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"We're all caged song birds, waiting for someone to hear our sound"

As the Dutchman docked on the shores of Alabasta once again, The Songbird’s reasoning for returning to surface level had to do with the last words exchanged between Elena and themselves. They’d agreed to meet up months later to chase after the co-ordinates on the map, however, during the conflict on Skypiea, the contents on the map had altered. On the surface of the map, the coordinates and the island depicted had mysteriously faded, on it’s surface the words had mysteriously appeared:

"You have passed the first test. Congratulations. I will cut right to it. If you wish to gain riches of a King, without any real hassle, pour salt onto the map. If you wish to gain the riches of the heavens pour sand onto the map."


Docking on the Coast of Katorea, the Songbirds sat on the deck of the ship, examining the map in a circular manner. In the centre of the forecastle deck, Charlotte, Junbei, Caprice, Juju and Nico, each examined the map’s contents, representing segments of the pie shape pattern the pirate crew possessed. “If you wish to gain the riches of a King…. Pour salt?” Charlotte read inquiring puzzle. “Riches of the heavens… Throw Sand.” Caprice commented, nodding his head. “Hoho… What an interesting riddle. Seeing as we literally came from the Heaven’s should we case after the King’s own?” Juju said chuckling lightly. “What’s a King to a God? I say go for the heavens.” Nico commented. “Glory for the brave and the bold.” Junbei said grinning. Letting down their anchor, Hennessy and Iley swapped the ship’s deck along with their former boss, Jacob.

A gust of wind struck the ship, blowing the map overboard. After chasing the cursed treasure map, making sure to only allow Junbei to grab for it, due to Elena's past coma fiasco, the map laid on the sandy bay. Lunging from his ship, the man reached towards the map, however, as he temporarily glided in mid-air, the sandy coast became his bed. As a dust field of sand shimmered onto the map, it revealed the island Alabasta, as Junbei now laid in the dirt, the map floated right in front of his face. On it’s on content’s was a giant ‘X’, located several paces on the map, behind the city named Alubarna. Chasing after Junbei onto the coast, Charlotte paired at the Cursed Map intently. “It seems whatever where looking for… is literally located in this place called Alubarna. I believed we docked off the coast of Katorea, meaning, if continue North, we’ll eventually reach Alubarna.” Charlotte concluded.

Meanwhile, in Nanohana, a group of reported ‘Standing Animal’s’ took up base in the small town’s most noted perfume shop, ‘Lewis Retailers’. Resting her enlarged katana on her shoulder, the woman cleaned the blood from her woolen face with a special grooming cloth, designed specifically for cleaning her hair, sparkling clean. The shop was quite meager in size, maybe around 1,000 Sq Feet in width and even more underwhelming 800 Sq Feet height against the surface. It was one story, it’s main storefront situated to the South of the shop, while it’s main stock was located to the North of the Property. Surrounding the building was at most ten soldiers in number, each covering the perimeter of the property, separating the distance between each other by 150 Sq Feet. Every ten hours, the Mink warriors was change shift, shooing away the locals from the building with scary demeanors, however, most of the Mink’s wanted to commit acts of minkship on the locals. However, these urges were repressed by their Captain’s stern command, ‘Ignore the Lesser Minks until our Mission is accomplished.’ Sitting on the inside of the building, the mink woman pressed her weary back on the owner’s rocking chair, getting her men to position the shop’s mirror directly in front of her. “When dawn strikes… The Lesser Minks should make their move.” Leiko commented, fascinated with her reflection in the mirror, gnawing gingerly on a grain of wheat she’d recovered from the building, rendering the workers and it’s owners unconscious with slight thumps on their foreheads.

