"Damn it all, [i]the Blue Lynx[/i] is finished!" Ragnvald spat in anger, turning to watch his ship as it slowly slipped from the beach where it had been marooned. Pirate and civilian alike had fled the sinking vessel like rats, swarming past the towering captain as he grasped his head in frustration.

Now what was he supposed to tell Blackwell? He was going to have to have somebody come pick him up now, a humiliation he would [i]never[/i] live down. "First the storm and now this? It's like I've been cursed or something--"

A wisp of air cut his sentence short, a chill having been drawn across the right side of his face by some unseen force. Turning his head, he saw one of his men lying on the ground in a small pool of blood. "W-what?! A gunshot? From where?!"

Grauwulf didn't use guns, did he? Not that he knew of, at least. Maybe he had improvised. His men were still lost in a state of confusion at the moment and hadn't even noticed one of their own falling. "Goddamnit, stop panicking about the ship and grab those hostages!!"

At least some listened, but many of those were quickly felled by the same invisible attacker. Drawing his own flintlock pistol, Ragnvald put a bullet in the head of one of the fleeing women from the town. "You see that?! Stop this attack [i]right now[/i] or-ARGH!"

A sharp pain in his chest caused him to stumble back, a bleeding wound now marking him...but it felt different than a normal bullet. As he clutched at the wound, he realized there wasn't any projectile lodged inside of him. Raising his head in the direction where he had felt it impact him, he quickly unfurled his infamous "whip-fang", a weapon know as an Urumi. "...There!"

With a flick of his wrist, the pirate captain deflected the oncoming attacks with clean precision. Feeling a light speckling of liquid hit his face, his eyes grew wide. "What the--water?!"

"[i]Water Shot[/i], more exactly," a feminine voice corrected him, a lone figure slowly emerging from the surf. "Water droplets thrown with such force that they're akin to bullets."

This...was most certainly not Grauwulf. He couldn't make out much in the way of details due to the dark of night, but from her voice and shapely silhouette, it was clearly a woman. "Who the hell are you? Why have you attacked me?!"

"I'm Grace D. Siobhan," she answered, "the pirate who's gonna destroy the world!"

He nearly fell over without even being shot this time. Of all the things he could have predicted, none of the past five minutes were within his realm of speculation. His ship was gone, a solid number of his crew were dead...and now this woman. "What, are you some kind of mermaid from hell come to punish me?!"

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"Don't be so conceited, ya gobshite," Siobhan's teeth gleamed beneath the moonlight, "you're just a bump in my road to One Piece!"

She launched herself at him in a burst of speed he seemed unable to follow. While Bluewell attempted to raise his whip in defense, it was ultimately futile. Plunging her fist into the side of his face, his head twisted to one side and his body went spiraling deep into the town like a rifled bullet, several distant structures being cleaved in two by the oversized pirate.

Exhaling following her attack, Siobhan glanced at her gloved hand with a slight frown. "I might not've put enough effort into that one. That guy's stronger than Redwell was."

He would probably survive, and regain consciousness in a short while.