are yours and the Sea Chimeras to do with as you please."

Megalo bowed. "Thank you, Captain." With that, Megalo jumped into the waters, followed by the rest of the Sea Chimeras.

"No hesitation. Good. Now then, Hawkman, you and the other Sky Chimeras are to analyze the island from the skies. Alert anything strange you see from the main island to any of the islands surrounding it, except for that one." Everyone looked towards where Vlad was pointing.

"Hm? What makes that island so special," Hoarfen asked.

"I'm going to explore that island personally."

"You, Vladdy?" Jack looked towards that particular island, and began to concentrate. "Ah, this spirit. Could it be?"

"It's what I'm going to find out."

"You sensed him the moment we arrived, didn't you," Jack asked.

"I did."

Wondering what their captain and doctor were talking about, Hoarfen and Tanya began to concentrate.

Hoarfen whistled. "There's someone pretty powerful over there."

"A Level Six inmate," Tanya asked.

"Indeed. Someone I'm actually personally acquainted with."

"He was once a cellmate of mine and Vladdy's."

"Oh, so you know this guy," Hoarfen said with his arms crossed.

"Will he be a problem, Vlad," Tanya asked.

"It's what I'm about to find out. Now, it's time for us to fulfill our duties. Dismissed!" With that, the ship was completely empty in a flash.


Vlad landed on the island where he sensed the powerful presence. He didn't see anyone yet, so he explored the island. As he walked, the aura was growing larger and stronger. Then, he reached the other side of the island. What he saw was magnificent.

A ship, just a tad smaller than the one he stole, but far more artistic. The sails were not to large or too small. Just right to make the ship sail at the perfect speed for it's size. Vlad saw that there were cannons on both the sides, and even the hull of the ship. The hull had a special type of cannon. One that had three barrels. They were obviously able to rotate. The wood looked powerful, and seemed to almost glow in the sunlight. Vlad walked up, touched it, and felt that it was the rare Adam Wood. He has only felt this wood once. When he was on Roger's ship. It was a magnificent vessel. And that was only the outside. He could only imagine how grand it looked within.

"You're skills are even greater than you how you described, Phemus."

"Glad to see you approve, Vlad."

Vlad looked behind him, and smiled. "You've barely aged, old friend."

A man who looked to be nearing his fifties walked out of the shadows, his muscular arms crossed. He was a powerful looking man, his body practically made of muscle. He had strong, sharp, black eyes that looked to be able to pierce steel. His hair was wild and wavy, but looked to be receding. He had an impressive beard that actually reached his chest. He looked like a man out of Greek Mythology itself.

"Hmph, and you seem to have gotten younger. It seems Jack was not lying to me after all."

"Has Jack ever lied, Phem?"

The man sighed. "Not yet, I suppose." Vlad chuckled. "So, what brings you here?"

"Ah. Well, after I escaped, I somehow created a crew. I'm rebuilding the Bloody Pirates, it seems. Jack is my doctor. I also have two other Level Six inmates. They're quite powerful."

"I see. That still doesn't answer my question."

"Well, I thought it would be necessary to have a base of operations in Paradise before entering the New World. This archipelago just so happened to be what I was looking for. I never imagined it would have such an exquisite bonus."

"Bonus?"

Vlad chuckled. "We both know what I mean, Paul."

"You want me to join your crew?"

"Why not? A good crew always needs a talented shipwright. You fit that mold perfectly. Besides, your inventions and creations would also be a great asset. You are a legendary blacksmith, right?"

"Once upon a time. Still, I'm afraid I will have to decline."

"Oh?"

"I'm done with the pirate life. I plan on enjoying as much freedom as I have."

"Really? You have no ambitions?"

"None to speak of."

"Not even to get revenge against them?"

"Hm?" Paul looked see what Vlad meant, and saw a Marine Battleship in the distance, heading towards the island.

"I know you hate losing, Paul. I could hear the absolute hatred and fury in your voice whenever you would tell me about how you were sent into Impel Down in the first place. You may have killed your old crew mates, but the ones who captured you are still alive, right?"