Inside Alubarna Castle, murmurs trickled through the Royal Court, filling the hearts of the Royal Council with fear. “You must be mistaken!” one of the nobles shouted immensely enraged, slamming his hands against the maple table top. In the Council Room, several members of the Alabasta High Council discussed the alarming new revealed to them from their informants in the Market. “Calm down… It’s only a rumour.” one of the other nobles exclaimed, signalling for the servants to pour him a drink into his mug. “Rumour… If you believe that at this stage… You're delusional. The Revivre has summoned our King… and all of the highest ranking guards in the National Army. After submitting our initial report… It might’ve been a rumour then, but since that fortnight, the marines have sent over 200 hundred troops, several of which are commanding officers, who stormed these Castle Walls… To anticipate that ‘man’s’ nakama…” the Noble reported, picking up his glass from the counter, his hand shaking, steady speech and eloquent phrasing could only suppress, on the outside, the true turmoil he felt inside of his heart. A silence befell the table, “The Gentleman of Gems, Raphael Aleksejev’s men are planning to raid Alubarna in five days. According to the intelligence from the Cipher Pol, I’ve confirmed these reports to be true… Our King May not have a Kingdom to come back home to… By dawn we should know our answer. Our time is up.” a next Noble stated, his hands propping his head up, his facial expression, like many others in the room was filled with dread.

[Few hours later]

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"We're all caged song birds, waiting for someone to hear our sound"

Meticulously, a metronome sound omitted from beneath the pillars of sands, leaving silhouettes of dust fields scattered over a century worth of Meters in it’s wake. The steel cladded behemoth of a  transportation moved beneath the sand at T2 Speeds, moving roughly at thirty-five miles per hour. This was by no means the vessel's maximum speed, however, for the sake of the arrival to the destination, with appropriate timing in mind, it was sublime. Wriggling its way through the natural mineral like a worm would make it’s way through an apple’s core, the vessel progressed. It’s exterior coated coated in solar panels, converted the desert's scorching heat into fuel used to funnel through the sand with immense ease. The Gentleman's Cot was 80 Meters in length and it's girth around 15 Meter's, it was nothing to scoff at, as it inched closer to Alubarna, the reversed engineered sand engines, powerful in nature, wiped in the sand into a plume as it progressed.  


The Beast’s name was The Gentleman’s Cot and it was a fine vessel [Tier 4 Sand Vessel] made for one simple purpose, travel beneath and throughout the Desert terrain with ease. The vessel had three levels, at it’s peak, the warriors sat around drinking ale, having immense merriment with the women and liquor, each wealthy pirate made up the consortia. These men, no, these vessels of an Empire, approached as the initial and ideal force sent to collect their master’s namesake. A claim that he’d made his stake on the day he forsook the Cursed Vessel which rose his skills and name to fame, far before he was the man he was today.

However, this story isn’t his yet, on the second level, was for Cot’s staff only, who dealt with the navigation and kept a direct line open to the Emperor, around the fifty meter wide vessel, several snail cams lied hidden beneath the behemoth's metallic skin, mobile with wheels to paparazzi the Commanders. On the third level, was simply a supply room, it’s contents possessed the weapons for today’s operation, bazookas, rifles, ammunition and swords, you named it, this level was an armed warehouse. Sitting at the tavern, the youngest brother Felix, had several women leaning onto him, swooning for his attention and using his body like the night sky for the moon’s pinnacle and patriarch positioning.

Emerging from the lower levels, the merriment ceased. No man dared to breath and no man dared to drink until the eight foot man’s content was assured. “Felix!” the man’s deep voice ushered through the submarine’s contents, the bar which acted as the centre of the room was positioned twenty-five meters away from his bellow at the staircase, symmetrically built as an island in the oasis for alcoholic refills and treacherous tales to be had. Kissing each lady on the cheek, the man who was shorter than his brother by nearly an merger inch, rose from his seating position, walking streamline towards his brother, as the men moved their tables to support their Commander’s drunken walk.

As the man approached, his older brother shook his head in disbelief. “You're younger than me yet you drink so profusely brother… You stink.” the older brother scoffed, holding his noise from the scent of his brother’s whiskey cologne. “To love me is to love my faults… Besides… the Mission isn’t til dawn. We’re still several miles away from the target… I can tell by how she’s rocking… We haven’t entered into smoother terrain.” Felix exclaimed, finally making it to his brother, resting his arms around his brother’s neck. “Gotcha! Big Brother!” Felix shouted.

