[h1][center][color=fff200]Seijin[/color][/center][/h1] [center][i]Twin Capes[/i][/center] [hr][hr] Ridiculously powerful, violent sea currents, suddenly being submerged into the cold waters and then being flung into the night sky, with such force, was not how Seijin planned to wake up from his nap on a particularly nice, cozy and warm spot on the deck that he had laid claim to. This certainly was some way start the crew's journey in the Grand Line; the ship was in pieces and his crewmates were literally scattered to the winds, plummeting down to the ocean. He gazes off into the distance, during his freefall, and he found the Twin Capes to be quite impressive, admittedly it wasn't as grand or majestic as Mariejois, far from it but it felt warm and inviting as if it was embodying the thirst for freedom. It certainly was something to behold. '[i]Ugh where'd that come from?[/i]' Nonplussed from his sudden sentimental moment he chooses to busy himself with the matter of falling at hand. His skill with the Moon Step was nothing exceptional but it was more than enough to slow down his descent downwards and direct his fall towards the city of the Twin Capes. Briefly considering to help out his crewmates but dismissed the thought, having confidence in their own ability which was well merited as he already found Dowell swinging to safety, only to hit the water Seijin slightly winces for her stead. Eventually he makes his way to shore as he drops down onto the beach and promptly makes an effort to dry himself off, his drenched self being unpleasant in the cold night.