[b]Griffin Rampart.[/b]

[i]Holy hell, they're starting a new pirate age,[/i] he thought with awe, though even his inner voice sounded calm. 

He took a deep drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and snuffing out the cancerous mixture. Surrounded by small fry and big fry alike, Griffin only eyes for the centerpiece of the attraction. The Silver Eyes were almost as famous as the Straw Hats and just as slick when it came to getaways. Amiss the chaos and riot, Griffin swayed quietly towards the platform, a shadow in the mess that was barely recognizable.

Before long he appeared on the stairs of the platform and with a faint smile greeted the Silver Eyes. "As slick as a snake they say and as furious as a Sea King. I wouldn't have imagined you'd show yourself so willingly to the world and with a kind gesture in tow no less. You must be ready to be taken in for your crimes," he told them, his hand finely on the hilt of his blade. "Let's kick off the new age with your imprisonment. And the spotlight on a new arrival to the scene."