Wedging his hands against his sibling’s face, who was trying to give him a drunken Minkship smacker on his cheek, the man stated, “You better sober up… Boss is calling in to check in on us.” Renaldo exclaimed sighing, nudging his brother away with all his strength, though his cheerful manner shattered when news of the meeting with the boss came into fruition of his ears. A pale colouring came to the man’s pale face, even the hair on his head of his long flowing blonde curls seemed to stand up. Proceeding to the lower levels, the two seasoned warriors travelled down the elevator docking system, revealing a communications room on the second floor.

Below the large transponder screen, a mighty figure revealed tomorrow’s plan, hours passed, the meeting was complete. Hauling over onto the floor, Felix screamed for the staff to bring him a bucket, which he spewed his innards into. “Good job.” Renaldo said winking, chuckling slightly at his brother’s pathetic state. His jet black hair and piercing opal eyes rattled with the unstable movements of the land shark’s movements. “Jesus. If he knew I was drunk on the job, he’d have my head-” Felix stopped before spewing his innards once more into the bucket. Laying on his tummy with a content look on his face, Felix worked hard so the proud red and black themed uniforms his brother and himself shared was spotless.

On its front, the image of a crucifix was fashioned in the garments, a white undershirt of cotton make and long black starched pants to compliment the duo’s imperial look. At their waists were two jousting blades each, their blade’s tips of a seastone make. “It was your idea to enter from below… knowing your sea sickness is this severe.” Renaldo exclaimed chuckling. “Your such a sadist!” Felix exclaimed, trying to keep what remained of his lunch stationary. “It’s night out. Get some rest… We get the treasure and then we get out. Our sources on the surface report the marines have sent quite the bigwig to handle us. Not big enough though… I’m insulted.” Renaldo stated grinning.

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Arriving in the city, the marine troops rallied on patrols around the perimeter of the city’s trademark fifty foot wall. In a circular fashion, from all pinnacle directions, one hundred men manned the look-out point’s of the city’s wall, twenty-five on the wall’s peak, aiming their sniper weapons with scopes that could pick-up any sign of life about one hundred meters away from their positioned direction. Along the wall’s peak, each sniper was placed exactly ten meters away from each other, with a snail-phone at their sides in-case of any changes in activity, the first number on call was that Rear Admiral Pierre Rogue.

Between each sniper was eight to ten men at most, while the remainder waited behind the city’s closed gate. Pierre wasted no time, no haste in his actions, the Nobles and the Citizen’s were escorted into the Royal Palace and some into the Clock Tower, the able bodied that is,  that sat in the city’s square about two-hundred meters from the palace, the remainder of the men created yet another perimeter around the palace’s steps. One hundred in number, each marine possessed a metal katana. With the nobles, four of the Commanding Marine Captain’s sat in the Palace’s hidden passageway, which was accessible from the library only by removing a single book from the shelf, one entitled, ‘Oracle Eyes’.

This underground passageway was a gateway to the ruins, and the treasure that Davy Jones had left behind in Alabasta, a trade secret only the Marine Captains, the King, his closest men and the Rear Admiral knew. Since the King was away at the Revivere, only the Marine bigwigs knew of this passageway. Pierre ordered the men to wreck the room and several books off the shelf onto the floor, to make it appear as if it was raided prior, in case of his untimely death or inability of the Captain’s to protect the nobles. Each Commander had a baby Den Den Mushi strapped to his arm, which possessed direct links to each other, and their commander.

The remaining three Marine Captain’s guarded the East and West Entrances of the city, by themselves, confident in their skills in Hasshoken. The final Marine Captain manned the Southern and main entrance in the city, where three-quarter of the snipers were positioned at the wall’s peak. With these plans put in place, everyone was ready for the attack, as night time fell upon the city. Remaining guards from the Army sat atop camel’s in the desert, willing to lead any stragglers to the West Entrance, which permitted any citizen’s into the city through screened checks.

No other entrance permitted strangers and tourist entry, and word had been spread to all the ports about this arrangement. With everything set into place, the man of the hour was missing. His Den Den Mushi rang constantly, as the Commander of the Southern Wall, Rox, was a worry wart of a woman and wanted to give by the hour reports. Pierre sat dressed in Alabasta city attire, silk long flowing sleeve shirt and a kilt which stretched towards the ground, to cover himself from the desert heat. Boozing himself away in a small abandoned pub, approximately, ten meters away from the main entrance, the metal mouth marine chugged his sorrows away with Sake.