Paul didn't answer, but Vlad could see the rage in his eyes and saw him tightening his grip. "Hmph. It doesn't matter." Paul began to walk away. "Those fools don't even want to capture us, remember? They would rather retain their unblemished reputation by letting us roam freely rather than let the world know of our escape. I'm going to enjoy my freedom as long as I c-"

Paul stopped abruptly, and Vlad knew why. He looked towards the battleship, closing in on them. "Now there's a presence I haven't felt in a long time. I never expected to see John Giant, of all people."

"Vlad."

"Hm?"

Vlad looked to see Paul, his face shadowed, but a powerful aura surrounding him. "You can have the subordinates." Paul then lifted his face. It was still shadowed, but a large, glowing red eye appeared...in the center of his face. "But Giant is mine."

Vlad looked at his old cellmate... and smiled. "Deal."


"Vice Admiral John, we're nearing the island!"

"Be prepared, men! We don't know who's ship that is. It doesn't look like a civilian vessel, and most certainly isn't in any of the Navy's records."

"A pirate ship, Vice Admiral?"

"More than likely." The marines then landed on the island. "Inspect the ship."

"Sir!" The men were about to board the ship. However, before they could reach the boarding plank, they were crushed by a boulder that was flung towards them. It crushed them upon landing, a bloody puddle forming around the stone.

"What?!"

"Where did that come from?!"

"Stay away from my ship."

The marines looked towards the voice. They all saw a very muscular man, but John Giant saw something that made his eyes widen in shock. "No. Not you. Why did it have to be you?"

"Sir, who is that?" The marine looked up towards the Vice Admiral, and saw something surprising.

John Giant looked afraid.

"That man... is The Blacksmith Cyclops, Paul 'Paulie' Phemus."

The marines were shocked. "B-But that's impossible!"

"The reports stats that you and the other giant Vice Admirals killed Phemus!"

John gripped his palm. "We... had no choice but to make a false report. It was an order from Sengoku himself. We couldn't kill Phemus. He was too powerful. All we could do was subdue him. . . . And we even bribed his crew to help." The marines were shocked.

"And that cost them their lives." The marines looked at Paul. "I crushed them like the treacherous cockroaches they were." The marines were horrified by that fact. Paul then glared at John. "Now that they're dead, I suppose I need to finish what I started, and kill you and the other eight giants that defeated me."

The marines gasped. "He took on all eight members of the Giant Squad?!"

"That's impossible!"

"Vice Admiral John was apparently with them! One man fought nine giants?!"

"What is this guy?!"

"Men!" They all looked at John. "Commandeer Phemus's ship! He must not leave this island! At the very least, one of you needs to head back to HQ, and receive permission to issue a Buster Call!"

The last part of the order alone let the men know just how dangerous Paulie Phemus really was. "Sir!" Some of the men ran as fast as they could to the ship. They had just about reached the boarding plank.

Then, they were impaled.

John and the surviving men looked at the sight in shock. At first, the marines thought Phemus had made a trap. Considering his reputation as the Blacksmith Cyclops, it was easy to assume that. However, John was able to see that the spikes were crimson in color.

"Too bad." The men looked up, and John turned white. "But marines have no permission to board this ship."

"Who is that?"

"A boy?!"

"He looks to be in his late twenties."

"Is he a new recruit of Paulie's?"

"No. Why? Why did it have to be you?" The marines looked at John, and saw that he looked even angrier... and even more terrified than when he saw Paulie. "WHY ARE YOU FREE, VLADIMIR TEPES?!"

"The Vice Admiral knows him?"

"He sounds so... scared."

"Is he a criminal?"

Vlad chuckled. "What kind of greeting is that, John? We haven't seen each other in, what, fifty-four years? You haven't changed at all in that time. The same giant Vice Admiral that was only a tiny bit of fun to fight. I wonder... are you still afraid of me... boy?"

"Is this guy insane?"

"Fifty-four? He doesn't look nearly that old."

"Isn't the Vice Admiral over a hundred years old?"

"Where does this guy get the nerve of calling him a boy?"

