Four boats were on fire.  They belonged to some of the weaker pirate crews.  There were a few who had people on board, but Meishu took care of them.  She left them tied up somewhere safe, but concealed.  She was aware there'd be plenty of blood on her hands before everything was over with, but sometimes all you can do is pretend there's a code to fallow.  Keep the weak from burning up when you can.  

Hands in her pockets, she watched as the lines of the rope she tied between the boats caught on fire, and spread to the other ships.  With the dry wind, she doubted it would take more than a few more minutes before enough boats lit up to cause an uproar.

She could already smell the smoke in the air. 
[@Crimson Lion]
Gerld smiled at the sight of the man, with legs thick as trees, being shoved aside by the devil fruit user.  He wasn't sure which tree it was, exactly, but he wasn't too worried about it.  The user was too young to pose much of a threat, even if he had one of the strongest fruits.  Battle sense was scarier than raw power and that needed time.

"Hey there!"  Gerld called as walked towards the man who used the branches.  "I see you're capable of defending yourself.  Please do.  I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't let myself be stopped here.  So please put up a good fight so that I won't live with guilt"

Gerld squeezed his fist hard enough to make his knuckles pop.  "Here I come.  Be ready.  I'm a master of the six powers and won't give you any warning after this."

With that he vanished and reappeared in front of the young man who used branches, finger extended, shooting out towards the man's chest.

[@The Irish Tree]
Tsk moved for the kill.  The kill was gone.  The Fishman was on him, had him.  Before he could swipe at her she undid him.  He wanted to fight but the strings were cut, and he couldn't stand.  Then she hit him in the back of the neck, hard and percise like cutting the last line that kept the puppet from collapsing, and then all he saw was darkness.  

The woman with the blade in her hand, and the dead swordswoman at her feet stared at the Fishman in shock, and the lunatic at her feet.  It seemed like destiny had seen to it that they should be at odds.

"Shit."  She swallowed hard, taking a step back.  "So I guess it's me against that thing?"  Suddenly her mouth was dry.  

"Okay."  She said, shaking her head and retaking the step she lost to fear.  "Hey."  She called at the woman because if she didn't, all she'd be able to do was cower.  "Don't think this is all over.  There are still a few more of us in here and you're not getting out until it's just you."

She drew a chain and started to swing the blade around, readying herself to launch an attack.

Damn, she was scared.  It wasn't enough she took her first life today, a draining victory if there ever was one, but now the easiest option available to keep her living was a fishwoman who took out a lunatic.  

The weirdest thing though was she thought you were supposed to smell copper when anxiety struck, not wood burning.
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Little by little the roar of the spectators, demanding blood, and baying for the last of their treasure not to be sucked away by a bad gambling habit, died down.  Roars, wavered.  Cries dwindled.  Jeers lost the strength to move from one side of the arena to another.  Gradually the confident calls were replaced with confusion.  The pirates and gamblers stopped to sniff the air.  

"What's that?"  Someone finally called.  
"Is that smoke?"
"Something's burning"
There was a slam as the doors banged open behind them.  
"Hey!"   A young woman with wild eyes yelled.  "The boats!  They're on fire!"
"Which one!"  
"Looks like all of them!"
"What?"  
Dozens of men started talking, and getting up to check on their transportation.

"What in the blazes is going on."  The lighthouse pirates captain bellowed, getting up on the stage, in front of the fighters.

"Jeezus" The young woman with purple hair rolled her eyes.  "The boats are on fire!  What part of that don't you understand?"

The captain's eyes went wide.  "Shit."  He pointed to some of his men.  "Well this show is done.  Everyone's leaving and I doubt they'll be in the mood to gamble when all the mess is sorted out.  Hurry up and get those men out of there and take them back down to the cells.  We'll put them up for another night."

He aimed his gaze at another group of men.  "As for the rest of you come with me.  If those fires spread far enough they'll take down the lighthouse with them!"     

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After the captain disappeared his second in command started shouting for the combatants to stop fighting and tossed a cabin boy a pair of keys to open the door.  All the other pirates aimed their rifles, shaking and ready to shoot at a  moment's notice.