Cassius Sinclair The Kraken Cassius had wandered back to town after leaving the execution. Behind him he could still hear the dull roar of the crowds and grunted in annoyance. That place was a powder keg waiting to blow and he had no doubt he'd be reading about some idiot trying to make a name for himself and blowing the whole place to hell in the morning papers. Hell, maybe it'd make it to the evening papers if they moved fast enough. What was more annoying than the execution itself however, was the fact that it completely went against Cassius's plan to enjoy a quiet drink alone in one of the many empty bars in town. However, what he hadn't anticipated was the entire town being empty, including bars of their staff. Not a single bar, cafe or restaurant were open, all of their owners and staff having made their way to the large coliseum on the hill for the special event. Cassius groaned aloud as he shuffled his way through the streets, having just read his fifth and final "Sorry, We're Closed!" sign for the day. He continued walking the streets, now headed for the docks. With nothing else to do he had resigned himself to simply returning to the ship and taking a mid-morning nap. He hated naps, found them to be a complete waste of time but with literally nothing needing doing, Cassius found no other reason to stay awake. His men would still be aboard the ship, perhaps he would join them for a round of cards and some drinking once he woke up. How truly dull it all seemed. As he stepped foot onto the docks however, Cassius passed rows of ships ranging in all shapes and sizes, heading down to the final slip where his own ship was docked. He paused however, picking his head up as he passed one of the ships on his right and took a few steps back to view it. The ship was pained with the symbols of the World Government, garnered with the trademark colors of the Marines and Cassius scratched at his tentacled beard in thought. He could see no patrolman walking the decks. With such a large event going on, Cassius had little doubt that the vast majority of Marines wouldn't be there rather than guarding their ships. Turning around, he found an identical ship in the slip to his left and directly across the dock from the initial one. Walking farther down the dock, he peered through the gap between ships and could see a third and final Marine vessel lazily bobbing in the harbor docks on the other side of his first Marine ship. Three little ships lined up perfectly and, from the looks of it, completely unguarded. The fishman pirate continued scratching his beard in thought, contemplating, weighing his options and the potential cost vs benefits. On the one hand, sinking several Marine ships would be rather entertaining and Cassius was dreadfully board. On the other hand...well, he couldn't think of anything so that meant it must have been a wonderful idea, right? Without a second thought, Cassius dove into the harbor, slipping between the ship and the dock. The water was warm here, so close to the sun and the salt scratched at his skin pleasantly as he returned to the world he favored beneath the surface of the sea. He looked up, his eyes adjusting to his new surroundings as the sun's rays danced through the shifting tides, flickering and sparkling in the shadow of the large Marine vessel. Cassius pushed off from the harbor floor, shooting upwards towards the bottom of the middle Marine ship. He pushed his fist forward, delivering a hard, Thousand Tile True Punch to the hull of the vessel. The wood splintered and fractured beneath his fist, but did not give way as he had expected. Annoyed, Cassius leaned back before delivering another solid blow. This time his fist struck through the wood, allowing water to begin seeping in, however the hole was still far too small for his large frame. Again he bashed against the wooden hull, the wood weaker in the area he had already punctured. It splintered against his blows, before it was finally weak enough for him to begin simply reaching into the edge of the hole and ripping off large chunks of wood. All the while, water slipped passed him and rushed upwards and into the slowly sinking vessel. Eventually the hole was large enough to enter and Cassius pulled himself up and through the hole into the ship. Standing now, he found himself in about calf high water. Not too shabby for a few minutes of work, but it wasn't enough. At this rate, working on three separate ships they'd be maybe half sunk and fully salvageable by the time the execution let out. Cassius made his way towards the stairs for the next deck, sloshing through the water as he went. Up above now, he found what he was looking for and smiled wider than he had in a long time. No matter who you were, something about the idea of blowing things up could make you giddier than a school girl. He stepped over to a large stack of cannonballs, picking one up in his large webbed hand and turning it over to inspect it. He slid another hand along the cool, dark metal of the cannon before moving around it to place the ball in the front. He listened to it roll solidly down the track to the back of the cannon as he dropped the door to allow the metal nose of the cannon to poke out. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the matchbook he used for his pipe and struck one, placing it to the fuse of the cannon. Stepping back a bit, he waited a moment, watching the fuse burn, the smell of gunpowder filling his nostrils, anticipation building in the pit of his stomach. What in the hell do you think you're doing?! Someone shouted and Cassius looked down the length of the deck to see a single Marine standing at the bottom of the stairs, a lantern in one hand, his sword in the other. Aw shit. Cassius grumbled just as the cannon unleashed hell only a mere few feet in front of him. WORDS: 1063 NOTES: ### DORIKI: +5 S&P & +5 S&A (In water);+5 E&D (Pugilist); +14 S&P GEAR: ### SKILLS: ### |
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