After listening to the woman, the man muttered, “Nah, I won’t look away. I’d rather take care of them for you.” Before she could say anything, there was a clatter as the man’s shackles fell from his wrists, banging against the ground. The tall man crouched, a few clicks being heard as the lower part became undone. Twirling a ring of keys on his finger, he stopped the gyrations, before using it to open the door, his smile wide, his eyes covered by bangs as he stepped out of his cell. A tooth could be seen missing from his mouth as he got closer to Wolfbane’s cell door, unlocking it. He said, “I’m a pirate Captain. If you’re as strong as you say, you’ve got a place on my crew. What do you say?” Noticing the movement, the other prisoners began to shuffle, one of them hissing, “Hey, I’ll join, let me out.” The taller man sighed, “How many ships have you destroyed?” “Fifteen!” “A hundred!” Came another voice. “Only twelve, but they were all battleships!” said a third. Rolling his eyes, he muttered, “Oh hush.” --- Elsewhere, in an office higher up in the base, the bearded Captain Muscovy sat at his desk, managing paperwork, his white Justice coat draped over his shoulders. As he worked, a clean shaven man stepped in, the Captain looking up from his work and asking, “Yes? What is it, Lieutenant Commander?” The second in command, Lieutenant Commander Barbary, had a worried look on his face as he began, “Er, about that prisoner...” Muscovy raised an eyebrow, thinking of Wolfbane. Her torture had been severe, but some of the men she taken down were rather sensitive individuals, pirates who’d committed theft of some rather important items, which were believed lost, except for what the woman might have known. Of course, it had been far too long, and she was set to be executed. Hoping for good news, Muscovy asked, “Well? Had she said anything?” Barbary shook his head, beginning, “Er, no, it’s not her. It’s the one across from her, actually, who got brought here the other day, from Cannis Island?” Muscovy nodded, “Yes, I recall now. He stole a Devil Fruit, but it was returned.” Barbary swallowed, “Er, well, Count Adomas claims that his guard captain who took a bite didn’t get any power from it.” Muscovy snorted, “So it was a fake?” “A closer inspection of the Fruit found that a piece had been cut out, and then replaced. The problem is that the piece removed is too small for the gap. The skin fits perfectly, but there’s a pocket of air where some of the Fruit is missing, so...” Barbary explained. As he trailed off, Muscovy realized the implication, jumping from his seat as he realized, “Ivorio Fontaine is a Fruit user!?” --- Stepping away from the now freed Wolfbane, the tall man asked with a smile, “Can you move? What’s your name? By the way, I’m Ivorio Fontaine, but you can call me Ivor.”