Meishu frowned.  It was hard to pull away from what she was seeing, she didn't want to miss anything, but the fact there wasn't anything she could do at the moment made it easier to get up and walk away from her seat.  Someone, one of the no name pirates who'd hit on her earlier called over for her to go back.  She ignored him and went out the back staging area's back doors.  

Frowning she walked down a haul towards the outside where the boats were and calculated her plan as well as she could.  

There were more variables than what she would've liked, but she couldn't do anything about that.  
She'd just have to have faith that Gerld would know what to do.
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Gerld frowned as he stepped up to the young man.  The poor soul was probably broken.  He didn't look to have even enough strength left inside to push him off his feet.  "It's a cruel world" he sighed.  "Someday I'll make it better, and repent for the road, but for now there's no room to give pity."  With a quick, violent slash of his hands, the young man's body slumped to the floor.

"Now then."  He looked over the rest of the inmates, ignoring the pirate captain's praise of his work.  "Whose next?" 

Everyone was the same.  So he started walking and would deal with whoever he'd make contact with first.

It looked to be a young man dealing with a cloaked figure.

"Least it looks like he's got a devil fruit.  That'll make it kind of fair."

CaddDocc didn't bother slowing down when she neared the woman with the swords, because she was certain the fellow prisoner's calmness was an act devised to make her lower her guard, or bluff her out of the attack.  Netiher would workd.  She was going to survive, and she was going to find Fin and make him pay.  With a scream she thrust the spear forwards, and it connected.  The razor edge did not stop at connecting but moved into the young woman, and then out of her.  

"I.."  Caddocc took a step back as her opponent slumped to the floor.  "I thought she'd...."

[@Crimson Lion]
"What is that?"  The figured tensed for a moment at the sight of the sticks coming out of his opponents hands before he leaped several feet away, dropping his cloak as he did so.

When he landed the oddness of his body stood out like a flare in the middle of the ocean.  Everything above his hips was skinny like the twigs coming out of Kukui, but everything below was bulged as if his skin was gritting its teeth, trying to keep the iron sinew inside.  "Hey that's not right."  The man pointed at his chosen target.  "Did you eat a devil fruit?"  He pointed at himself.  "So we can't fight?  We shouldn't should we?"  He frowned as he watched the stranger.   

"No choice, I guess."  With a headshake the man took a deep breath, got into a sprinter's stance, and rocketed towards the green-haired man.  When he closed the distance he swung a leg forward, which was on fire from the speed.  

[@The Irish Tree]
Unexpected.  Tsk could not help but feel a slight bit of disappointment as he flew through the air from several monstrous strikes that seemed to tremble throughout his entire body.  That had happened before.  He was used to it.  On some level he rather enjoyed it.  The disappointing part was his blade was still rusty instead of bloody.  How would he ever get it nice and shiny again if he kept having it dulled by air and time?  Unacceptable.  

He hit with a loud thud, and bounced several times before coming at a stop against the seastone prison.  He heard the woman threatening him about getting up, but he wasn't interested in that.  It would take a lot more than what the woman Fishman was capable of to keep him down.  His eyes went down to his chest, covered with bruises that were already starting to scar over thanks to his fruit.  

"No.  No.  No."  He got up and pointed his blade at the fishman.  "I need to cover the blade.  Cover it like oil."  He rushed forwards again.  

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"Now then?"  Which one of these is the biggest?  Behind Meishu the lighthouse beckoned friends and warned away enemeis.  "Where to start?"  There was a flare in her hands.  She hummed a sea Shantae she recently heard from a few pirates she travelled with.  It was about long-lost lovers who hated the sea that kept them apart.  

Tempting as it was she didn't drop light the marine's ship on fire first.  Instead she lit one made out of cheap would that looked like it wasn't properly treated.  She doubted it would take more than a few minutes before people started to smell the smoke.

Another torch appeared in her hand.  Another boat.  A third one went up in flames.