"Men, I want you all to retreat immediately!" The marines were shocked by that order. "These men are far too powerful! We can't handle them! Full retreat!"

The marines were hesitant at first, but they respected John too much to disobey him. "Sir, yes, sir!" They then tried to run away.

However, a wall of blood as tall as John himself appeared before them.

"As if I would let you lot run away that easily." The marines looked at Vlad, resting his head on the palm of his hand, a nonchalant smile on his neutral face.

"Vlad."

"Hm?"

"Remember our deal," Phemus said, his face shadowed.

"You deal with John Giant in any way you see fit, while I handle his subordinates. I haven't forgotten. I just didn't want them to escape. Giant's all yours."

"Good." Paul then looked up... showing a single large eye on his face. "Glad you honor your agreements." Then, Paul started to grow. He kept growing larger and larger, until he was as tall as John himself.

At least, that's what the marines thought at first.

When Paul walked closer, the marines made a shocking discovery. Paul was actually taller than John.

The giant cyclops smashed a fist onto his palm, making a loud clap that sounded like thunder. "Well then, John, let's have a rematch after thirty years."

John glared at the cyclops, and took out his sword. "You're unarmed, Phemus."

"Hmph. I don't need my hammer to beat you into a bloody pulp." John gritted his teeth, and charged at Paulie with a roar. He swung his sword, ready to slice Paulie right down the middle. However, Paulie easily caught the blade with his bare hand... and his hand wasn't even black with concentrated haki.

"See?" With that, he crushed John's sword to pieces.

While the Vice Admiral stared at the sight, dumbfounded, Paulie planted a precise uppercut that sent John flying all the way to the bloody wall, nearly crushing some of his men.

"Vice Admiral!"

"Men, help the vice admiral!" John heard his men say that, and struggled to get up in order to persuade them from doing something that would surely get them killed.

"Not happening." John felt horror when he heard his voice. He looked up in time... to see his men sliced into pieces. In the middle of it was Vlad, holding the blood covered hand that killed his men in an instant. "This is a fight between giants. We humans aren't allowed to interfere."

John's eyes were laced with horror, before he was filled with rage. He smashed his hand onto the ground, making the sand fly everywhere, and gaining Vlad's attention. He struggled a bit, but was able to get back on his feet, and looked down at Vlad with absolute hatred. "You're no human. You... ARE A DEVIL!"

Vlad stared at John for a bit, blinked twice, then began to chuckle. "You're right. I am."

John's eyes grew even larger with rage. "DAMN YOU, TEPES!" John raised a foot, ready to squish Vlad like a bug.

Even with the giant foot falling towards him like a meteor, Vlad didn't move. He didn't even look like he was about to defend himself. He just stood there with a smile. When the sole of John's shoe was mere inches away from Vlad's face, it stopped.

"You're fight is with me, Giant."

John looked to see that Paul was holding his knee with only one hand. Paul pushed John's knee away, making the Giant lose his balance. As he was stumbling, Paul kicked John right in his stomach, and sent him crashing into Vlad's Blood Wall. John smashed into the wall with such force, that he actually broke through it.

Vlad's eyes were wide with surprise. He even whistled in amazement. "Damn. You weren't kidding about your strength, Paulie."

"Of course, I wasn't."

John struggled to get back up, coughing a bit. He stood up, panting, and got into what looked like boxing stance.

"Hmph. So you can fight alone after all. Good. It will make crushing you all the more satisfying if you struggle," Paul said as he walked closer to John.

John gritted his teeth and glared at Paul with absolute resolve. With a roar, he charged at the larger cyclops, fist at the ready. He aimed to punch Paul right in the eye, but Paul simply tilted his head, and countered by punching John in the stomach hard enough to cause waves in the ocean.

John vomited saliva and fell to his knees. When he did, Paul kneed him right in the face. A crack was heard, and blood was dripping down John's nose. Paul had broken it.

John was now flat on his back, nose bloody, his stomach in excruciating pain, breathing labored, and his body not listening to him at all. He wanted to stand up to Paul so badly, but he felt like he couldn't even twitch his pinky. He just stared up at the sky, beaten... defeated.

