Trouble on the High Seas! Shunji's and Jensen's Punishment!

Jensen was resting in ponder, healed and stitched up by the doctor on board in order to keep him healthy enough for a proper execution. Enies Lobby was his destination, all because he shook hands with Shunji. There was no regret, but it did let him ponder Henna's questioning for a bit. Honor. Killing has no honor, but it is often replaced by purpose that bends the rules of honor and makes him realize that there is no white or black for the matter. Grey was the only color that made up the field of honor, and he knew exactly what he was going to say as soon as Henna would eventually walk in his prison room. Feeling the ship sway, he concentrated to become in-tune with it as he stared down at his shackles. Knowing he was resilient to pain, regardless of his wounds not being fully healed, they gave him a hog-tie-like shackle system and bound him to the wall. When the sadistic marine entered the room, he refused to look at her due to his pondering. "Dirty pirate. You made that mistake by not knowing anything about-" "About you? Ha, like that matters." "It does, indeed. I am a boy hailing from the East Blue, the one we so obviously reside within. I wasn't a pirate until you captured me. I made that decision moments before. No, I was someone your people refused due to bribery from the fishmen that terrorized and destroyed my home."

Henna chuckled, having marines bring in a table and chair along with a cup of coffee on a plate. "So what? Fishmen destroyed your home, boo-hoo. The marines don't take bribes, so now I know you're a li-" Jensen thrust his body forward with great futility. "NAIVE FOOL! You think this government has no corruption? No, they let pirates terrorize my village and burn it down. Slaughtering the males and taking the females as...as SEX SLAVES!" he spoke with tears in his eyes, his face scrunching. "I'm no dirty pirate. I resent the evil you see in the pirates, but you need to KNOW that person before thinking you know the truth." Intrigued, Henna amused herself with Jensen's ramblings. "I tried signing up to be a marine, and I was turned away by the coin of the damn fish. Who's the pirates then!? WHO'S THE SCOUNDRELS THEN!? WHERE'S THE HONOR IN THAT!?" "ENOUGH! Continue on with your point or so help me you'll end up like your friend!" Jensen sat against the wall, seemingly hopeless in expression. "So you don't know the facts. Not surprising. But I cut Senryu's brother down because he saw his sword as a tool, nothing worthy of love and affection. He couldn't see the truth of our weaponry. They scream and cry, happiness and sadness. No doubt you are aware of the swords in your possession after confiscating them from me?" Henna leaned back in her chair, curious as to what swords they were.

Jensen stared into the marine's eyes, contempt filling his face. "I am a samurai. I was taught by my father. Then I was taken under Master Noswaith's wing, until your people took him down because he wouldn't train marines. He had no business with them, yet he respectfully took his execution with one last message. 'Remember this day'. Oh I fuckin' did. Senryu? You don't see the destruction his thugs caused? I killed them, Shunji helped. We did so because they put innocents at risk. Becuase of a vendetta!? Even Senryu claimed his blades to be slaves, Marine." Henna tried not to look disgusted by the truth, keeping composure and seemingly apathetic. "See, we aren't all innocent. They deserve a better master, HE HAD THE HONOR TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF MURAMASA! TO BE TOUCHED BY MASAMUNE!" Henna stood, throwing the table through the wall on the left and sliding in front of Shunji. "SILENCE YOU SCOUNDREL! YOU KILLED CIVI-" "WERE THEY TRULY INNO-" BAM Henna launched a fist into Jensen's face, causing him to thrust against the wall. "Henna stop being so rough, you're tearing the ship apart again!" "-CENT!?" Henna stood back, having a marine bring her a knife to undo the stitches on Jensen's body. As she neared, her wide eyes brought her thoughts about her allies. This wasn't the pirate she thought he was, he was just a rebel. His yell was powerful, and she could tell he was free-spirited but dangerous and unpredictable nonetheless. Stumbling back, she slammed the knife into the wall to her right that wasn't destroyed by a table. Dragging the chair out, she rushed from the room. "You heard my story Shunji...But you didn't hear it all. What she does't realize, is that I've seen a hundred deaths right before my eyes. She can sense the despair, but she is truly ignorant to the truth. You must know how I feel..."

