3rd POV
As both Pythias and Aelo walked through town, the citizens and remaining navy officers would back away, frightened by their ferocity. While Aelo was busy reloading his gun, Pytahis was scratching his neck as he began to pull a bag out, gathering all the food he could get. Not even bothering to pay and being extremely uninterested in the citizens themselves. The gunslinger would look at him as he did so, and with a sigh, would break the tension in the air.
"So, which Island are we going to first? Heard tale of the desert paradise island called The Glitter Isle, ya dig?"
Without batting an eye, Pythais would respond as he bit down on an apple, putting a few in the bag alongside some oranges and other food.
"*Crunch* Sounds interesting enough, got any information on it?"
Aelo would nod his head no, just as they approached the navy ship, Pythias stole all those years ago.
"Well, then seems like we've got a long way to go." He said as he grabbed his Log Pose, making sure he didn't touch it with his pinkie, not wanting the object destroyed quite yet.
"It should be fine, though, as long as we use this, we should reach it soon, and you did say it was close by, correct?" Aelo would nod his head in response as they got on the ship and began to ready it.
"Should be unless theirs some secret island nearby, ya dig." Aelo said as he began to unfurl the sail, whilst Pythias untied the ship.
As they sailed off, the man whom they had just defeated woke up, crying and being picked up by his fellow Marines, most likely to be patched up. He would try to shrug them off, but he was far too weak to do even that and would only have enough strength to talk.
"Send word to H.Q., to place a bounty on Rapid-Fire Aelo Rossland, and get me any information on his new leader, that man must be captured or killed at all cost, understood!"
"SIRE, YES SIR!" A few shouted as they ran back to the local Marine base for the transponder snail.
*Location: Glitter Isle*
In the bustling town of the Glitter Isle, one and only inhabitant part, Gluttown, was booming with naval forces as they roamed the dark pink streets and passed by large buildings. Where were all the citizens, though? Where were the bustling shops and the restaurants this place so famous for in this part of the Grand Line?
They were inside the buildings, hiding themselves away as the captain of these navy soldiers strolled down the largest street, his fat body barely hidden by his uniform. He was the size of a building, and a round belly with arms that could barely reach him, and his legs were unable to move as he was currently being pulled by a cart. This man was Captain Josta, the gluttonous man known for his voracious appetite.
In his hand was a large turkey leg that he took a big bite out of as he rolled his way down the street. One of the men, a tiny person even amongst his fellow naval officers. He had a tiny body and short blue hair with large glasses that he constantly fumbled with.
"Captain Josta, sir, the prisoner is still being uncooperative. What should we do with her?"
The bald, round man had a vein pop on his head as he tossed the bone, still wet from his saliva, away in frustration, damaging a nearby shop with the people inside cowering away as he did so.
"Then keep starving her, if she won't deliver the best dish on the island to me, then she'll starve to death, got that, private Kob!"
"Yes, Sir!" Then the small marine named Kob would begin running back to the large fortress towards a smaller section of it, most likely the prison.
Inside the cells themselves were a vast variety of prisoners, some old timers who had been here for so long that they had forgotten their names. Others were so new they were still shaking or even in cuffs after getting arrested. One, however, contained a well-endowed woman wearing a black shirt with a black jacket as well, green pants, and black high heels/hat, but the weirdest part of her would be the gigantic crocodile tail she leaned on.
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She would just stare out of her cell and toss a few rocks or pebbles at the side of their wall, bored out of her mind as she tried to keep her medium-length blonde hair cleanish to the best of her ability. Just then, Kob came rushing through the cells and appeared right in front of her, panting heavily as he had just run all the way here to deliver the news to her in person for some reason.
"Captain Josta has sent me to inform you that meals will continue to be delayed for as long as you refuse to cook for him, Aqua."
She would just sigh and stick out her crocodile tongue at him as her eyes blinked much like a crocodile would. Seeing this, Kob would sigh and droop down a it, knowing what he was gonna have to do next, and he immediately ran out of there like a road runner minus the feathery build.
Outside, Captain Josta had gotten his hands on another turkey leg, with one being held in both hands, and is now chewing angrily. Clearly, his appetite was gone nor would it even be based on the rate they were eating. Just as he finished his second leg, Kob came back with his hand in a salute position.
"She has still declined to cook for you even under duress."
He would sigh hearing that and break the fleshless turkey bone in half, tossing the two halves to the side as he did so, now eating his third one.
"Of course she did, whatever,r keep starving her until she agrees to my demands, otherwise we'll have to up our game, understood, men!"
"SIR, Yes SIR!" they all shouted as in the distance, a familiar ship came ever so closer to the island.