Paul towered over John, glaring at him with a single, glowing, blood red eye. He reached over towards John, grabbed the giant's neck, and easily lifted him off the ground. It was an awesome sight, seeing one giant hold another by his neck, his feet dangling in the air.

"It would be so easy for me to kill you." Vlad noticed how Paul was flexing his free hand, looking ready to rip John's heart out. However, his hand started to relax. "But that would be a trivial waste." Paul brought John closer to his face. "I want you to deliver a message to the rest of your giant comrades. 'Phemus is back, and ready for revenge. Come and find me.' Memorize that message exactly, Giant. I want some giant blood on my hands." With that, Paul threw John towards his ship.

Vlad walked up next to Paul as he watched John soar through the air towards his massive battleship. He was pretty impressed when he saw that the ship was able to withstand John's landing. Though, it made one hell of a splash.

Vlad looked to watch Paul revert back into his human form. "So, what now?"

"Now, I wait."

"Are you sure? It's probably going to be a while."

"What are you talking about? This island is only a few days away from Navy Headquarters itself."

"Hm, you don't get the paper on this island, do you?"

"What? Of course I don't. A News Coo wouldn't fly towards a practically uninhabited island. Why?" Vlad took out a rolled up news paper and handed it to Paul. He took the paper and read the first article. His brow furrowed. "Navy Headquarters... has been moved to the New World... by order of Fleet Admiral Akainu."

"It's going to take quite a bit of time for John to reach the new HQ, let alone for you to get your revenge."

Paul stared at the paper before crumpling it up. "I don't care. I have time. I can wait."

"And why would you do that?"

"Hm?"

"Join me, Paul."

"Huh?"

"I plan on going to the New World soon. Once over there, the chances of you finding the Giant Squad increase exponentially. I could use a guy like you if I'm going over there. Besides, you're feeling a bit rusty, right?" Paul didn't respond immediately. "I'm a bit of a trouble magnet. You'll get plenty of opportunities to get back into shape when around me. Besides, you don't have your famous hammer. Either of them. Since it's you, you would have made both of them by now. I think it's obvious to both of us that you won't be able to make your hammers with the materials on this island."

Paul remained silent.

Vlad sighed. "Still not convinced, huh? Well, how about this? It's obvious that the Giant Squads will have platoons of soldiers with them when they inevitably come after you. Let's do what we did today. The rest of the crew and I will handle those idiots, while you spend all of your precious time and energy getting your much deserved revenge on the Giant Squad. Sounds like a good deal, right?"

Paul still remained silent.

"Come on, Paul. Look at your ship." The two men looked towards Paul's creation. "Such a magnificent creation. If you really just do nothing but wait on this island, this glorious work of art would be nothing more than a decoration. Don't you think that would be a waste?"

Paul stared at his creation, silent. A few moments passed. "They're mine."

"Pardon?"

"The giants. You're not allowed to touch them. I will be the one to kill them. You and your crew can deal with their men, but the giants themselves are mine to end. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Ah, but Jack will obviously want their bodies."

"He can have them. I just want to take their lives. What happens to their corpses is of no concern to me."

"Hah! You just made Jack one happy madman!"


Hoarfen had just finished scouring the island he was on with his Chimeras. They killed quite a few livestock, and even a few previously unknown inhabitants. Ironically, they were a cannibal tribe, but they had no idea what they were up against... or how horrifying a truly unstoppable cannibal was.

When they saw Hoarfen walk out of the forest, they just thought he was another potential meal. A delicious one at that. His visible muscles made them think he would make a fine feast. As many of them prepared their weapons, which where nothing more than long sticks sharpened to spear point and some bows and arrows, they didn't notice Hoarfen's smile.

As the warriors of the tribe charged at Hoarfen, he released an ear-splitting howl, which terrified many of the villagers. Then, he frightened them even more when he entered his hybrid form. Their fear escalated when more creatures that looked like Hoarfen, ran out of the forest, and attacked their warriors.

