Her name was Rosalind Durisio, she was at one point assistant to Dr. Vegapunk the smartest man in the world, and the most accomplished scientist ever. She specialized in Zoan type devil fruits and the human psyche.

It was one of the falling out points between them. He never focused, his mind was brilliant but his attention span was short. He always kept thousands of studies up in the air at the same time. He was researching seastones, the power of devil fruits, the application of devil fruits to physical objects, the replication of devil fruits power, robotics, weaponry, scientific application of Haki, log pose's, eternal poses, cataloging everything from devil fruits to different birds and plants. So she would spend many late nights in her office working long past what was deemed healthy. She would pour over the same results a thousand times and nothing. Then he would come in having mistaken it for bathroom again, and in one second point out the correlation or answer. It frustrated her. With that mind she could do so much more then he had ever dreamed about. All he cared about was science, never the application of it. Never the human side. The application was all she ever dreamed about.

She particular enjoyed Zoan devil fruits the idea of these two competing forms, these two beast. Human and monster, it was what started her with Vegapunk in the beginning. She had been trying to meld the two, meld and amplify the power. Finally after years of research they were making headway into it. She had long since given up on the meld, the two beast's were incompatible by giving one more power you remove more and more of the other ones effect. Instead she began to focus on amplification, and so did he. Those were good times they were at least working for the same goal, and she was still smarter then almost everyone else in the world. The project as she had titled it was Zoan Awakening, a project for awakening the full potential of a zoan fruit at the expense of it's human host of course, but such is the cost of science. Just ask the freakish pirate she watched Vegapunk dissect and reassemble. As that project garnered more and more speed, she too began to branch off into new areas. She began to grow more interested in exactly what was being triggered in the body by the awakening. Then she stumbled headfirst into her next love, control. She had already master power but her beast's still needed control. She focused more and more on the brain, the control center and soon she mastered that too.

She was a master of odors and smells, hormonal complexes that triggered emotional responses. Be they the calm of a zen master, the peace of a quite spring day, or her favorite the fear found in a tiny animal. She had wanted to continue her research, but Dr. Vegapunk in one of his moods had allocated resources elsewhere. She was furious, so furious she began to realize she had been furious all along. Furious at a lot of what Vegapunk did, furious at herself for falling prey to the easy lab life, to go quietly into the night. So she stole from the lab one night with a couple devil fruits, her life's work, and necessary materials. It was along this journey, two things became apparent. One she had grown to reliant on the world government ability to acquire anything fast, she was having trouble finding all the necessary resources by herself she needed help. Also the second one was Henry Pelton and his majestic devil fruit. It was a zoan, but no common place house cat, or rodent; it was a rare one. He had acquired a mythical zoan, similar to Sengoku's Bhudda or Marco's Phoenix, and she could make it more powerful she could awake it find it's full potential then she could control it.

She had found the pen with which she would write her own future. Henry Pelton and the mythical Zoan Squid Squid fruit model Cthulhu. And now with the final components to the awakening formula, as found by Rolf, she could finally put her plan into action. Perhaps it didn't matter that Captain Pelton seemed to be gaining a small immunity to her powerful 24 hour drug vigilance.

Her lips curled into a small smile as she stepped up the stairs heading straight to Captain's quarters. With a meek push she peeked her head into the room looking around. Sure enough Henry Pelton sat at his chair in a small cloud of flowery smog. The small town of gingerbread houses lie discarded to his side most of the structures having been reduced to rubble. The decorative bowls containing sweets were upturned around him, spilling their contents all across the table/ Scooping up a handful his holds them at arms length above his head and lets them cascade down his empty gullet. She quietly enters and softly closes the door behind her.

His head swivels to look at her a broad smile grows across his face.

"Hey women" he bellows gesturing broadly for her to come over to him.

"Yes" she replies her body posture still subdued and small.

"Rosalind, right?" he laughs.

"Yes" She says.

"I don't know what happened but I had a thought" Henry Pelton continued his voice load and boisterous. "It was a couple day ago, I was decidedly full with food and went to stare outside."

