As the alarm sounded, Ivorio shrugged, noting, “It’s fine, we’re almost there anyway.” Reaching the door, he muttered, “Wish I had my clothes, but whatever...” Stopping by the door, he said, “You hang back for a sec and get a breather, I’ll clear the way a little, just in case. I’ll call for you in a bit.”

Satisfied that he was clear, Ivorio kicked open the door, ducking as he went in, stepping into the harbor. It was partially open to the outside, the ceiling high above where more of the base was. Wooden flooring was split throughout several levels, a number of paths leading to the docks, where about a dozen ships of various sizes were stationed, including one scary looking battleship. Scanning the area, Ivorio saw Marine soldiers scrambling about as the alarm blared, readying themselves for battle. In the opening to the sheltered harbor, Ivorio could see the ocean’s expanse, lit by the orange light of dusk. Glancing over the ships, he spotted a couple that were without a doubt, non-Marine vessels, but even the smallest of them seemed a little large for only two sailors, which complicated things. Hoping Margaret would know a few tricks, Ivor was about to call to her, when a pair of Marines shouted from a little down the path next to him, “Hey! There’s a prisoner up here!”

As the two awaited reinforcements, they drew their blades, looking at the tall, imposing, orange haired pirate hard. Ivorio grinned as they glance to the door he’d come from, as being wary he might flee for it. Deciding to give Margaret a little more time, Ivorio instead went forwards, hopping over the railing with little trouble, landing in the midst of almost half a dozen soldiers, who recoiled in shock as he suddenly entered their range. With a grin, Ivor sprouted two hooks from his palms, spinning in his spot as he flung them outward. The two tendrils whipped out, snagging two unsuspecting Marines by their white, sleeveless uniform shirts, and they were dragged into the air. Ivorio stopped suddenly, one Marine crashing into one who’d been drawing his blade, and the other falling below as Ivor hissed, “Hook Hook Pitch.” Freed from their burdens, the hooks continued their momentum, being stopped as they wrapped around Ivor’s shoulders for a second, before being reeled back in.

One Marine gasped, “W-what the hell? He’s a User?”

Ivor smirked, “Oh yeah, guess I forgot to say something, huh? I ate the Hook Hook Fruit, so I suppose that makes me a Hook human.” Figuring resistance wasn’t too bad, Ivorio looked up at the upper level, calling, “Which one of these is yours?”