The villagers watched in horror as the Chimeras tore their warriors to shreds as easily as a burning knife cutting through butter. The villagers couldn't believe the one-sided slaughter they were seeing. Though the warriors were able to land a few hits on the monsters, they were mostly lucky hits. The Chimera would rip the poor bastard to shreds in retaliation.

The archers weren't any luckier. The monsters were too fast. They couldn't properly aim, let alone hit them. But the Chimeras never missed. Their claws and fangs always reached their marks. The bows were slashed to splinters, while the necks of the archers were chewed to shreds.

After witnessing the brutality of Hoarfen and the Canine Chimeras, the villagers tried to run for their lives. However, Hoarfen wasn't about to let that happen. Using his powers, he turned the trees surrounding the village into walls of ice, with the only way out blocked by the Chimeras.

Hoarfen slowly and menacingly walked towards the remaining elders, women, children, and even men of the cannibal tribe. They were all absolutely terrified of the man. They have actually killed an eaten many men who looked like him, though most of them were either wearing suits or marine uniforms. They couldn't believe there was someone as vicious, powerful, and deadly as Hoarfen and his monsters.

When he got close enough, Hoarfen grabbed one of the children by their throats, and lifted the boy to eye level. The boy tried to bite Hoarfen's hand, but was shocked that he couldn't even break the skin. He had once eaten a man three times Hoarfen's size, and he was all muscle with leather tough skin.

Hoarfen let out a humorless laugh while looking at the boy with a sadistic smile. The villagers all sensed death. Hoarfen then decapitated the boy... by eating his neck. After dropping the body, he stared at the shocked look of the boy's head. Then, he ate the face.

After witnessing this, the villagers didn't just surrender... they bowed. No, they groveled before Hoarfen and his Canine Chimeras. The villagers didn't know if they were groveling before the gods of death that they have worshiped for so long, or the demons of the underworld that they have feared for centuries.

It did not matter.

All that did matter was that Hoarfen and his Chimeras were satisfied with their meals. At the beginning, there was more than one hundred villagers. Now, there was less than fifty, and that was a generous estimate. None of the remaining villagers would be eaten. Instead, Hoarfen decided to bring them back to Jack as a gift, along with their animals. There were cows, pigs, sheep, and horses.

Fortunately for Jack, and unfortunately for the tribe, Jack had failed in creating chimeras from these particular creatures. One of the many ships the crew raided had these animals on board, and Jack had tried but ultimately failed to combine the animals with humans. It nearly cost him the remaining slaves on the stolen ship of the privateers. Now, Jack's materials has been restocked, thanks to Hoarfen. The only thing that made it better was the fact that all of the horses were of different breeds, as well as different coat patterns.


"Yo, Jack! Got something for ya," Hoarfen yelled as he walked onto the main island from his ice path on the ocean surface.

Jack appeared in the blink of an eye. "Ah! Hoarffy! Are all of these precious things a gift for moi? I didn't think you cared for me so much."

"Eh, what can I say? I like the crazy shit you make. Oh, but be careful, they bite."

"Oh?" Jack walked up to one of the children. A boy thought he was weak from his thin body alone. Since he was skinnier than Hoarfen, the boy thought Jack would be an easy opponent compared to the death god. However, as soon as the boy saw Jack's soulless eyes, he quickly realized that the man before him was every bit as much a death god as the one who slaughtered his village.

In the blink of an eye, Jack grabbed the boy's jaw, shocking the child with his incredible speed. The boy was shocked once more when he felt Jack's monstrous strength, which the good doctor used to force open the boy's jaw.

"Strong jaw for a child." Jack then took out a tiny hammer, and lightly tapped the boy's teeth. "Oh, these are strong enough to bite through a human femur. Interesting. And this is a mere boy. The child looks no older than nine." Jack roughly released the boy's jaw, making him fall into the arms of a female villager, who greatly resembled the boy. Must have been his mother. The two looked at Jack's shadowed face with absolute terror, believing they were in the presence of another dark god.

Then, glowing white orbs and a crescent moon smile appeared on Jack's shadowed face. "He will make a fine Chimera. Hoarffy, are there any calves in your herd? Piglets, maybe?"

"Hm? Sure. Plenty. See?" Hoarfen pointed at the herd. There were actually more calves than full grown animals.

