Location: Shells Town square

Sayuri watched the Marines as they rushed around the town square preparing for Abbigaill's execution in the chaotic but precise motion you would find on a warship preparing for battle. Apparently they were going to make a pretty big spectacle out of the whole thing. Not that she cared much she was going to save her either way. Adjusting the Marine cap and Justice jacket she was wearing she nodded at two Marines that passed her that acknowledged her by saluting very quickly before continuing on. Shaking her head she turned to take a small walk before the execution. She was baffled at the lack of communication with the base stationed here. It had been a couple months since her desertion and word somehow hadn't made it to this area of the East Blue. That or someone was hiding her desertion. Which she doubted/hoped wasn't the reason. When she'd arrived she was recognized almost instantly but a simple explanation that she was taking leave kept them from paying much attention to her. She was in full uniform, unfortunately, because Marines were required to be for executions, even when on leave.

Sighing she looks around looking for any places she recognized. She'd done this a couple times over the week she'd been there but only found a couple on the other side of town. One being her house and the other was a small store that was now up for sale. Making her way towards the edge of town she saw nothing except for a bakery which might have been a gun shop but she couldn't quite tell, [color=990000]"Hmm... This place has really changed. I don't even recognize any of the shops anymore... I wonder what happened these last eight years..."[/color], Sighing she turns around and starts making her way back towards the square taking a slightly different route.

Along the way she saw Marines starting to usher people towards the square, [color=990000]"Seems it'll be starting pretty soon... I'd better hurry,"[/color] she starts walking slightly faster making sure she was in a decent place in time for the execution. Before she made it she stopped for a a few seconds when she saw something that made her pause. Talking to a cook from the tavern stood, of all people, the Fiddler Crab. Their eyes met for a second before hurrying to get a good place to stage her rescue plan, [color=990000][i]'What the hell is he doing here?'[/i][/color] 

[@Stern Algorithm]