“Ah boy… If I fail… The bloods of these citizens are on my hand.” Pierre exclaimed picking up his Den Den Mushi periodically, listening his student squawk, in hopes of intel on the Yonko troops positions but with nothing new to update, except a few flickers in dust balls and miniature sandstorms that plagued the desert, the man hang up, drinking once more.

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Still light out, the Songbirds had concluded that they’d have to go towards Alubarna to locate this treasure. Returning to his room, Junbei strapped his holster onto his waist, attaching Gravitas, Vitas, and his primed Blitz Sticks into the leather strap belt. Grinning, he’d now wear his red kimono, with a fishscale pattern on it’s fabric, leaving the top off to negate the Desert Heat, revealing the various scars, new and old plastered across his body. Digging through his chest, he strapped his fur coat over his body, with it’s array of rainbow colours, grinning in the mirror at his appearance. Strapping on his wooden sandals, the man returned from the lower deck, towards the main deck, where his crew was also getting primed and ready.

Charlotte opted to stay behind and guard the ship, along with the remaining grunts, three in number and of course, the haunted ship staff of the Flying Dutchman. Hoisted safely in the ship’s crow’s nest, the woman arched her bow and arrow, primed for anyone suspicious who’d approach the boat. “Hoho… I have something for you Nico.” Juju stated, opening the crate he’d packed onto the ship from Skypiea. The giant box revealed, a glaive, with a dial in it’s centre and a bazooka which had two other dials, a Heat and Breath Dial, sitting several inches below in the straw filled crate. Picking up the glaive, which the man rested on his shoulders, Juju pointed to the bazooka, “That one’s yours. I noticed everyone else on the crew had a weapon, so go nuts. The different dials give the Burn Bazooka a different effect.” Juju said grinning.

Strapping the bazooka onto his back with the leather strap provided, the men were all set for their journey, Caprice also having his titanium blade hidden under his long sleeved brown jacket. Running and jumping off the deck and hopping onto the sand, the Songbird Captain was eager for his journey, Juju and Nico descended off the deck via the normal platform, which was now hoisted into the sand. Caprice followed shortly behind the too, “This damn sun…” Caprice exclaimed. As the ship was anchored onto the docks, Junbei turned back towards the ship once more waving towards the look-out.

After traversing the deck for several meters, in the distance Junbei recognised a familiar face. Entering into his intangibility state, the man sneaked behind the woman, hovering his reformed head above the woman’s shoulder, “I’m not sure if a pretty lady such as yourself should be standing on the docks glowing like this. What if you make some random stranger fall head over heels for ya?” Junbei inquired, grinning as the woman’s glare, slightly made it hard for him to see, squinting his eyes. Running behind their Captain to play catch up, Juju flapped his wings, docking three meters from the Captain and the woman’s position, while Caprice dashed forward to meet up with Elena, Nico also hovered behind the rambunctious duo.

Taking out a cigarette, the man lit it, taking a few puffs. “Who's the cutie?” Nico inquired. “Hoho… No clue.” Juju commented, pulling at his beard.

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Meanwhile, the soldiers couldn’t resist it any longer. Sheaving their weapons, the Minkmen rushed towards the frightened townspeople, rubbing, nibbling and licking against them screaming ‘Garachu!’. The reports leaked from Nanohana into the neighbouring town of Katorea within moments via a citizen who was freaked out of his mind from being licked. Hopping onto his Spotted Bill Duck, the man high horsed towards Nanohana hoping to get some assistance from the guards within the village. Hearing the commotion, the Mink Commander who’d set up shop within the perfume house had emerged from her slumber, brushing and combing her wool as she walked towards the door.

As she opened the door, the Mink and the town’s people were making merry, exchanging clothes and trade secrets about grooming among the Lesser Minks. It was if a huge party had broken out into the street and it wasn’t even afternoon, it was still wee into the hours of the day, dawn just recently breaking. “They just couldn’t help mingling with the Lesser Minks-teia.” Leiko chuckled, as she closed the door behind her. “I get I should get some Minkship in too!” Leiko announced, flailing her hands into mid-air, rushing after a Lesser Mink who was selling vegetables by a nearby stall.