Something Jack liked, since there were more children than adults. He clapped his hands together. "Splendid! Oh, Panthy!"

"Panthy?" Hoarfen then saw something that pissed him off walk out of the forest. "Another Feline Chimera."

"Indeed. A Black Panther Chimera. There were quite a few panthers in the forest, but it took me some time to properly create the Chimera. In fact, I exhausted the supply of slaves. That Chimera is the body of the last man on the ship. No children, women, or elders are left on that ship. As such, I am truly grateful that you brought me these materials. Panthy, carry as many of the subjects as you can into the forest. Hoarffy's Canine Chimeras will carry the rest."

The Panther nodded, and followed the order. He filled both of his arms with both women and children. Given his large stature, he was able to carry ten in all. Though they tried to bite and claw their way out of his grip, it was utterly useless. He was too strong, and his fur was too thick. He disappeared into the forest, the tribesmen still struggling.

"Hm, obedient sucker. Had to lobotomize him?"

"I'm afraid so. That man was the most strong-willed of all the slaves, so he gave me the most trouble. Nothing a bit of brain surgery couldn't fix. Now then, my lovely canines, bring the rest of the subjects into the forest. I have quite a bit of work to do before Vladdy comes back."

"He's barely been gone an hour."

"Ah, but he could return at any moment, and I would like to have a gift waiting for him when he returns. As such, adieu." With that, Jack disappeared into the forest. The next thing Hoarfen heard was the screaming of men, women, and children.


A few hours passed since Vlad left. Now he was returning in the new flag ship of his crew, with his new shipwright standing next to him. When they weighed anchor, Vlad saw Hoarfen standing on the beach, looking up at him.

"Yo. Looks like you had some fun. Nice looking ship ya got. A bit smaller than the old one, but looks a hell of a lot better. Who's the dude?"

Vlad and Paul began to walk down the gangplank. "This, my friend, is Paul 'Paulie' Phemus."

"Oh, the Blacksmith Cyclops."

"So, you've heard of me, boy?"

"You're pretty famous, old man. That old bastard was actually looking for you so you could improve that club of his."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Old bastard?"

"He was once a Beast Pirate," Vlad explained.

"Ah, a member of that fool, Kaido's crew."

"Tch. Yeah. That old bastard," Hoarfen said while snarling. "So, you gonna join our crew?"

"I am. Vlad is quite the persuasive man."

"Yup. He definitely is."

Vlad chuckled before he got back to business. "So, where's Jack and Tanya?"

"Hell if I know about the cat, and shit if I care. Probably making you some grub. Ooh, or better yet, she got eaten by a lion." Hoarfen laughed his ass off, until he had to catch a coconut aimed at the back of his head.

"You say something, mutt?"

"Tch, still alive, pussy," Hoarfen snarled as he glared at Tanya.

"Oh, yeah. But unfortunately, so are you. Why don't I fix that by showing you the same kindness I gave this pathetic disgrace," Tanya said as she threw a bloody, slashed, and obviously dead black panther before the group.

"Bring it, pussy," Hoarfen said as he got into a fighting stance, a cold air escaping him.

Tanya also got into a stance, her killing aura escaping her, before she noticed something. "Who's the ripped old man who looks like he can tear the mutt in half with just his pinkie?"

"YOU IGNORING ME, PUSSY?!"

"FUCK OFF, MUTT!"

Vlad cleared his throat, but Hoarfen and Tanya could still tell that he was getting annoyed, and the last thing those two wanted to do was piss off Vlad. "To answer your question, Tanya, this man is our new shipwright. His name is-"

"Phemmy?" Everyone looked to see Jack. "My, my, Phemmy, it truly is you! Such a pleasant surprise!"

Paul sighed. "Vlad, I get, but you look like you've barely aged yourself, Jack. You two are making me feel old. I remember the time when we all looked the same age."

"Ah, the glorious days of when we shared a cell in Level Six. Oh, the memories. You couldn't have come at a better time, Phemmy."

"Hm?"

"Oh, children!"

