I. Run Them Hands -Mishka/Luther-

[MELLOW SKY]

It was so strange being back here in this godforsaken land called Thriller Bark. Every single crack and crevice was littered with disguisting filth. You couldn't see it, but rest assured it was there. The air was foul as if a hundred dead bodies had been piled atop one another and pissed on. A mission had been assigned to the rear admiral to return to Thriller Bark and capture a pirate, but to be frank he really didn't want to do it. His eyes fell to near slits as he surveyed the grayed deserted streets ahead. Dull cobblestone roads lay before the blonde swordsman, tiny shacks of houses and buildings surrounding him. This was his old neighborhood...where he had scrapped to survive as a child.

The blonde marine came prepared to do what was necessary to stay safe here in this leaderless expanse of land. A snow white navy trench coat sat atop a long sleeved black button up, his jet black pants staying just above his leather shoes as to not touch the gross ground below. Clutched in Peter's hand was his sheathed katana, the only way he'd stay safe in the thug over run town.

Peter trekked on his route aimlessly, no real direction in mind. As of late he'd been having the most vivid of dreams of the neighborhood. Images and flashbacks of himself growing up with all of the goons and thugs of Thriller Bark. Fighting everyday like it was his last. Living and stealing had become his only means of survival until one day a marine had shed some light on young Peter's life and showed him that if he really wanted to be rid of the sadness that was Thriller Bark all he'd needed to do was enlist in the marines. So he did, and to this day Peter had never once faced the hardships he did as a child. He hated Thriller Bark with a furious passion, but why for goodness sakes couldn't the marine get it out of his head?

[Luther King]

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[MISHKA CANNIBAL]

It was as if he appeared from thin air, his slim frame appearing on the side of Luther. "You called?" His voice lingering with ambition, "So we off to capture these pirates or not Peter?" Mishka was never one to truly need comrades, always accustomed to doing things himself. But today that would change in this forsaken island, he was going to work with his comrades in pursuit of to capture these corrupted pirates. His presence was simple, yet still frightening, but he didn't care nonetheless.

ooc: my muse is super low, tbh. sorry :c

[MELLOW SKY]

Peter felt like he hadn't waited too long before Luther King had finally arrived. It wasn't often that the rear admiral was around other such names as these marines since he preferred to stay to himself, but some help on the mission was well appreciated. Hell, with Luther and Mishka on the mission there couldn't have been any way for the trio to fail. A stifled yawn slipped from the blondes lips as he hadn't even thought about a meeting place or where he could possibly find the other two marines. In truth Peter was ready to start the mission without them. "Well ya see...I forgot yall was comin!"

Speaking of the devil. Just when Luther spoke of Mishka the demon himself appeared. What an oddity he was, suddenly popping up out of the blue beside Luther. Peter literally hadn't even seen him walk up, but that was normal for Mishka's weird ass. "Now that we're all here lemme show you the place...it isn't too far from here".

A gigantic run down warehouse stood about a mile from the marines meeting spot which Peter had lead them to. It was in the cut of a set of woods, isolated as opposed to all of the clusterfucks of huts and crappy buildings of Thriller Bark. Stone floors turned to soft earth as the three men would arrive at the site of the mission. Forest surrounded the men on either side, but a long dirt road was the only thing that stood between themselves and a warehouse full of pirates...and snot nosed children. About thirty feet up the building there were a row of a dozen windows, then two feet higher was the edge of the building.

Luckily there were tons of trees around to climb that could easily get the men atop the warehouse and inside. Shoving his hands in his pockets Peter gazed straight faced at his comrades. "I thought of a plan on the way here, and it should worky swimmingly if you guys listen to me" he began. Motioning to a tree nearest the building the rear admiral looked to Luther. "We climb that to get on top of the building. According to the blueprints I got there should be four windows on the roof looking down on the operation. The plan is simple, one of us sneak in through and figure the location of the children then relay the info to the other two, then once inside try to coral the children to a point where they can't be used as shields. I'll go in and make sure the kids are okay, on my word you two rush in and whip ass. Sound good?"

[Luther King]

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[MISHKA CANNIBAL]

As the team finally got together, they quickly began to plot against the pirates within the warehouse. Peter Crow quickly began discussing the details of the building, whilst Mishka analyzed it carefully with blood red optics. His skill of photographic memory and analysis was what made him known as a genius amongst others; but his true skills remained in the battlefield. The commodore was known for his bloody snake style and ability to not fear anything in the slightest. "Alright, let Peter go. Luther, you and I will quickly take care of the lackies... Peter if you get caught, just signal us somehow." He stated calmly, his eyes closed and mind open to the other's suggestions.

But he personally feel their was no more time for that, they needed to hurry up, and act upon the emotions they had towards the pirates. Children's lives were at stack and by being marines, they had a code to live up by and most follow that code till the day they die. "Peter, gogogogo!" Everything was about to unfold here and now and soon things would be stopped for these pirates.