50 miles outside of the Royal City Night time 11:00 pm.

5 hours later day break 4:00 am

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"We're all caged song birds, waiting for someone to hear our sound"

The Gentleman’s Cot halted its movements, still submerged now approximately fifty meters below the desert’s terrain. As the sun began to crack into the sky’s humongous being, the clouds moved slowly above the city of Alubarna, white in colour as fluffy as cotton. In the navigation room, the Yonko’s commanders sat in patience as the submarine’s periscope extended from the beast’s conning tower, extending fifty meters above surface level.

The Periscope's lens was around twenty-two inches in side, hoisted inside of the thirty inch make that contained the scope. From the Periscopes body, a small chamber emerged, a mechanical door hoisted, releasing a series of Camera Den Den Mushi which were mobile, fixed to their bottoms were small ten by ten inch wooden platforms which were attached with rubber wheels, all fuelled by an miniature engine hoisted to the platform's bottom. Revving immensely, the probe dashed towards Alabasta, around twenty in number, scaling the city’s plateau approaching from the North-Eastern block.

At this time, several of the marines were sleeping, and though unusual to see small robotic fixtures, it was still fairly dark out, as the sun had yet to crack it’s luminance fully into the sky. After moments, the probes arrived, entering into the city by scaling the cities outer wall. Making it to the peak, the probes revved once more, rolling off the wall, falling almost fifty feet towards the ground, the wheel’s had fastened rubber shock absorbers to resist the wall. The Den Den Mushi’s mobilised through the seemingly abandoned city, communicating the images on the screens of the Gentleman’s Cot and the Gentleman of Gems at his undisclosed location.

“Looks like the Nobles took the tip and evacuated the city. Smart.” Felix commented, fidgeting his right hand on the his jousting swords hilt. “You know how boss likes to do things… A true gentleman extends his hand in conquest before taking what he desires… Whether it be from the lady he courts or the city he plunders.” Renaldo stated. “The probes are in place. Now shall we. I still say we do this old school pirate style… Decimate until they submit.” Felix said scratching his head as he unknotted his curls. “We’re the Commanders of one of the most influential men on the sea… These toys don’t come cheap.The lot of you!” Renaldo shouted.

“Activate the Dust Field!” Renaldo grinned. From the sides of the sand veiled submarine, ten gigantic twenty foot fans emerged. It was now an hour pass their arrival time, the ship began to emerge from its prior position at T1 speeds. As the submarine emerged, the very desert shook in it’s wake, alarming all of those who had been sleeping at the arrival of the Gentleman’s Cot’s party. After several moments, the vessel reached the surface, the gigantic fans began to kick up a hailstorm, blowing the oasis of sand into a sand storm which covered not only the submarine's position but extending outwards, as the mouth of the submarine now touched the North Block’s Entrance, the closest route to the Castle.

The whole Northern Section of the city was covered in a Sand Storm, which spread across the city within hours, the whole of Alubarna was covered in sand field which lowered visibility. It was now noon. Ascending to the upper levels of the submarine, Felix and Renaldo appeared before their men, gas masks in hand. Walking over to the island in the centre of the level, Renaldo and Felix hopped onto the table, drawing their jousting blades and extending it towards the heavens. “Today… We chase our Captain’s greatest desire… Davy Jones Treasure. Our target is simple, the hidden catacombs beneath Alabasta’s Royal Tower… However… To minimise casualties our forces will be divided into into several parties as explained during this journey but to repeat, it’ll go as follows!” Felix shouted.

Picking up from where his brother left off, “We are currently at the North Gate… by this point the Marines will either A) Change their formation or B) Try to hold us off with the forces we have and gradually send reinforcements. None of this matters, as long as they have marine uniforms on their fair game. Leave the civilians out of it, we’re gentlemen after all!” Renaldo shouted. “Renaldo-sama!” his men cheered at the man’s pure chivalry, the slight blush on the Captain’s face when he urged his men to leave the civilian’s out of the squabble.“Rifle Group! You’ll raid the stairs behind the swordsmen party, gain control of the wall! You’ll be fifty in number and attack the North Section with us. Twenty of our finest men, along with thirty of you rookies looking to make a name for yourself!” Renaldo shouted. “I’ll lead the North Gate charge and retrieve the map!” Renaldo shouted.

