"You made them nervous."  Gerld's eyes didn't leave the purple woman, even as he heard the movement behind him as the pirate enemies hurried away.  Their fear was palpable.  There wasn't a chance in hell they'd make a move on them now.  

"Cowards and the unenlightened get nervous easily," the woman said, meeting his gaze.  "It's the price they pay for blissful ignorance."

The flames around them blazed on.  Gerld was sweating buckets, but he noted the small woman didn't seem as bothered.  "So you got a plan to get out of here?"

The purple-haired woman nodded.  "I do, assuming you're up for a bit of a swim.  I've got a boat stationed far a bit further than one traditionally sets their boats before getting on land."

Gerld nodded, lead the way.


[@Crimson Lion]
A devil fruit user, eh?"  The lighthouse pirate captain rubbed the his chin.  His one good eye narrowed in frustration.  "And it looks like a logia user too."  He shook his head and sighed.  "WEll damn.  Now we really should've transported them into the cells when all this fiery mess broke out.  People bet higher on logia users.  There's nothing quiet like the payday when everyone's jaw drops because the damn fool gets ripped apart as easily as the next one."

With something between a frown and a grin, the pirate captain turned to one of his men as the boat rowed on towards the land.  "Hey, you."

Barrel Whippy."

"Hmmm?"  The captain blinked.

"My name is Barel Whippy, sir.  I've been your cabin boy for going on two decades now."

"Oh."

"I am your second cousin, you know."

"Ah. Yes.  Well, it's been awhile since we've talked and all."

"It's fine.  I guess.  We've been busy."

The captain gave a brisk nod, suddenly all too aware of the men, under his command staring at him and waiting for an answer.  "Good.  Yes.  Well, would you mind lending me your lantern?"  THe man nodded and handed it over.  "Thank you kindly."  The man hefted the thing, noted it had been recently filled.  "Good.  Good.  Much obliged."    

The captain pulled back his arm, squinted his one good eye and flung the lanter in the logia user's direction.  

Without waiting to see it land, he made a give me motion with his hand behind his back, and another lantern was given to him.  He launched it just as quickly.  

With a violent crash, the first lantern landed on the dock in front of Kukui.  A split second later another one landed behind him.  The flames quickly burst to life and spread to surround him.

"Hold on, my little meal ticket!"  The captain called as he made a hurry and row motion to his men.  "I'll be right there to take you back into my custody, where its safe. "

[@The Irish Tree]
What happened?  The second had no way to know.  One moment it felt victory, a pleasant rush of warm blood leaking from the fisherman's body.  Then it felt pain, lot's of it.  One moment it hit the ground, and then it was in the air, and then on the ground again,  over and over again.  When the motion stopped the second thought it would be safe, but then the finisher came.  It ended.  Hell began.  The convulsions and pain wracked his body and he couldn't move or cry for help. 

Sphear Thiloga, Marine Captain didn't react well to the sight of the burning ships around the lighthouse several meters off.  His extra commissions were at risk and it was going to take a good several months before things could get settled here or he found another source of income.  Though, one looking at him wouldn't be able to tell as much, because the man's appearance like stone didn't change.  He seemed as calm as the water in the ocean behind him.

"Quite a mess going on there, isn't it?"  The hunched-back man at his side sneered.  "A big mess!  The biggest mess in a while!"  He was staring through a spyscope at the waters, looking for any sign of light, and noting a pile of bodies streaking through the water.  

"What's this now?"  The small man mumbled.  "I think I see someone heading out."  The figure turned to follow the path and noted a small, dark ship, with a strange purple and white flag he hadn't seen before, or even noted marked on their radar.  He couldn't help but wonder at the shape of the shuttle.  It wasn't built like anything he's seen before.         

"It looks like it's the fishman we sold.  She's making a run for it out to see."  He continued to stare.  

"Keep an eye on her, and have the guns ready for the moment that ship starts to leave the cannon's range."

"Aye-captain!"