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"You dodged my iron ball and escaped my chains," he said as he pulled the pistol from his waist, "but no one is fast enough to out run gunfire." With the pistol pointed to Fletcher's head, Otanma said, "any last words, moron?"

Fletcher, who looked distracted, didn't respond. Instead, he sniffed the air in search of something. "Don't cry," Otanma laughed. "Everything is going to be fine…for me. After I kill you Lord Gold Finger will award me."

Suddenly, Fletcher body slammed Otanma. "I smell MEAT!"

'He rammed into me without a second thought for meat?' Otanma thought as Fletcher grabbed what he was searching for. "That's my DINNER!" Otanma yelled as he aimed at Fletcher again and pulled the trigger.

Just as the shot rang out; Fletcher's movement became a blur. "How could you have avoided my gun fire? How fast are you?"

"Fast enough to get close to you and deliver a nearly fatal punch before you fire twice."

"What?!" Otanma said, stunned. "Very funny. Is your power being really fast?"

"Nope."

"I thought so. It's not you that's strong. I've only been weak because you took me by surprise with your little shenanigans. Now that your shenanigans are over…" Otanma aimed his pistol at Fletcher one more time. "It's time for you to go to hell, clown!"

"Captain…"

At that moment, Fletcher appeared right in front of Otanma with hit fist drawn back. 'Impossible!' Otanma seemed to slow down as Fletcher drew closer.

"Nearly Fatal, Shogun Punch!" His fist struck Otanma between the eyes. The force of the hit sent Otanma to the ground unconscious.

"Are you still awake, Otanma? Fletcher asked. "No? What? Do I win then?"

Flecher burst through the steel doors to see a large, bald man wearing extravagant robes. He stood on red velvet carpet, and a crystal chandelier hung between to curving stair cases that lead to the floor above.

"Very good," the man said, "I've been watching the whole time, and I found your little quarrel with Otanma to be riveting."

Fletcher gave him a dumbfounded look and cocked his head to the side. "What's riveting mean?"

"It means you have gotten my attention. Otanma was the third strongest man in my castle. The first is me. What brings you here?"

"To beat you up because you make people angry. I hate people who make other people angry or sad."

"You are such a funny boy," the man laughed, "I might even give you a job as my jester as well a high rank in my army. Who are you?"

"You want to know who I am?"

"Yes. Enlighten me. Privy me as to why someone so strong came to my castle."

"My name is Fletcher G. Perkman." Fletcher said "I'm going to find Gol D. Roger's treasure and fight Luffy for the role of King of the Pirates."

"I thought you were better than another Gol D. Roger follower," he said with disappointment. "Wood, grab him."

Fetcher felt a touch on his shoulder from behind followed by a feeling of dizziness. The next thing he knew was falling to the ground in a state of unconsciousness.

"You could have been my second best." The man continued as if Fetcher was still in a state to respond. "You could have had anything you've ever wanted like Otanma." He looked down at Fletcher before turning to Wood. "Can he still hear me?"

"He's unconscious," Wood said. "He'll only see black but he can still hear what you're saying, Michael."

"I thought I told you to call me Gold Finger—no. I thought I told you to call me Lord Gold Finger."

"It's a silly name," Wood replied, "and your Devil Fruit only lets you create earthquakes."

"Silence!" Gold Finger shouted. "As your lord, you will do what I command, Wood!"

"As you wish, Lord Gold Finger."

Gold Finger then turned to Fletcher. "For not being a pirate who will follow my orders… I sentence you to fifteen years of imprisonment."

"Sir," Wood said, "this is only one of the outsiders who broke your rules."

"One of them? You mean there's another one?"

"Yes. He took out two of our golden cloaks."

"If he's not in here, than why are you in here? Shouldn't you be outside protecting me?"

"I wanted to inform you, Lord Gold Finger."

"I should make your belly rumble until you explode," Gold Finger said in exasperation, "but I'll give you another chance. I don't care about this other outsider, but if you see him, I want you to kill him."