The gunfire was prevented by Sancho's right-hand, Hamel, the leaves had dissuaded the pirates from attacking, for a time, but Hamel was busy fighting Cormac, while thier cook was fighting the Doom Pirates 4th Divisision Officer. Leaving Sancho alone with the warrior with the mace and the flail. He cracked his neck for a second, as Morning Star walked towards him, from the toss Sancho had given him. "You're pretty strong, you know that, kid?!" Morning Star asked, the middle-age pirate grinned, showing his ugly smile, rotting teeth and broken lips.

"And you're pretty pathetic." Sancho said, as the two men walked in a semi-circle of each other. "How about you and your two friends join me? I'll make you officers right here on the spot. Who knows, maybe the big boss will give you your own division someday." Morning Star bargained, and Sancho shook his head. "Or, I just kill you right here." The pirates words rang coldly, as a couple of Morning Star's soldiers winced, backing up, looking at each other and whispering "Think he can actually take the captain?"

Morning Star Chuckle. "Talking big stuff for a nobody no one's ever heard off. I saw your boat. You're nothing, kid. I'm Captain Morning Star, a 15 Million Pirate."

Sancho shrugged. "Quaking in my boots." He taunted as Morning Star looked over the blonde man's clothes. They were in bad shape, but once upon a time, they had been really expensive, Sancho's attire was probably almost worth as much as Morning Star's whole ship. His grin turned serious in the next moment, as he lashed out. "QUAKE ON THIS!" He shouted, charging Sancho, swinging his weapons at him, Sancho backstepped, dodging each swing gracefully, his cold eyes forever peering at Morning Star. 

"RICH BOY CAN ONLY DODGE, HUH?!" The man shouted. "DARE YOU TO FIGHT ME LIKE A REAL PIRATE! TAKE THIS!" He shouted, as he attached the bottom of the flail to the bottom of the mace, making the mace into a two-handed hammer.  "OOOHH SHIT! It's the Captain's Super Sledge!" One of the pirates shouted. "That thing can bring down a whole building!"

The hammer was brought down upon Sancho, the mace as big as his head, as it stopped right before impact. His gloved fingers were holding onto the metal, between the spikes. The veins showing in the younger - smaller man's face. His green eyes were almost glowing as he struck fear in the older Pirates face. "H-How?!" Morning Star cried, as Sancho kicked him in the chest, sending him backwards. Sancho threw the mace to the ground.

"D-Dammit!" He shouted, Sancho walked towards him, wool sprouting from his sleeve, Morning Star was trying to crawl away, as Sancho walked after him, stepping on his knee, snapping it, as the man howled. Two of his crewmates tried to stop the former Nobleman, only to be met with a wool whip to the face as Sancho flicked his left arm, knocking them both unconscious. From his right sleeve, a rope poured out, forming a noose. He put the noose around Morning Star's neck, as the pirate tried to fight him off, only to get punched in the face. 

Sancho calmly threw the other end of the noose over the nook of a house, grabbing it as it fell down. "NO PLEASE!" Morning Star cried as tear welled in his eyes as he tried to fight off the noose that was pulling him ever closer.

"Cowards who pray on the innocent have no place in my world." Sancho said coldly. He pulled the rope, hunching down with such force that his coat blew in the wind behind him, he fastened the rope under his boot as people looked onto the brutal display in horror, even the townsfolk did so, as Morning Star fought, flailing his arms and legs, trying to scream for help, but no words escaped his lungs. His pirates stopped fighting as they looked on in shock. The final words Morning Star chose were "I-I'm Sorry!" as he asphyxiated. 

With his other leg, Sancho stepped on a flintlock pistol next to him him, exerting force in such a way that the gun flipped into the air, Sancho grabbed the gun and put it upside down on his shoulder in one fluent motion, not even looking where he was aiming as he fired, the bullet cutting the rope he had made, breaking the noose, sending Captain Morning Star crashing to the ground.

"You best be good. Morning Star. Or we'll be back." Sancho promised, tossing the gun to the side, dragging some hair out of his face, his two crewmates following behind him.

"W-Who are you?!" Morning Star coughed out, holding his rope-burned neck, as his allies were cutting the noose off of him. 

"I'm Sancho Graham. I'm the man who's gonna fix this world."

[b]"We're the Golden Fleece Pirates."[/b]