[center][color=9966CC][H1]Samehana[/H1][/color]
[H2][color=000000]Black Shark[/color][/H2][/center]

[color=9966CC]”Fwaaaahhh~. That was refreshing.”[/color] the voluptuous Fishwoman sighed as she landed feet-first on the Loguetown dock. She had decides to spend some time swimming as a nice little warmup workout. So far, things had been quiet in town and there weren’t too many around these parts that wanted to challenge her to much of, well, [i]anything[/i]. As a result, Samehana was beginning to get a little bored. On the bright side, they cooked all kinds of things here! One would think that the Golden Fleece Pirates’ chef would be taking notes or something, but instead she enjoyed the local eateries without a care in the world. Besides, Sancho and Church only complained after having seafood for weeks straight during their voyages.

Still glistening from the seawater, Samehana attracted a fair bit of attention from those who watched the Fishwoman launch out of the water like some kind of super-dolphin, as well as those she passed by as she walked through the town. This wasn’t anything new to Samehana, as she had long been made aware that she stood out amongst most people. What she was most interested in at the moment was the sound of sirens that blared through the town. [i][color=9966CC]Huh. Wonder what that’s all about?”[/color][/i] she thought, watching as the townsfolk all hurried off. Maybe someone ratted Sancho out? It didn’t make sense that there would be such a commotion over “Church, the Litterer”, that much seemed obvious. And it certainly wouldn’t have been for her. Maybe some real dangerous pirates came into Loguetown and started causing trouble? The very thought of such a prospect made the Fishwoman grin ear to ear, her razor sharp teeth shining in tandem with the twinkle in her eyes.

Just as she was getting geared up to try and find this mysterious band of miscreants, she frowned. Sancho and Church might nag her if she made too much trouble. [color=9966CC][i]”Eh, it’ll be fine if I just try and scope ‘em out, right? Just try not to fight ‘em and everything’ll be A-OK! After all, if they get their asses kicked by some Marines, they might not be any fun anyway.”[/i][/color] Samehana mused, finally setting off to any areas where she could find any “weirdos” or signs of some action that she could watch from a distance.

[hr]

[center]Zepp Kisaragi[/center]

“That Gorilla’s as loud as he is huge.” Zepp remarked once Captain Freyja had ended her call. And he was just beginning to enjoy the sun. Straightening his standard issue Marine cap, Zepp watched Freyja stand up out of the corner of his eye (not that most people could tell, considering he always looked like he was asleep) he leaned on the railing. People often remarked that Zepp was a lazy guy, but the Captain was a total sad sack. Real goddamn bummer, she was. 

“I see you couldn’t be more excited.” Zepp teased, brushing off the sleeves of his white track jacket and his jean legs. From what he’d managed to listen in on past the hot-blooded roars of Lt. Anaru, it appeared that they were going to assist the other division in repelling an invasion by the “Sunny Massacre Pirates”. They certainly sounded like a fun bunch, didn’t they? Frankly, Zepp wasn’t too interested in dealing with a group of bizarrely-titled outlaws, and instead set his mind to pondering where he’d like to take a nap. If they were lucky, “King Kong” would take care of ‘em before they even got to the island. 

Zepp took a moment to scan the deck for Johnny, the young Ensign. Between just Freyja and Zepp, there was enough apathy to go around. But ol’ Johnny boy probably had enough pep in his step for the both of ‘em. Perhaps he was a bit more gung-ho about that sort of thing? Eh. Whatever.

[@Hillan] [@Pacifista]