Thrashing around as Jensen witnessed Shunji being beaten, he watched her storm off as the man finished his prayers. Jensen was curious as to what was happening, but could clearly tell the words he spoke to her were detrimental. She stormed of and let a doctor treat his wounds, who was knocked out as soon as he started lecturing the pirate. Jensen laid his head against the wall, rolling his eyes as he had hoped the doctor would work more on his injuries. As he heard Shunji figuring out how to use a key, he noticed the knife wasn't too far. Pulling up with his wrists and down with his ankles, he stretched the chain. Making grunting noises, he felt his wound clench due to his abdominal muscle, blood oozing out a little bit. Releasing the chain's tension and then tensing it once again, he tried jolting the links apart. "Fools use...rrrgh...iron for the chains. I can cut iron." Snap. The links snapped apart due to their iron composition, Jensen staying in place as he clenched his eyes shut. His body was worn, but he luckily couldn't feel the pain. Getting to his feet, he stumbled right a few steps before going to the left and stabilizing. Standing up, he looked down and felt his wound. "God damn, they fuckin' harpooned me. I've never been shot by a harpoon. Bullets, yes. A fuckin' harpoon?"

Walking over to the knife, he gripped it, and with great strain, removed it from the wall. He saw chips of wood fly out, and kept a good grip on it but the wound on his hand was strained. Stumbling over to Shunji, he collapsed to his knees and dropped the knife, noticing the cuffs on his wrists were still present with one link dangling off each. Taking the key from what seemed to be empty air, he unlocked the restraints placed on the cursed man. Keeping the key, Jensen chuckled as he looked over to the doctor. "Oi, bastard! Knocked out the doctor, would've helped a lot. Come on, get up. We need to find our shit and get out. No doubt they shoved my beauties in some grime-filled room." Jensen struggled to his feet, stumbling over to the door as he stuck an ear to it. Hearing a pair of guards converse, he smiled as he heard them speak about the massive battle. "Yeah, I heard one guy took down over fifty marines!" "Really? Man, what a monster!" "Yeah, I don't think Captain Henna is happy with it either. The other guy set the whole square ablaze!" "Holy shit, did they put it out?" "I don't know. But man, the whole place was a bloody fucking mess!" "Yeah, I heard a dojo's master was chopped into pieces after trying to avenge his brother. A giant! A giant had his head cut in half!" "And Shunji Z. Wraith, the guy who burned place, was there too!" Well shit, we are all the talk." Knocking on the door, the guards open it out of curiosity. Jensen hid to the side, and the two came in. Sliding past the first, Jensen punched the air as the knife slid through the second's throat. Grabbing the first with his extra arm, he put him in a chokehold with his knife-wielding hand free. Snapping the guard's neck, he let his extra arm disappear and the guard fell to the floor.

"Alright, so here's the plan. I'm going to take these swords, they'll have to do for now. You take their guns, and as soon as we get our belongings we will set the ship on fire in three places per level of the ship. By we, I mean you. Henna will be on our ass real fast, but don't worry because she needs to restrain herself on her own ship. If the ship breaks, there goes sailing us to Enies. We are hardly out of Logue Town's port, so we can easily get back to your ship by taking a row boat. That a plan?"

