Maelstrom

Chapter 47

Third Person POV

Five warlords were already gathered at the table, awaiting their sixth since the seventh was still reportedly 'M.I.A' though it was a unanimous agreement that Jinbei was likely either locked up somewhere or under the seas with his people, not really caring either way if the 'Son of The Sea' would show to their monthly meeting.

A handsome yet scowling man in a long coat and a rich business suit was sitting at one end of the table, a cigar in his mouth, a glinting hook atop his right hand, throwing glares at the rest of the room. His black hair was styled back, his steely grey eyes narrowed at the man who perched himself next to him.

Another man sat beside him, handsome in a different way, oozing with charisma yet a hint of danger flared, barely suppressed underneath his charming façade. He leant into the hooked man's personal space, voice jaunty and silky as he began to murmur obscenities and mocking comments, his face twisted in a cruel smirk as he continued his antics, further provoking the other man. He had a huge feathered cloak draped on his back, oddly eccentric clothing with an obnoxious shade of pink covering his tall frame. His eyes were covered by a pair of equally odd pinkish-red shaped sunglasses, blonde hair disheveled, hands weaving through the air in what seemed to be a flurry of movements, similar to one's movements when they would play with string.

In another seat, a woman was glaring at all the men in the room, her eyes similar to jewels, cold and beautiful. She had a long mane of black hair, azure blue eyes, long lashes and deep red lips, curved downwards in a sneer. She huffed, crossing her legs through her amazon outfit, her dress hiking upwards slightly as she leant backwards, closing her eyes in boredom and agitation, looking forward to the meeting ending so she could go home as soon as possible.

Next to the woman was a large man, his bulking frame was huge, bear-like and easily towering over many of the other warlords. He had a book opened, a purple bible of some sort? Who knew really? He seemed relaxed, engaged in his script as he continued to turn the pages.

Another man was seated next to the two, cackling in an ear-grating pitch, his dressing similar to a vampire lord's? Or whatever else he enjoyed, really, no one knew why the man wore clothes like that but no one really bothered to care either. He was laughing loudly at something that the other two warlords had said, their glares focusing on him as he paled and immediately quieted.

The blonde feathered warlord and the hooked warlord both smirk before turning back to one another, the hooked man glaring, the feathered one smirking. And thus leading to the two continuing to try and get a rise out of the other one.

The doors to the large meeting room opened with a quiet click, and in walked the sixth warlord, Mihawk Dracule. Everyone was here now, the marine higher-ups were nervously trying to quiet down the warlords, still a bit cautious from the overwhelming power that each of these former-pirates held. A loud voice boomed throughout the room, following behind Mihawk as a large man in admiral gear walked into the room. Fleet admiral Sengoku. His cold gaze swept the room as he began to speak.

"Alright you pirate scum, let's get this meeting started already. All of you-" His voice cut off as he whirled back to the greatest swordsmen, his face darkened in rage.

"Mihawk Dracule, why the hell is there a civilian behind you? You better have a good explanation for this." He growls, his enraged hazel eyes darting to the figure standing behind Mihawk, a young woman clutching at the Italian's back.

The woman had a mane of long silky black hair, her eyes were an incredulous shade of gold, her lips drawn down in an unimpressed frown. Two scars lined each side of her pink lips, etched into her skin like her grimace had split open her face, her figure clad in a simple white dress, the fabric clinging to her frame in a tantalizing manner. She was a beautiful young woman, but why the hell was she clinging to Mihawk Dracule, almost like...she knew him?