Sengoku was having a rather nasty day already. He was dealing with the aftermath of the Whitebeard War. It wasn't pretty. Thousands upon millions of letters had had to be sent to the families of his deceased soldiers. It was lowering morale. The Marines had sacrificed much in the end; perhaps too much for the reward they had reaped. Whitebeard's death had incited even more trouble in the New World, where uprisings were occuring among the remaining Yonkou over the world's strongest man's territories. Whitebeard had evidently been the most beneficial Yonkou, and many islands had been safe under his protection. Now, these islands were being terrorized and destroyed. Sengoku had had to send soldiers all over the Grand Line, and the marine divisions were spread too thin. It would only be time until the pirates found a weak link and destroyed them form the inside. All that stress was already piled on his shoulders, yet the Gorosei were still pushing him to go further. Sengoku was disgusted with them. They'd covered up the entire Impel Down issue, for the sake of the appearance of the World Government. Countless criminals were running amok all over the Grand Line, terrorizing the people, and yet they did nothing. And yet they demanded more of him. More soldiers, more protectors, more than Sengoku could afford to give them. He was done. His hair had gone white from all the stress. An old man like him could no longer support the Marines as Fleet Admiral.

Sengoku picked up the Den-Den Mushi, and began the call. The snail rang three times before someone finally picked up.

"Sengoku," said the voice on the other line. The voice was robotic, as to protect the Gorosei. So Sengoku had no clue as to whom he was talking to.

"Hello," said Sengoku.

"What is this about?"

"I've called to deliver a very important message."

"And what might that be?"

"I'm resigning in my position as Fleet Admiral."

"Is that so," said the voice, lacking all inflection.

"Yes," replied Sengoku, not regretting at all the words he'd said.

"Do you have any suggestions as to your Successor?"

"Admiral Kuzan is fit for the job."

"If we are not mistaken, isn't Kuzan's motto 'Lazy Justice'?"

"He will rise to the position when needed."

"Where will you be reassigned?"

"I am not sure yet."

"May we remind you, Sengoku, that these matters are to be discussed with the Commander-In-Chief?"

"I'll take it to him eventually."

"Why were we contacted first?"

"So I could tell you that it was your rotten, scheming, scumbagging actions that have caused the Marines to fall as greatly as they did, and I truly hope you're happy with yourselves," said Sengoku, slamming the reciever back down. He knew it was childish. He knew it was innapropriate. But he couldn't care less. The weight that had been on his shoulders vanished all at once. He felt light for the first time since Whitebeard's death.

"So you won't be bossing me around anymore?" said Garp, entering Sengoku's office.

"Not at all, my old friend," replied Sengoku, offering Garp a rice cracker.

"Too bad," said Garp, accepting the snack and chomping on it thoughtfully. "You know," said Garp, "I was thinking of making that exact same call, but you beat me to it. If I resign now, the justice system will have lost two great figures, and then what will they do?"

"Screw the justice system," said Sengoku, leaning back into his chair, "that thing is corrupted beyond repair anyways."

"Don't be like that," said Garp, crumpling up the rice cracker wrapper, and tossing it to Sengoku's goat, who muched on it happily.

"I wanted to stay you know," said Sengoku, opening up another package, "I really did. But I can't."

"What makes you think that?"

"The world has been turned upside down. Perhaps the pirates are more ethical than us after all."

"Pirates are scum, Sengoku," said Garp.

"And your grandson?"

"He's one of the very few exceptions."

"I'll bet."

A.N.: I was struggling a lot with Sengoku. I must have written this 3 times before it finally turned out like this. But I really like it. There are certain events that change everything. The Marineford War completely warped the Straw Hats, but it affected the Marines too. The adjustments that the Marines made after the War 2 years ago are still affecting the storyline today. Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated! See you on the 13th for Rayleigh and Koby!