[Center][h1][Color=Gold]G O L D E N  F L E E C E  P I R A T E S[/color][/H1]

[h3]Sancho F. Graham
[i]Kingslayer[/i][/h3]

Elfen Island - Grandline
[@RyoRyoRyoken][@Arakadin][@Pacifista][@J8Cob][/center]

A month had passed since they had gotten their hands on the Argo. It had been a intriguing month, exciting, even. Besides hearing about a massive massacre and big failure of the Marines, days after it happened, the Argo and the crew of the Golden Fleece pirates had been hiding out on a city island in the East blue, hiding their stolen Marine Ship long enough to drop the heat, a week and a half, to be precise. They had also gotten their pirat-y paws on a log pose, and would set for the Reverse Mountain, but, not before getting in a massive brawl with the Marine population of Kumalado Island, after they had rescued four works from execution at the hands of the Marines for unjust cause.

This brawl had ended with the Golden Fleece Pirates causing a lot of trouble, essentially toppling the marine base, but also getting a new Crew Member - Freya, formerly the Captain of the 99th Division of the Marines, whom had spent the last week drinking herself half to death at a bar, the morals of the Pirates far outshines the morals of the body of government - the Marines she had served her entire life.


They took to the Grandline, passing through the Reverse Mountain, they passed a lot easier thanks to the former Marine's navigational skills. Once on the grandline, they made their way to Elfen Island, the second island on their route, where the Log Pose would take three days to recharge, half of which had already gone by. Sancho looked out over his crew, as they had docked. They were five in total, he had a Navigator, a doctor, a cook and a gunner, all of them with their unique talents and personalities, and while half of the crew had been with them just short of a month, he felt like he could trust all of them.

Better than he had been able to trust someone for quite some time. 

[Color=Gold]"All right, ladies, gentlemen. Let's go check this town out. We need more food and water, and I'm in dire need of a new coat."[/color] Sancho spoke, there being a very tiny rip in the one he wore. He motioned for his crew to head to shore, as they left the once upon a time- Marine vessel, now clad in the sails of their flag, the Skull on top of a cloud of golden wool. As Sancho headed into the harbor, he found a Wanted poster with his face on it, and he couldn't help but feel some sort of pride in seeing the wanted poster now read ten million higher than it had a month ago - on the grounds of them stealing the Argo, and their fight with the Marines. He ribbed the poster down and shrugged.  [Color=Gold]"All right, fan out, let's scout the city. Meet back here in two hours. Try and stay out of trouble."[/color] He ordered, his voice a little bit hopeful - yet cynical about the last bit. He would head towards the town hall, where a lot of other people were going as well, there was some kind of gathering there. Once he had satisfied his curiosity, he would go find a place to get a new coat.