A few days after the War…
A high-pitched, incredibly vexed scream shattered the calm of that morning in the white island. The newer recruits scrambled for their weapons and were left looking for the danger; for the rest, this particular intonation in a scream only meant that a certain someone had (again) done something incredibly stupid (normally in the kitchens). That day, the commotion was in the gardens.
The screamer, a plump brunette in her mid-thirties was looking at the massacre in front of her with tears in her eyes, almost pulling her hair out in frustration as she gaped. Near her, a blond was smiling at her, showing a chip on his front teeth and carrying a bo staff that was still covered with bits of the carnage.
"What have you done to my poor carnegiea? And the moss seaweed is all smashed! What possessed you to destroy my poor plants!?"
"Sorry. I just got kinda carried away. This place is better this way though. That green was disgusting."
"Better? Disgusting? Sabo!"
Totally unrepentant, the blond shot her another grin and sauntered off in search of other green, roundish objects that he could train his new moves on. Maybe it was about time to come out and reveal that he too was still alive… And after reading the report of Marineford, there was a certain swordsman that was begging to be introduced to his staff first. Head first, that is.
The Revolutionaries in Baltigo shivered as an evil cackle resounded through the hallways that day.
(Too bad that all the males of the family were wrapped around Luffy's little finger. One pout and her first mate became off-limits. Until little Anne came along, at least.)