“And I’ll lead the lot of you to the South through the city… We’ll attack the bastards from behind! Don’t forget to wear your masks at all times! The remainder of your men will come with me!” Felix shouted. The men cheered, slamming their mugs against the table in pure excitement. “Once I’ve retrieve and confirmed the treasure leading the probes into the ruins… We’ll mow the submarine into the city, dock at the Alubarna Castle and retreat our submarine and switch into aquatic mode. It should take no less than twenty-four hours to cease this city! Don’t put dirt on Raphael’s name!” Renaldo shouted.

Placing their blades in front of their face in means to say a prayer, the remainder of the musketeer themed pirates followed suit. “May our blades bring justice to our Lord! Move out!” Renaldo shouted. The Northern Dock of the submarine opened, revealing a pack of camouflage dressed Super Spotted Ducks, over hundred plus in number. Placing on their gas masks, specifically made to handle the sandstorm climates, the force circled around the dust field, which was now encompassing at least several miles of the city of Alubarna. However, it only stretched about 50 Diameters on the outskirts of the city, so, for anyone approaching the plume would look more like a puff of sand enshrouding the city.

The forces mobilised at 12:45.

The sound of the massive fans could’ve been heard from the Northern Block. The sound of the Captain’s Den Den Mushi rung, his sensory Haki already in effect, picking up the panicking bodies and movement within the city, from his position at the Southern Gate in Alubarna. Answering the Den Den Mushi on his wrist, the features of the Mushi transformed to that of one of his supporting Captain’s faces. “When I heard the noise, I rushed over immediately. It seems they’ve appeared. A large submarine bearing the Jolly Roger of the Yonko, Raphael Aleksejev has docked at the Northern Wall.” the Captain Killjoy reported. “Those bastards knew the treasure was nested in the Royal Castle all along… I underestimated the Yonko’s information network. How’s the civilian transport going?” Pierre asked, fighting his way to his feet from the pulsating headache in his temple.

“We’ve safely relocated most of the population through the Royal Ruins across the river… We’re receiving reports that the cities of Rainbase and Yuba have provided refuge for the citizens of the Capital. The only ones who remain in the Castle are the nobles and the four other Marine Captains… As you ordered. We’ve even managed to evacuate the citizens in the clock-tower. All incoming merchants have been re-directed from the West Block, towards the River to Rainbase… The City is free scope to do as we please.” Killjoy reported. “Good. How big is the vessel?” Pierre asked, his eyes squinting from the sun that peered through the window’s blinds to the pub, the hangover rocking every aspect of his biological markup.

“Approximately 300 feet or so…” Killjoy reported. “Fuck me.” Pierre responded, picking up the half empty Sake bottle, and gobbling it down. “Sir!” Killjoy reported appalled at the man’s response. “Alright… Tell every personnel remain in their posts… I’ll be over at the Northern Wall shortly.” Pierre said. Finishing the last ounces of the bottle, Pierre licked his lips and used Geppo to break through the pub’s ceiling, climbing fifty meters into the air, above the and veil. “It has girth but it lacks height… Alright… Game on Raphael!” Pierre shouted, pushing off the air, in his previous suspended position towards the Northern Dock. Suddenly, the sound of cannonball fire could’ve been heard bustling from the South.


“More like trouble seems to find me… I’ve been slaying Cats and fighting off hordes of Winged People for the last few months…” Junbei’s eyes sadden with memories of the ruins and the battles with Lena. In response to the acquisition of the treasure,“Rishi Rishi… We agreed to split it down the middle. I’m a man of my word.” Junbei exclaimed, backing away a few inches to give the woman space after realising his face was offly too close to hers.