Jensen looked over to the ominous energy between him and Shunji, placing his hands in it as he witnessed his hands forcing out the stitchings and the wound completely closing, leaving a scar behind as the energy healed him. Looking down in awe, he noticed the x-shape it formed on his palms and backs of his hands. "Look what they've done to me. I'm going to make these damn marines pay." Lifting up the doctor after taking the swords and listening to his companion's words, he let the knife stick into the ground. Curious as to who it was, he remember it being one of the guys who accompanied Henna back in Logue Town. "By the way, who is this chump? You knocked out the doctor that could've helped me too. Oh, well, we could use him as leverage as well. I'd suggest waking him up and torturing him for information. I'll leave that to you, I'll go retrieve my belongings. They took my bracelet too." grumbling, Jensen took the knife, which was a karambit, and continued forward. "Tell me your plan once I return. You need a moment yourself." Chuckling, he steathily entered the hall, his balance still a little off. Turning left, he went down the corridor and peeked around the corner briefly to count three marines playing poker in the distance. Well, I could throw the knife and dash the swords into their heads...or I could sneak about...

Deciding to sneak around, he went left once more, unseen by the three marines but noticing a room where a group of marines had some females tied up. Looking in disgust, he had flashes from when he was a child. The memory of when he was only little, hiding beneath the boards of the chapel as he watched a group of shadows throw his mother against the wall, a few other women being tossed along as they were defiled. The hours that seemingly passed had burrowed into his mind, and by being reminded he was filled with utter rage. Quietly entering the room, one of the marines chuckled as he turned, expecting a friend. "Hey, Jimmy. You finally- What?" Jensen jammed the blade into the marine's throat, repeatedly stabbing him as blood gushed from the body. The other three marines turned as Jensen unsheathed the blade and whipped it through the throats of each marine. As they all died slowly, he jammed the blade in each of them several times, whipping blood all along the walls and watching it pool everywhere. Looking to the girl, she acted as if she saw the devil. His demonic aura was great, and a killer intent emanated. The girl looked terrified, crawling backwards as she kept quiet. Jensen exited the room with his sandals now drenched in blood. Walking down the hall, a man exited a room and he just lopped his head off. Entering the room where the marines were playing poker, it took a while before he was noticed.

Throwing the knife into one man, the other two react by turned around and bringing their pistols up, but one was choked by his extra arm and his right arm, the other on the left of him had his throat sliced open. "I said I was going to kill you all, didn't I?" Taking a key off one man, he entered a room where their belongings were wrapped in a bag, his weapons next to his bag. Taking everything, he brought it to Shunji before re-arming himself. "Alright. I take it you took your time to recover, yes?"

Jensen looked at the now healed Shunji, wondering why he wouldn't go with Jensen's plan and just start a fire in multiple places. Curious as to where the keys would be, Butch had revealed two critical things: he was the step-son of the woman who had her men harpoon him and she had the keys. Smirking devilishly, he crouched and let his third arm lift the man, clenching his throat tightly. "You have forsaken the cause of letting the voices of blades be heard. I said I would kill you all, now I have some leverage. She said her family is all dead...well let's see how she likes the life of her son being threatened. No mother wants that, especially not after becoming a widow." Jensen turned around, his arm now extended out of his back. Unsheathing Muramasa, his eyes were now red as he looked over to Shunji, a shadow of killer intent looming over him. "There is something you should know, I'm not as pure as I might have came off as. I have...a dark side." Walking to the door, he swiped Muramasa along it several times as it collapsed into pieces. "I suggest starting a fire somewhere. If you can bust a hole in the haul, that'd be good too. I'm going to go seek out this Henna and I'm going to crush her heart for our freedom."

There is no honor in this...I'm evil on the outside - I know this much. I'm not above this, I am definitely below such tactics. I have a demon unlike any other...they might just have to consider me a Rakshasa. Dragging Butch with the third arm's hand covering his mouth, he walked down the corridors and slashed away at unsuspecting Marines as he left a trail of bodies. Putting a hand over his abdominal wound, he clenched his teeth and closed his left eye in pain. He needed to ignore it, and soon the pain went away. The wound was worsening, and he needed to know what his exertion was doing to his body momentarily. "Ho~old my hand~♪. I shall see~♪ you~♪ again~♪. Ho-old~♪ my~♪ hand~♪..." Jensen sang to himself, reminiscing about his mother as he remember preventing the marines from defiling the girl. He failed from stopping those pirates that day, no success can undo his mistake. He started to wonder about the relationship between Butch and Henna, but cast away the thoughts even though he understood. Understanding was his weakness at this point. Reaching the stairs, Butch complained about his head hitting each step as he rose to the upper deck. Surrounded by marines, he stared down solemnly, a shadow cast over his face. Knocking out Butch, he cracked his neck as he counted each and every marine present. Surrounded by fifteen, another fifteen maintaining the ship. "Well, surprising that you broke free. I see the cuffs are still...what the?" "Didn't we use the chain to hog-tie him? Wasn't he carrying some heavy wounds?"