[MELLOW SKY]

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Not a single pirate had come out of the building yet and the marine trio had yet to make a slip up. After comfirming the plan with the other two Peter stood up tall, pushing his hips as he leaned back for a huge stretch. Sneak in here. Climb up that. Save some bastard little kids. Peter had the easy jobs, even though he couldn't fucking stand children.

Without hesitation the odd haircut having rear admiral darted away, scaling the tree quite easily without even using his hands. In five big steps Peter had made it to the top of the tree and rolled off onto the top of the warehouse. A great gust of wind blew his trench coat furiously, and even with the amazing climb up the tree he hadn't let go of his sword. Sneakily he made his way over to the windows overlooking the operation...boy was this thrilling. It was pretty damn fun. Peter smiled a wide grin because never before had he felt like such a ninja badass!

The entire floor was exactly the way the marines had been informed. There were few windows and they were situated at the very top of the building. Pirates scurried around furiously peddling rifles and swords into boxes that were most likely going to their ship. And finally off to one corner were the few twelve children that the pirates had abducted, all of them seemed to be in their teens. Ta fuck? The report said CHILDREN...CHILDREN, not teenagers, but it was whatever to the rear admiral.

Shaking his head in quiet dismay Peter lightly lifted up the glass of the window, silently peeping in and leaning forward as he tried to get a good feel for the massive room. With all of the hustle and bustle going on it'd be nearly impossible to stay unseen as he entered, but twenty feet below the blonde was a cluster of immense containers, some ten feet tall, all of them capable of hiding him. Peter waited five seconds before giving it his all and dropping down below, slipping right between the space by two containers. It was like a sort of corridor, dark, and there was no one around it.

He peered around the edge, keeping his sword still in his hands. Damn that was a highass drop! The mission had just gotten underway and Peter found everything to be going according to plan, but with every pirate moving around outside he would definitely need a distraction from the outside, but there was no way for his comrades to know that. Just ahead of Peter was the coral of teens, twelve of them total kept together by a ring of metal. "How the fuck is this sposed to work..." he breathed.

[Luther King]

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[/color]" He asked, already beginning to walk through towards the front door. "Time to barge through the front door![/color]" Sure it wasn't a smart tactic, but considering that Peter might be getting surrounded no one might actually be there to confront the two incoming marines. Arriving in front of the wooden door, it was torn up and looked as if the weakest push could open the door. However, he wanted to enter in fashion, so in seconds the door flew off it's hinges. Standing in front of the kicked open door was the marine who did so, luckily for him, the door landed on one pirate and knocked him out.

Inside, all the scurrying pirates came to a halt while Luther just stared at them all. "Bunch of dick-less bastards, aren't cha'?[/color]" He didn't need to take off his eye-patch for this, one eye could solve the problem quite easily. Most of the pirates began alerting the rest with screams that a marine has infested their area, while the others scurried around frantically taking out the rifles and swords from the boxes they were packing up to bring to their ship. "Oh shit" Luther thought, before diving behind a bunch of boxes that covered him from the rifle shots to his right. As he gathered himself, he released his black blade from it's restraints, and he was ready to cut off some heads. Looking to his right, a pirate attempted to slash him in two, however, Luther parried and stabbed him in his chest, causing the poor pirate to collapse. "Where's Peter?!" He thought to himself, before waiting to make his next move.
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[MISHKA CANNIBAL]

Yeah, I'm slowing you guys down, stepping out of this one. Will delete after Puff posts, which gives me the "ok"

[MELLOW SKY]

(it's cool Mish)



GUNSHOTS! Peter dropped lower in his hiding spot, sword gripped tightly between his digits as gunshots and the sounds of raging pirates rang out from beyond his little cubby of space. He began to creep towards the end of the dark corridor, trying his best to stay hidden in the darkness, but it was then that he noticed it was pretty obvious that they had found him as the sounds of bullets roared in every which direction. One thing was odd though. Peter could just faintly imagine hearing Luther's voice as the shots began to fire. How odd.

Darting out from around the corner Peter was instantly met by a trio of sword wielding pirates. With little less than a wink and the flick of his wrist Peter had slashed his sword in three different directions, ending each one with a fatal blow, but at the same time the trench coat wearing marine never once slowed down. Dressy shoes glided across the warehouse floor as Peter danced across the room, his feet springing about the room hacking and slashing at the pirates that dashed at him.

Dodging the occasional bullet, cleaving a pirate in two every few seconds. Peter found this all to be quite tiresome. After making his way through eight pirates the rear admirals breath came in heavy pants and he knew he needed a break or else there'd be no way for him to make it out alive...then again there were still about fifty or so pirates present in the room, so maybe it was impossible to make it out alive after all.

Out of the corner of his eye the odd blonde man spotted the perfect hiding place and dove over a weapons cache into another dark hiding spot. He swiftly slid the snow white marine trench coat from his body, trying his very best to hurry on and make sure no pirates were making their way in when suddenly he'd stop completely at seeing a certain strawberry headed man. "Luther? So...uhmm...if you're in here...then who's outside?"