He felt the immediate change of the weather once he was out at sea. Though the heat and cold weren't his worries anymore he felt the change. "No more sand in my socks." Hannibal would mumble to himself as he would adjust in his seat. He held no problem with Sandy Isle, he loved the people. It was just that everything was just uncomfortable to him. Despite being there a year on duty he wasn't a fan of sand let alone the desert. Water 7 however was a place he would enjoy very much. Despite being a Devil Fruit user he didn't feel any fear of the large volume's of water. No, unlike the others like him he did not have to worry about that weakness in anyway.  

"Your Tear, sir."

Hannibal would reach out and grab the cup. A nob and gentle smile  was accompanied by "Thank you.". He took no time to sit back and lift it to his lips. The Tea was hot but he didn't care, it wasn't hot enough to harm him. The liquid dance in his mouth before traveling down his throat. It was too good. He hadn't had tea in a long time. That was no dig at Sandy Island he just hadn't had time to sit down and enjoy any.

His hair was shaggy but his suit was well pressed and clean. There was no reason to anymore to dress a certain way to not get looks. Wearing a suit on Water 7 would be be normal and not draw him out. He didn't really know why he felt like that. He just felt he should for some reason.

Within his booth he had a table. On it was a coaster for his tea cup and also scattered paper. It almost was like his desk back at the base on Sandy Island. Everything looked a mess but he knew where it all was. This paper work just were things he had send to him before he left Sandy Island. Though he had given all his responsibilities for the base to another he still had other things he had to attend to. Marineford and everyone stationed there when he was laid on his table. Usually someone of his rank couldn't get something like this. But his pull with the CP agent Birdal was enough to grant him this. It was all written in a dead tongue. And the only way he was able to read it was through his eye. Which he had open right now. He was no longer afraid of the backlash that he would get from this. With his goal of changing their image he had to do this.

He scanned the papers one by one. Over and over again. Who they were. Their rank. The reason they were stationed there. How long they stand and were supposed to stay. And finally how long they've been Marines. He didn't get anything else like that. He would however once he would single out those he didn't trust. He was looking for certain things that didn't add up. This didn't make those individuals guilty of anything they would just be the ones he would be looking into. By no means was Hannibal truly acting within his jurisdiction. All he had was Birdal who was molding him to be within the CP. That was all that was allowing him to do of this right now. Favors however were what he had to also do in return for this information, but that didn't matter to him.

The journey to Water 7 from Sandy Island vai Sea Train would take a close to five days and nights due to weather complications. Hannibal did not mind that at all. It gave him a entire week just to focus on these papers he had. Thinking like those that would be against the World Government would be like. Doing his best to walk in their shoes. He also thought about each time he had trained his devil fruit abilities. On who would have reason to be in that area. Who would even be able to watch him. And that is how he found it. Narrowing it down to a point he didn't like at all. Those he signaled out were higher rank than him. And that made him also weary.  

'How? How could they get so deep into our rank!? Rats! I need to figure out how to deal with them! No, what am I saying. Relax, killing them outright for this would be a crime. That is not Justice. Justice is brining their crimes to light and arresting them. Getting information out of them instead of letting them get information needs to be done. Yes, that is what needs to be done.' Hannibal would say as he gazed outward at the at the waters as the Sea Train moved. The papers on the table had been neatly stacked due to him being done with them. He'd dispose of them once he disembarks. No one could read them other than those belonging to his race anyway.

He'd close his eyes now as he knew they'd arrive in a couple hours. He needed the rest as his little vacation would be over once he arrived to Water 7. As he would be joining up with Commodore Ricchi and there was no telling what that Man had planned. And also with what Hannibal knew giving that Man that information could allow another helping hand.

And the next time Hannibal would open his eyes the magnificent Water wonderland that was Water 7 would be within clear view. It being one of the most beautiful places he had every laid his eyes upon.


Travel complete.