"Fascinating" Rosalind muttered under her breath.

Henry to caught up in his own story didn't noticed. "And you know what I saw?"

"No captain."

"You ever sailed?"

"Only when I was young," she replied politely.

"It's great" he smiled "freedom like you'd never imagine out there."

"Freedom?, sir"

"Aye, freedom" he said now having got up out of his chair and began to walk towards the window. "On the open seas, you have true freedom. The freedom to use power anyway you want with out repercussions. Free to take, steal, trample. Alas it's been so long, my old mind had almost all but forgotten the spray of sea water mingling with the wretched musk of fear. I can't remember when or ever why I settled down here."

Rosalind gritted her teeth, his resistance was much greater then she had anticipated. He was remembering past memories and feelings, the exact feelings she had been trying to purge. This was problematic. She had to move quickly now, before these silly plans of his could materialize.

"I suppose, it did have his advantages" he grumbled scratching his knotted beard. Now he was completely out of the smog standing and staring straight out of the window. "food, comfort, servants, my own little kingdom" he smiles.

"yes Captain, think you're a king, with a domain. Now what could hold more freedom then that?" Rosalind stated, thinking she could turn this turn of phrase to her advantage.

He sighed as he stared out the window, until finally turning around.

"No, it's not the same, look at me I was a great pirate feared and reviled by the populous because of my freedom. I could do all they couldn't; I could do all they wished they could. Now what am I? Trapped in my own castle with this damnable flower shit. I have made up my mind gather the crew, we set sail tonight."

"Captain I must asked you to reconsider." Rosalind pressed for once dropping her facade, and speaking with a stiff commanding tone.

Henry quickly shot her a glance, then laughed. The laugh was loud and deep ringing with a rich irony. Then quickly he smacks her across the face with one massive hand, to fast for her to react to it. She flys backwards through the air landing on the ground with a heavy thump.

"Rosalind, you forget yourself place." he continued not even paying attention to the slap "I am the feared Captain Henry Pelton, and you ask me to reconsider?" He laughed some more "This is what these places do to you, Rosalind people forget why they follow you in the first place. So I'll reiterate gather the crew we set sail, and don't make me reconsider it again, or else I might find your position as my" he paused as if unsure as to what her position was" my... your position increasingly redundant." He said cracking one of his broad smiles.

Rosalind fought off the shudder that wanted to run down her spine when faced with the stare. She hadn't forgotten the Captain's reputation not one bit, which was why she had played it carefully until now. She always played to his sense of pride, played the weakling in his power fantasies; she just lost her cool for one second due to this unforeseen complication frustratingly close to the fruition of her plan. She slinked back her away from the captain towards the door bowing; her body posture once again submissive. "As the captain commands it I shall see it done, and perhaps I could organize a celebration for the trip?" she said meekly.

He turned to her and in a booming voice replied "A fantastic idea, make it so. Oh and Rosalind bring up Leider I want to speak to him."

"As the Captain commands, but I am afraid he is currently in dispose" she stated head down so as to hide her stressed features, hopefully he bought it. If he found out she was ordering his "loyal" crew around he would killer her instantly, the small trail of blood leading from her nose, and the numbing sensation of her cheek reminded her of that. As she turned to leave the room, in spite of all that she couldn't help but smirk, that is if he didn't kill her first for what she did to the non officers.

As she quickly descended she put her plan into action, she'd just have to get the concoction ready for dinner and serve it to him then. Let's see the marines try and bring her in after that. After she gave the cooks their orders, she had just reached the entrance to her lab where the rest of her ingredients were lying out in preparation for the moment she got her final herbs. She sat down and began to work, not stopping until the final product was done. The the foul smelling concoction lay before her bubbling and lurching as if the broth itself was alive radiating strength. She quickly brought it over to the kitchen and began to add it as a coating to all the sweets that had been cooked up for the Captain. It was when then she heard the yelling. Swearing she ran out into the hallway and saw the culprits. Currently two bandaged men and a failed experiment were battling the rest of Captain Pelton's once ferocious crew, now mindless guardians of her lab's.