Sitting in a pitch black rocking chair rocking back and front or whatever you call it. Sits a man wearing an all-white classic suit. The lights lit to low touch was rather odd. As they grew and shrank over and over again. Not much is known about this man but one thing is clear. He is the person people got their eye on in a bad way. What pricks he would think. Blowing smoke thinking to himself. All the things he could have done by now. Rather it is good or bad most likely bad. But shit that's just the life of a pirate.

But at last not many know of that way of life. Too many people setting up others to fell. But naw not Arcologia everyone gets his name wrong how stupid. He looks over at the door as it would opening in close on a repeat. But what is or who was it. Somebody that could mess with his head or somebody that's been helping him since his life came to be. Looking over at the clock on the wall the time hands didn't move at a normal rate. But more or so at a rate that was 10 times as fast. Smiling at that he would here small footsteps walking around him. A little small devil all with horns and even the stupid red skin. Dressed in an all black suit. Arcologoa wasn't afaird at all because this devil made himself known with the help of his devil fruit power how painful.