"Sir, could I get you over here for a moment?"
The setting is at the Navy headquarters in an unknown location of the world, it's a sunny day and not a cloud in the sky.
"What is it, cadet?"
The Marine cadet approaches the desk of an overbearing figure sitting at a desk, on the table is a name plate with the word Admiral.
"It's an up-and-coming pirate crew in the North blue. In the past month, they've injured a commander on the Albaque outpost, slaughtered nearly a hundred soldiers at the Rivers Crossing outpost, and have been sighted at 2 other islands causing havoc."
"What does the crew go by?" The Navy Admiral grunted, lighting a cigarette.
"No name, yet. They have one confirmed member with a bounty, however."
"Send the info we have on the confirmed members down to the communications office, I want posters printed on every base by the end of the day."
"Yes, sir." The Cadet walked out of the Admirals office, and took a deep exhale.
Back in the present, Kev and Litz are in the snowy mountains with the two strange boys they just met, Stroggy and Shambles are in the town, and the rest of the crew is aboard the boat, docked and staying warm.
"Hey, are you guys hungry? I made sushi." Fishy enters the designated living room of the ship with a plate of food. Inside is Sneeze, reading an encyclopedia about the different devil fruits of the world, and Rain, who's napping in the corner of the room on a bean bag.
Sneeze looks up from his book. "I'd love some, thank you Fishy. And I'll save some for when sleeping beauty wakes up..."
Fishy sets the plate down and heads back outside. "I wonder what they're doing out there..." He thinks to himself, staring at the abnormal snowy island. However, his curiosity is short-lived, as something catches his eye in the water. Approaching the ship slowly, is a wooden rowboat with 2 men rowing on each side.
"H-hey! Turn around, we're not expecting anyone!" Fishy shouts to the men, who ignore him. One gets up and throws a rope with a hook over onto the ledge of the ship, and they begin to climb up.
"Aghh!" Fishy yells.
Sneeze steps outside, confused. "What's going on out here!?" Fishy runs inside, pointing to the hook on the side of the ship as he breaks for the kitchen. As Sneeze looks over, the men have already made their way aboard.
Sneeze scoffs. "And who the hell might you two clowns be?"
One of the men spoke up. He's a slender figure, dressed with a brown leather jacket and an odd hairstyle, with fingerless gloves on each hand. "We're not here to chatter. Give us our Captain, and we won't wreck your shitty boat."
Sneeze laughs. "Your Captain isn't on this boat, unless he's a timid but skilled cook, an emo femboy, or me, and I know for sure it's not one of those."
The other man aboard growls. He's a rugged man dressed in all green clothing, spiky black hair, and glaring red eyes. "Stop playing stupid. We're here for Typhon. We're his first and second commanders, which to you, means we won't have an issue beating your ass in a two-on-one."
Suddenly, a fourth voice echoes from behind them all. "I don't mean to shatter your fantasy, but you should re-count the playing field." Rain walks out of the living room, rubbing his eye and swinging his moon scepter in his other hand. "We don't have Typhon on this boat, turn around or get enrolled as our new hostages."
"Hostages, huh?" The first man in the leather jacket scratches his chin. "That's a good idea, Typhon will be so proud when we sell you for some dough."
"Enough yap, your voice is pissing me off." Sneeze rolls up his sleeves as the 2v2 ensues aboard our hero's ship.