"Yeah, how did he...?" "I broke your petty chain. I shall break your morale next, and shatter your lives." Like a blur, Jensen dashed through the crowd as random marines fell with spurts of blood staining the marines next to them. "Holy shit! Timothy just..." And another. And another. And another. Springing into the air, Muramasa had been dragging blood from the body of another slain. Muramasa was brutal, and the Memory Band was fueling dark thoughts into Jensen's mind. Extending Muramasa out to the side, Jensen felt the dark energy gathering within, and his red eyes struck fear into the hearts of the men around him. "Fang...Of Deliverance." With a massive swing, the remaining seven marines were struck into paralysis from pain from the first slash, and another to slice all of their bodies in half. He did so by dashing along them twice. Their bodies released a massive amount of blood and Jensen could feel the drain. Walking over to Butch, he had his third arm lift him once more. Peering over to the frightened marines working to keep the ship going, he could see Henna next to the pilot. "Damn demon..." Mounting Muramasa near the man's throat, he used great restraint to prevent it from slicing Henna's son's throat. "Attack and you'll be saying ciao to your son."

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Henna was gripping the ledge tightly, the wood buckling under her fingers as her mace rest at her side. The man had a hold over her unlike any other, and she realized someone told Jensen the truth. She never would have guessed that someone would catch her step-son, but there was nothing as a mother she could do but hold the troops. "Stay your blades, marines." The shadows rustled, as it became apparent there were marines hiding within them. "Ha! No harpoons to stop me now? I'll just shift this dangerous blood-succubus into his throat. Or we'll both go down." Jensen laughed as he kept a good distance with his blade from the neck. Henna still understood the blade had caused some vicious wounds back in Logue Town. Jensen emphasized on its blood-lust factor, which alarmed the marine. "So what is it? Do you want freedom from this ship? Let's face it...you...won't be able to get far without being chased by this ship with the only option being a row boat." Jensen chuckled as he knew that it wouldn't end well for someone...and as soon as he let the man go, so would his protection go. "I want you to abandon this ship. I want you to leave it in our hands, or else this little whoreson gets the slit!"

Henna was red with rage, breaking the wooden fence as it shattered into pieces. "HOW DARE YOU! He is no whoreso-" "Oh? Feeling he's your own?" "God better let me slay this demon..." Jensen laughed as if there was some massively humorous joke. "God? God has no hands on this world, you shouldn't pray to something you, with good reason, doubt the existence of!" trying to instill a sense of hopelessness, he watched Henna become angrier. "Look, Bully. Look - as this may be your last sight of the one you love - DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH YOUR MACE HENNA!" he shouted as he watched a fidgeting hand reach for the kairoseki mace at the marine's waste. Henna was going to retaliate, but was sent into a tremble as the Drifter's words found a hole to plunge into. "I may not be much, but I'm a demon nonetheless. I drift into the lives of those with this...prison-building ideal of order and I DESTROY it. You know this ends with death one way or another, but I'm not going to let it end today." he shook his head as he spoke, tilting it diagonally forward as he went wide-eyed. Returning to a normal expression, he had hoped he was stalling long enough for Shunji to light the ship ablaze from within. "Damn you Demon Drifter..."