“Down the middle… We worked hard for that map… I say Seventy Thirty…” Caprice exclaimed, his eyes shining with greed and dollar signs, fashioning his fingers into an ‘okay’ sign. Slamming his fist against the child’s head, “Stop being dingy.” Junbei commented. The Captain and the Thief got into a playful scuffle, “Says the man who eats us out of a house and home on every voyage! Ha! Right down the middle! Your stomach can’t support such idealistic splits!” Caprice shouted, throwing punches in between his sentences.

Wedging his fist in the child’s face, “Eh… I remember a certain thief who squandered all of our money in backdoor Spotted Duck Fights and dice games last time we were in Alabasta!” Junbei exclaimed. “It’s an investment. In-Ves-Ment! You wouldn’t know anything about that huh!? You're too busy chasing after bird girls and sketchy inventor ladies to notice that!? Eh Captain!? Go write some music for once!” Caprice shouted, as his hands phased through Junbei’s face, which had a default smirk.

“Hey! You’re not suppose to dodge that with your Devil Fruit! Stingy!” Caprice said sticking out his tongue. “Rishi Rishi-” Junbei chuckled his laughter halted by the feel of a hand grab onto his bird-coat, lifting both himself and the child in mid-air like cats. “Hoho… Now Now…” Juju exclaimed, chuckling once again heartedly. Resting his glaive into his makeshift cloth holster, “We haven’t met. My name is Juju Fall. I’ve had the pleasure to meet this strange man 10,000 Feet in the Sky! And you are?” Juju said, holding the two as they squirmed in his hands.

The eight foot man’s height certainly towered over Junbei and Caprice’s stature, as well as Roku’s. However, the jolly giant meant no harm in his advance, he just wanted to put an end to the pointless squabble. Advancing from his former position, the fedora wearing musician came to the forefront, grabbing the woman’s hand, Elena’s hand and bowing onto one-knee. “It’s nice meeting you… My glowing goddess… My name… is Nico Squalo. Charmed.” Nico exclaimed dramatically. After a few moments passed and Junbei finally broke free, responding to Elena’s question about what next, “We head to Alubarna! Apparently it’s directly North of here!” Junbei commented, handing over the map to Elena to check for herself.

“Charlotte said it’d take at least a day's travel by camel from Nanohana.” Junbei commented. Chuckling slightly, Caprice walked ahead of the pack, “A day's travel!? Ha! You underestimate the power of information dear Captain!” Caprice announced smugly. “There’s a way to travel in Alabasta that’s ten times more faster than a camel.” Caprice said, placing his finger index finger under his chin in a ‘check’ sign. “Eh… really… What?” Junbei asked, his squinted, sketchy at the truth in the child’s statement. “Believe in me dammnit! And follow me!” Caprice explained puffing out his cheeks and marching away. Staring over his shoulder to Elena, “Shall we?” Junbei asked grinning, his royal purple eyes sparkling under the sun’s glow. If Elena had choose to follow the crew, they’d follow Caprice through the city to the outskirts of the town, where Caprice revealed his bright idea.

“Tada!” the child exclaimed pointing to the small ranch which housed several Super Spotted Bill Ducks. ‘Mahual’s Super Spotted Ducks!’ the sign above the house read. Turning away, “Let’s go and look for some camels… I think the sun’s gotten to the boy’s head.” Junbei said unimpressed, pushing Juju, Nico and Elena away. “Stop it! I’m not kidding!” Caprice shouted. “Hehe… I found out last time we met up that these ducks are even faster than camel’s we rode towards the coast. Their feet and shanks allow them to glided above the sand at alarming rates!” Caprice stated.

“Alright. I’ll give it a shot.” Junbei responded sighing, slightly convinced. Just as the male was about to enter into the shop, two odd things occurred simultaneously. A cart transported perfumes had dropped a barrel off in the distance, which revealed two males who were seemingly playing around in the sand. Secondly, a messenger rode into the village screaming something quite peculiar. “Animals! Walking Animals are attacking Nanohana!” the messenger screamed frantically, falling off the camel onto the sandy terrain in exhaustion. “Rishi Rishi… Speedy Ducks and Talking Animals… Alabasta sure is an interesting place.” Junbei exclaimed.

[Geno Ranzu has arrived. Location 350 meters out from main entrance. 12 pm]