Paul raised his eyebrow before he saw something walk out of the forest. What he saw made his eyes widen in amazement. "A Minotaur." It was even bigger than Paul himself. It's head and legs were that of a brown bull, while it's chest was that of a muscular human. "And is that... a Minotaur calf?" It barely reached the bull's knee, but it still looked impressive. He had as much muscle as Vlad or Hoarfen. Another Minotaur came out, but it had the fur pattern of a cow.

The next sight really amazed Paul. "Centaurs."

A whole herd of them. Men, women, and children were mixed in the group. The men were either holding heavy clubs or vicious looking spears. All of the women had bows, but Paul could smell that some of them were tipped with poison taken from special plants and frogs found on the archipelago. The children, of course, were unarmed. They were too young for combat. If anything, Paul guessed that they would be nurtured before they would eventually retrieve their training.

Looking at the sight, Paul sighed. "A Cyclops..." He looked at from left, "two Minotaurs," to right, "and a whole herd of Centaurs. It's like a gathering of the myths from that island. What was it's name again?"

"You mean Olympiana," Vlad asked.

"That's it." Paul looked back at the Chimeras, and chuckled. "A Cyclops, two Minotaurs, and a herd of Centaurs, all under the command of a vampire from Slavia." Vlad twitched a bit at the mention of that island, and Paul noticed that mistake. His somber expression was proof of that. "I'm sorry. I forgot you don't like to talk about your past."

"It's alright. It's not important."

"Hm. What is important is that you have some of Olympiana's greatest mythical beasts at your fingertips. One more should make it complete."

Vlad smiled. "Are you talking about who I think you are?"

Paul smiled. "Indeed. Her."

Jack smiled. "Our final and youngest cellmate."

Vlad smiled towards the sea. "The Symphonic Serpent." Paul and Jack also looked towards the sea. All three men had glowing eyes and shining smiles.

Then, they all spoke in perfect unison to say:

"Medusa Gorgon."

When they said that, one could almost sea the silhouette of the back of a beautiful woman with a guitar in her arms, long hair dancing in the wind.


Omake:

"Hm? Isn't that Vice Admiral John Giant's ship," a marine on the port of the in-progress New Navy HQ asked.

The marine next to him grabbed a pair of binoculars. "Yeah. It is. I heard he was sent into Paradise for recon."

"Wasn't that just a few days ago? No way he should be back now."

"Wait, something's wrong." The marine adjusted his binoculars. "Oh, god."

"What's wrong? What do you see?"

"Blood. Get another Vice Admiral! A giant one! Vice Admiral Lacroix, Vice Admiral Ronse, any of them! Just get a giant!" Upon getting the order, the marine ran like hell.

By the time the ship docked, the Giant Squad was waiting. They saw that the outside of the ship had blood on it. When the gangplank was lowered, the Giant Squad entered to see a horrific sight. John was still being bandaged, his wounds still being treated... and still seeping with blood. The marines were all frantically trying to save their leader, not even noticing the other giants. They were trying to stop him from bleeding to death.

"John!"

The Vice Admiral flinched, and struggled to open an eye. "Lacroix? That you?"

The giant ran over to his comrade, making sure not to step on the small subordinates. "My god, what the hell happened?!"

Ronse ran to the other side of his wounded friend. "Your nose isn't just broken, it's destroyed."

"It's worse than that, sir!" The giants looked down at a saluting marine. "He suffered a devastating blow to the abdomen that ruptured some blood vessels, and possibly his liver. He is suffering from a severe case of internal bleeding. What's worse... he was impaled."

"HE WAS WHAT," Lacroix roared. And to the smaller marines, it was a powerful boom.

"How did that happen," Ronse asked.

The marine was shaking, a look of terror in his eyes. "W-While the Vice Admiral was on land with some of his chosen subordinates... four of them were flung towards the ship. All four of them... all of them... they... they..."

"They did what," Lacroix roared in aggravation.

"THEY MELTED, SIR!" The giants all had shocked expressions. "THEY MELTED INTO PUDDLES OF BLOOD, AND CAME TOGETHER TO FORM A SPIKE LARGE ENOUGH TO IMPALE VICE ADMIRAL JOHN!"