Jensen noticed Shunji rushing to the deck as he collapsed, alarming him as he tensed while continuing a stare at Henna. She seemed to be quite alarmed and commanded marines to get the escape boats ready, which wasn't enough for Jensen if he let her escape. As she stepped down to equal level with the drifter, he kept the blade close to her son's throat. "Stay your blade, there is no point in arguing over this ship is there? You knew that, or you didn't. It doesn't matter. As soon as that blade slips, my son dead or alive, I'll pin both of you down and crush you like the scum you are." Jensen made a face of disgust, his eyes filling with rage as he choked Henna's son, which instigated her to rush forward as she whipped out her mace. The distance closed, as Bully was sent into Henna's arms. Using the opening, Jensen closed the distance with a dashing stab. As her eyes widened, she knew it was too late as Jensen took the blade and stabbed through her son, slicing her side as she dodged. "NO YOU BASTARD!" Jensen took his foot and removed Muramasa, feeling the demonic blade keep a grip on the boy as it slid out. Blood pooled from the son's wound, and Jensen already expected the distraction was more than enough for Shunji to muster up the strength to escape on a row-boat.

As Henna became filled with hate, she remembered when the Drifter told her he'd kill her family...and Bully was all she had in her life. She blindly cast her mace into a heavy swoop, which Jensen saw as an opportunity to go for a lower attack, using the brief moment of blind rage to cast one of his attacks, Divide. Using his free hand, he unsheathed Kanjo as the blade slid along her stomach, hardly damaging her but nevertheless drawing blood. Narrowly dodging her sloppy attack, he was unprepared for her knee which would send him high into the air. Spinning her mace, she brought it back and as Jensen fell, she spun it forward before stopping it dead in its place and holding a mighty grip, the Drifter slamming onto the mace as she put him out of commission. Pulling the mace from under his damaged back, he fell to the ground and convulsed a little, coughing up blood as he was completely unable to move. Smoke rose from the boards as she smiled, circling around Jensen with contempt. "You want to kill my only family? You want to kill everyone here? Well...I think even if one of those things comes true, you've only secured yourself a deeper placement in Impel Down. I'll make sure hell consumes you, Drifter. I'll visit you and your friend and make sure after every session of healing I make you hurt." Lifting up the mace, she was prepared to bring it down. I did my job, now I hope you've done your's. Flames began to peek out of the boards, reaching out to Shunji.

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The azure salty surface of the ocean ripped open into malicious waves as the Milky Way soaring through the air, just barely above the crystal clear water. Having lost Shunji and his Devil Fruit powers, there wasn’t much left for the young Shipwright, Reddick T. Rocket. He had been separated from one of the best friends he’s ever known, Shunji Z. Wraith, and had been completely decimated by the almighty Shichibukai, Cipher. Had it not been for Phorcys and Vicky caring for him on the ship, and actually reminding him of the current situation, he wouldn’t be where he was now.

Flashback

Rocket sat alone in the dark Captain quarter’s of the Milky Way. Phorcys and Vicky kept watch outside, having explained their circumstances as of right now. He was devastated. No Devil Fruit powers. Shunji captured. No Albert. As easy as it would be to just sail off to Albert, Shunji saved his life. Both he, Phorcys, and Vicky fought alongside the silver-haired Shipwright to save him. He couldn’t abandon them, especially Shunji, even if he wanted to.

He tightly gripped his left hand, glaring at the tattoo inked into his skin. Images of Albert flooded his mind, he wanted greatly to return home just to see his father again. Though deep down, he knew Albert wouldn’t support this. Albert was one to put his friends and family and the ones who have helped him first. It was a way of life that he passed down to Rocket. He’d probably get the biggest ass-whoopin’ of his life if he turned on his friends now.

Waves shook the boat to it’s very core, rocking the Shipwright from side-to-side. He gripped a pair of black gloves from the desk in the chamber, slipping them over his slender hands.

“I’m coming Shunji.”

