Loguetown

The Tsubasa Crew docked in at Loguetown, as for many pirates, this would be their last stop before hitting the grand line. Their ship seemed to stand out amongst the others at the docks, and this worried some of the crew.

The crew had gathered on deck to find out what their tasks for the day would be. But before this started Osamu approached his captain, with a query that had been bothering not just him, but a few of the other crew members too.
"Hey Endrino, is it ok to dock here like this? I mean wont we be noticed?" He asked cautiously. "I heard the marine in charge here is pretty strong."
Endrino looked at his nakama. "Don't worry about it, I heard that Smoker guy left his position a few weeks ago going after some other rookie's crew."
Isamu nodded to this, as he was the one that had showed the newspaper containing this information to their rather lazy captain.
"Ah, ok." The cook said, taking a moment to look around at the other ships at dock here. "Now that I think about it, that would explain the fact that there are not any marine warships docked here." As he noted this, he also realised that this made their ship, which rivalled the marine warships in size, the largest one here.
Endrino sighed, and he took several gulps of the energy drink he had been holding in his hand. "Even so, don't let your guard down too much, there's bound to be a few marines stationed here, that goes for the rest of you too."
"Aye Sir!" Arose the normal reply from the small crew.
"Anyway," Endrino started, pausing to clear his throat, "Isamu, you go with Kotex to get some medical supplies." The captain handed his 1st mate a pouch full of money. "Osamu, you and Cozmo get the food and whatever other cooking stuff we need." He said, throwing another pouch to the chef. "Katashi…" Endrino started only to be interrupted by Sangrie.
"He's gone already!" grumbled the red-haired teen.
"Tch… he could at least stick around and pretend like he's actually going to do something other than flirt.." Sighed Endrino, with an annoyed grimace.
Takeshi held up his hand, catching the attention of his captain. "I want to get some supplies in case the ship gets damaged during the crossing of reverse mountain."
Endrino nodded, accepting this as the shipwrights task for the day, and handed him a pouch of money just like he had the others. "Anyone else have something they want to do? I think all the important stuff is covered now." He looked at the 3 remaining members of the crew.
Sangrie shrugged, he couldn't care less to be honest.
Yuudai smiled. He couldn't exactly walk around unnoticed, and he was happy to stay on board and guard the ship.
Eric was sat playing with a toy car that they had brought him a few islands back. He seemed to be quite content.
Endrino smiled, everyone seemed happy, and so he went and sat down in his usual spot, propping his feet upon the table, and proceeding to doze off.

"Oi, stupid sleeping brother!" Sangrie called waking his brother up.
Endrino growled "What do you want?!" His eyes snapping open in annoyance.
"Well you know," Sangrie said matter-of-factly, not bothered by his older brothers tone. "I thought you might to do something about the group of marines trying to board the ship."
Endrino immediately stood up to face the marines.
It was only a small group of about 10-15 small fries, but there was an officer of sorts with them.
Endrino bared his teeth, the sight of marines on this ship was something he didn't like one little bit.
The guy in charge of this group of marines didn't seem to be able to read the young captains dangerous body language, either than or he was just too stuck up to care. "Are you members of the Tsubasa crew?" He asked, he was a middle aged man, with a voice that sounded very, very stuck up.
"We might be, why do you ask?" Sangrie answered, his voice sounded as poisonous as the look on his older brothers face.
"I ask you this because the Tsubasa crew is recorded as being annihilated as of 2 years ago". The marine sneered.
The sound of rippling fabric alerted Sangrie to his brothers movements. As his trade-mark red coat fell to the floor.
Endrino stood there now, holding one of his daggers to the marine's throat. He ignored the guns being pointed at his by the stuck up bastards subordinates. "Let me get one thing straight. This is the real Tsubasa pirate crew, it may be the second generation, but believe me it's as real as the rest." Endrino's voice was poisoned with every bit of the hate he held towards the marines.
"J-just who are you?" Asked the marine, he was scared. There was a horrible, murderous aura coming from the younger, larger man that was holding a blade to his throat.
"I am the first son of Marko Tsubasa. Or maybe you'd recall me better if I call myself Lion-claw Endrino."
*Shit!* thought the marine, swallowing as he recalled just who this guy was. This was the guy who had supposedly knocked out many of his own crew, along with many marines. Before destroying a whole buster-call fleet, in immediate revenge for the death of the former Tsubasa captain.
"Now, you go running back to your stupid superiors, and tell them that the Tsubasa crew is back, under my leadership." The bulky captain growled, before throwing the marine off his ship, and into the waters of the harbour.
The marine scrambled to the shore and then to his feet. "RETREAT!" he yelled to his lackeys before fleeing.

Endrino watched them leave, his seething anger slowing retreating.
"Nice one Bro." Sangrie said, and he really did mean it.
Eric however had sat and watched the whole event wide-eyed. *C-captain can be really scary* he thought to himself, trying not to show how scared he was to his adopted crew.
Endrino picked up his coat, and put it back on, covering the deep scar on his left shoulder. He bit his lip, feeling that he had over done it. *That carnivorous zoan fruit I ate sure messes up my temper, I almost killed that guy just then* He sighed the very fruit that made him so strong and feared, was something he had acquired and ate not long before his father's death. Ever since then, every time he was angered, particularly by the marines, he had struggled to hold back the gripping impulses to kill people.
The giant watched his captain carefully, he had watched this boy grow up from a 6 month old baby to a 17 year old teenager, and he hoped to see the boy reach adulthood. But knowing the teen for so long, also meant he knew when the young captain wasn't feeling like himself. "Are you ok Endrino-kun?~" He asked.
Endrino looked up at the giant. "Yeah, I'll manage." He grunted, and he went below deck to his own private quarters, he knew the contradicted what he had just said, but this wasn't something anyone could help him with, this was a fight between himself and the demon from that damned fruit.
He sat down at the desk in his room, and sifted through the wanted posters that where piled on there. These didn't belong from his crew, or even his fathers, those where pinned up on the wall. These posters where the ones issued in the paper, the ones belonging to his rival pirates.
He stopped at a particular poster, this name ring a bell…. Monkey D. Luffy? …. Ah that was right he was the one that smoker guy from the marines had gone after. According to the poster he had defeated a fish man by the name of Arlong and his crew.
To someone from the South Blue, Arlong's name didn't really mean much.
Endrino sat back a little, for now his bounty was quite a bit higher than this guys, but he got the feeling this wouldn't be the last he'd hear about this particular pirate and his crew. Endrino put the poster in a drawer, in which he kept all the wanted posters of pirates that he had taken an interest in, or who were just plain big names in the pirate world. Then he went back to flicking through the other posters, no-one else caught his interest, so he put the small pile of papers in a bin.

Endrino went back up onto The Rione's deck, and back to the place where he had been snoozing before the marines had come. It would only be an hour until his crew would come back from their various tasks and they could set off for the grand line itself. Endrino couldn't wait, he wasn't fazed by the talk of the grand line, he had been born and had spent most of his life in both the halves of that treacherous sea.