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"This is gonna be so fun!" Luffy happily exclaimed as the entire crew stood at the entrance of Loguetown, the birth and execution site of the original pirate king, Gol D. Roger.
"Every pirate heading to the Grand Line stops here to resupply. It has everything you could possibly need," Nami smiled.
"If that's the case, I'm gonna go on a shopping spree. I'll bet they have all sorts of stuff here," Usopp smirked.
"I'll be able to stock up on fresh produce. And fresh women," Sanji dreamily sighed, hearts visible in his eyes.
"I wonder if they have a swordsmith around here," Zoro stated, rubbing his chin.
"I thought you were broke," you teased, nudging him, "Ya gonna steal it?"
He rolled his eyes with a smile, shrugging you off.
"Well, I'm gonna go find where they kill people. I gotta see where the King of the Pirates was executed," Luffy smiled, running off, "YAHOOO!"
"Wait! We have to pick a meeting place!" Usopp shouted after him.
"Don't bother. He's not gonna listen. Let's just go our separate ways and meet up where we meet up," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Just remember to keep your guard up. I heard this place is crawling with marines."
海賊狩
"I'm gonna ask you one last time, marine. Where. Is. Doflamingo?" you growled, the spikes of your mace dangerously close to the marine's neck.
"I told you! I have no idea who that is! I'm telling the truth! I swear! Please don't kill me! I got a wife and kid at home!" the man groveled, tears and snot pouring down his face.
You sighed, pulling back your mace and smacking up upside the head with the butt of it, knocking him out.
'That's the seventh one.'
"Good for nothin' marines," you spat, tucking your mace back into your hip sash before walking out the alleyway.
For the past hour, you had been interrogating every marine you could get your hands on, trying to find some information on the possible whereabouts of Doflamingo.
But so far, you've gotten nothing.
'Of course these small fry aren't gonna know where a guy like him is. I gotta find a higher up, like a captain or a lieutenant or something.'
Just then, you ran into this guy, your thinking distracting you from where you were going.
"Watch where you're going, jer—Whoa," you stopped mid-sentence, looking up to see two cold, dark eyes staring down at you.