Flashback Ended

Goggles strapped tightly to his head, Rocket held a firm grip to the Milky Way’s controls. Phorcys and Vicky were left back on Yotsuba Island, in the case that Rocket never returned, at least they had those two to fall back on. Now, as dumb as Rocket was, he made sure to come prepared. Having watched the Marine Battleship that took Shunji away cross over the horizon back in Loguetown,he knew the general direction they were heading in. It was towards the Grand Line. More than likely they were transporting him to Enies Lobby. If he let them cross into the Grand Line, there was no way he was rescuing Shunji.

Rocket was loaded with an abundance of makeshift stink-bombs, hand-crafted smoke-bombs, and a plethora of fireworks that he evidently stole from the various stalls on Yotsuba. One of them in particular was an extremely large powerful Gorilla-Punch 1000. Some say that the model had the power of a giant cannonball, though they were only rumors. If this battleship was anything like the one commanded by Vice-Admiral Smacker, then he was in for a difficult task.

The large white flag of a Marine Battleship popped up over the seas edge, waving in the calm winds. The silver-locked Shipwright yanked the joysticks upwards, propelling the Milky Way into the air. He hovered the airship above the sea, setting the Milky Way to autopilot. “Alright Shunji, I’m bustin’ you outta’ here buddy. “  He gripped one of the stink-bombs in his gloved-encased hand, tearing the lid right off. He dropped the canister off of the side of the boat, letting it drop like a dime towards the battleship. After releasing the bomb, he retrieved a slender, yet swift bottlerocket, rushing towards the bowsprit. He angled the device into the air, going out on a whim in hopes that it would strike the ship in some way.

The putrid canister smacked against the battleship’s deck, releasing a grimy, rancid green smoke. The rotten odor wafted around the battleship, seeping through the wooden floorboards. The impact of the cylinder itself attracted the attention of most of the grunts, causing a buildup of human flesh darting around the canister, screaming of a burning, disgusting aroma.

Meanwhile, on the Milky Way, Rocket was preparing his hand-crafted firework. It was a bottle-rocket that functioned much like the stink-bomb did, require a simple pull of the wick to set it off, instead of lightning the wick on fire. “You marine-scum better be ready for this… I call this one… the Super-Duper...Ultra-Mega….Fantastical-Supreme...-Rocket-Explosion-Extravaganza-Of-The-Century.. Rocket-Rocket!”

He wrapped his index finger and thumb around the wick, yanking it from the rocket’s socket. With a massive screech and a trail of blue sparks, the uber-long named homemade firework spiralled downwards towards the battleship. Like a hawk soaring down to the earth for it’s prey. the rocket smashed into the battleship’s main mast, literally tearing into the wooden mast itself. The firework erupted in an array of different colors. Blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, black, white, pink, even brown sparks burst from the skinny rocket’s frame. The explosion itself completely destroyed the main mast’s base, blowing it off the ship.

“Baboom!”

Using the last bit of energy left, the Drifter dived into the water instinctively, his swords retrieved and sheathed before hand as he heard loud crashes occurring behind him. A ladder drawn over the ship, he took it to the dock and noticed a very feisty being...Rocket. A famous pirate comparably to those of the Eastern Blue, the flamboyancy was hard to miss. Turning back and looking over to the pyre-haired ship, he tried looking for Shunji as he was half-tempted to go back and pull him to the ship. "Shunji!" God damnit, why was I unable to kill that bitch? Am I...just an ant? Am I...going to let him succumb like my family? Gripping the wooden railing, he clenched his teeth and displayed signs of intense disappointment and rage. Noticing the bridge between ships, he stood on the railing and unleashed his Divide to break the bridge as the boxes became consumed in flame, potentially saving the ship. "Don't take down the ship! Are you mad!? He can't swim, we need to...rrgh.." falling down, Jensen finally succumbed to his massive wound, the muscle no longer doing much to keep it close dand at bay. Shunji...I'll make it up to you... Eventually he passed out, losing sight of what was around him and sense.

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