M O R G A N B R A N D
M O R G A N B R A N D
M O R G A N B R A N D
Morgan was resting at his home early in the morning, not able to quite find rest to sleep yet too tired to do anything really productive. Caught reading a book, his butler, Willem walks by and pours him another cup of rest-inducing tea.
“Terrible night for sleeping sir?” Willem asked and Morgan nodded in silence.
“I think it’s the moon. Stirs all the men on the island crazy.” the Butler spoke, glancing out from the quarters towards Huitzil Castle on top of the spiral mountain where the moon appeared perched upon its walls. Morgan turned the page of the book, an adventure novel from his childhood, one written by Sasuke Ozar, an adventurer from the Grandline and the first to provide comprehensive maps of the area nowadays known as The Devil's Sea.
“I will bring you some light eating for the early morning, sir.” Willem promised as he vanished into the kitchen to start preparing cold cuts for the Baron. Morgan sipped the tea, slightly cold. His finger traveled from the handle to the bottom of the cup, his fingernail turning into a small but intense flame that quickly made the water steam into the perfect temperature.
The morning was interrupted by shouting from the outside, the guards rushing to the front door, knocking and hollering as Morgan emerged from his study. Willem was greeting them at the door, and Jack exited from his bedroom in the opposite wing from Morgans. The young man was carrying the blue-haired soldier of Solstone. Morgan knew the man with the blue hair - Tagoma.
“TAGOMA… HE’S HURT. Lao that bastard! And then…. And then the prince, he… Good star in heaven.” The boy panted in a panic.
“What’s your name? What about the prince?” Morgan ordered, nodding for Willem to tend to Tagoma’s wounds, peering outside it was clear that there were more wounded than just Tagoma.
“Cerulean, sir. Cavean Cerulean, Baron.” Morgan nodded at the confirmation “And it was… It was Aztec. We were fighting Lao and his triad goons when Aztec showed up. Beat the piss out of all of us.
“Why were you fighting the Solar Triad? I was not consulted.” The baron stated firmly, ensuring Cerulean that their actions lacked justification.
“It was about the mines, sir. The Triad are attacking our miners, breaking up our shifts and threatening our union.” Tagoma spoke, as Cerulean was dumbfounded at the question. Morgan nodded, Willem giving him first aid.
“How are they attacking our men?” The former Ashbringer’s voice rang out, the boys eyes widening upon seeing their childhood hero in person.
“Harassing them at home, underpaying our deliveries and making sure our men’s shifts are shorter and more dangerous than those in the triad’s union.” Tagoma and Cerulean both tried to explain. Morgan and Jack nodded. They would have to handle this, and as with all things related to the triad it was never gonna be fun.
“And what about the prince?” The Baron inquired as he put on his coat and grabbed his cane. Jack was grabbing his overcoat and hat.
“He beat the sunlight out of us for fun. Lao and his guys, too. We heard the striders arrive as well as some marines, something about an assassin and needing to protect Aztec. Barely crawled away in the chaos.”
“There was some girl setup to shoot him or something.” Tagoma began, with Cerulean finishing.
“Someone's already coming to poach Hexxer's bounty, money will drive the desperate mad. You should have come to me with this before you took matters into your own hands. I’ll handle this. You boys rest up. Willem, ensure the two young men as well as their wounded companions outside have everything they need till I return.”
“Certainly sir. Do you two ruffians take one or six sugars in your tea?”
”What are you gonna do, Morgan?” Jack was putting his jacket over his arms as they were moving away from the manor.
”We’re heading to the union offices. I need to speak to the foreman. The triad wouldn’t be openly attacking our workers if they weren’t playing a bigger game.”
”Should we call Stede?”
”Why bother him when he’s finally drank himself to sleep. I’ll call upon him when I know there’s fighting to be had.”
”That’s the spirit BWAHA” Jack chuckled heartily as the two headed off to the coast of Solstone to speak with the foreman in charge of the mines.