The giants were shocked.

"Wait, that sounds just like-"

"No. No. I can't be. Not him."

Ronse recovered first. "John, who did this to you?"

John gritted his teeth as he looked at his comrade. "It... it was... Phemus. Paulie Phemus. He's back. He's one of the escapees." All the giants had looks of horror on their faces.

"The Blacksmith Cyclops?"

"He's free?"

"And he wants revenge. He actually wants us to find him, so he can kill us with his own bare hands."

"If it's a fight he wants," the giants looked at their cat-eared comrade, who smashed a fist into a palm. "Then we'll gladly give him one." The other giants all agreed with their comrade.

"It's not just Phemus." They all looked back at John. "He's back, too. He's free as well."

"Who, John? Who's helping Phemus," Lacroix asked.

"It's... Tepes. Vladimir. Vlad Tepes! The Bloody Devil is back!"

Absolute horror filled the eyes of all the giants.

The female one in particular stepped back in horror. "No. Not him. Please, not him."

All of the giants had had at least one encounter with him, but she undoubtedly had the worst.

She was just a cadet, newly registered as a marine, when she saw him. She was a part of a Buster Call sent to kill him after a CP squad found out that he was alone on an island after ordering his crew to strike a rival ship without him. They thought it was the perfect chance to kill one of the most infamous pirates on the seas.

When she saw him, she was less than impressed. She couldn't understand why it took a force as mighty as the Buster Call to kill a puny pretty boy. She soon discovered why after her crew attacked him. He effortlessly slaughtered all who attacked him. One of the first of many casualties of that battle was the giantess's own Vice Admiral, who she respected as a teacher.

Then, after slaughtering four of the ten warships, the real nightmare began. Using the blood of the men he had killed, Vlad created an unholy creature that easily dwarfed the giantess. It was large enough to block the sun for even her. It was a true devil.

It was an unstoppable abomination. Nothing could challenge it. Swords. Rifles. Cannons. Haki based techniques. It was all useless against it. It was like the ultimate Logia, and the more it killed, the larger and more powerful it became.

To the marines, it felt like they were fighting the devil for days, but it was in actuality over in a matter of mere minutes. It was a completely one-sided slaughter. All five of the Vice Admirals were slaughtered, their blood fueling the devil. The ships were reduced to nothing more than splinters. Most of the men were either dead or completely paralyzed with horror.

The giantess was neither. She was one of the extremely lucky ones... to be rendered unconscious. She was on a piece of debris large enough to keep her afloat. When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was the return of the sun. The devil was gone... but it's unholy legacy was bare for all to see, and it would forever scar her memory. That was the first time she has ever felt so powerless and the first time she had ever seen what true evil really looked like.

Hearing that he was back made her fall to her knees, hugging herself as she shook in fear. She jumped when she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, and looked to see Lacroix. "Vice Admiral Lacroix."

"We'll take him down."

"Eh?"

"I won't let anyone go through the hell you did ever again. We'll beat Vlad, and send him back to hell, where he belongs.

"Damn right." The two looked to see John being held up by Ronse while covering the hole in his stomach with his hand. "Tepes, Phemus, and anyone else who stands in the way of peace. We'll take them all down, in the name of Absolute Justice."

The beautiful giantess looked at John with wide eyes, before strength returned to them. "Hell yeah, we will." She then got up. "But first, let's get you to the medical bay. We need to get you patched up so we can go after those bastards."

"Now you're speaking my language. No way am I gonna let you get a piece of Phemus before me. I'm the senior in this group."

The giants chuckled at that, before they helped him towards the doctors. However, as they walked, they all took on serious looks, all thinking the same thing:

"We'll be coming for you, you evil bastards. Just you wait."

As they thought that, one could almost see the silhouettes of both Vlad and Paulie, looking down at the giants, with Vlad's crimson eyes glowing at them, while Paulie's single Cyclops eye shinned like a star. It was almost as if their very spirits were accepting the challenge in the hearts of the Giant Squad.

A/N: Why do my stories take so long to make?