More than once she regretted leaving her island after all if she hadn't she would still be surrounded by all of those she knew and loved rather than living in this crime filled cesspool known as the Nil District. The outside world was quite bleak in comparison to Amazon Lily not in regards to the dangers surrounding it no, just more so the desperation that filled the world. Everyone was so hungry but not everyone wanted food but everyone out here wanted something whether Beli, power, sex leaving her to reflect that she would do her best to avoid making any relationships while she was banished. The words of her elder rang true "Men are not to be trusted" but then again her wisdom seemed to not extend to the fact that in most cases non Kuja women were just as if not even more dangerous than their male counterparts.

Still what could she do, she was stuck out here hiding out near the docks because she could only comfortably fall asleep underwater, knowing that at any point in time she could end up getting jacked for her meager belongings. Still maybe this introspection was enough for her to come to a decision, she needed to affirm her goal now that she had no home. She had spend whatever time she could spend, not stealing food from fisherman or trying to hunt for it on her own, thinking and pondering how she could survive out here and the only conclusion that came to mind was to do what she did best. She was good at medicine, it happens when you have to treat your own injuries, but being a doctor in this lawless world wasn't easy she needed money for that so she had a fall back option to fund her medical career.

Hunting, not for food but for people she would have to make a living off of doing just that taking jobs that others wouldn't and using the funds from that to make a more decent living. Just as she came to the conclusion that such a plan was both logical and well within her limits she heard a very distinct melody ring out through the area. While this wouldn't be a cause for concern as occasionally music was played, the disconcerting part was that she was currently in her makeshift den underwater and she could still hear the music. This would prompt her to swim upward breaking the surface to look around with her eyes widening as she noticed in the distance walking on top of the sea were white creatures of some sort. She had never seen such a thing they had a body comprised of three segments and their arms were comprised of wood, but the unsettling part about them were their beady eyes and gaping maws. They didn't move all that fast but that wasn't the point seeing as there were so many of them and she would dive back into the water to regain her bearings.

"This isn't my problem, I can just hide here and wait until they've been dealt with by the locals. With any luck they won't be stopped until they've killed a good portion of them and I can benefit from it since it's not stealing if the owners are already dead. she thought to herself keeping her eyes on the surface looking for the very distinct splashes made by the incoming creatures. Did she feel bad about her inactivity, no not really after all it wasn't in her nature to care about random people nor did it make sense from a logical standpoint. She didn't know what those creatures were but she wasn't familiar enough with their anatomy for her skills to be all that effective so why waste time fighting when she could be pragmatic and avoid initial contact. When they eventually made landfall and she witness the local populace fighting them then she could learn from their engagements and factor that into how she fought them.

If she was being utterly truthful she was afraid whatever those things were they didn't look natural, and this was coming from someone like her who lived on an island with numerous dangerous creatures. Either way her thoughts were broken up when she saw that the were now on top of her, at least at the surface of the water and she could clearly see that their numbers would most definitely pose a problem to the general population on the island. It was all a matter of whether or not those truly in charge decided to make a move to quell the threat before it could truly spread or they held back their forces until they could make the most profitable choice. Either way as it was she was stuck until they all past her as surfacing now would put her in more trouble than it was worth.

Jack stood over an old wooden table one of his new goons had dragged in from the trash heaps outside Don Julio's tent, or rather Jack's new tent and base of operations. It had been three days since Jack had taken over the Don's activities and small time gang. What he had been left with was a small stash of spending money, enough to get the gang off its feet and maybe through some actual investments get things moving and about a third of the men Don had initially employed within his gang. Which is what happens when you kill a third of them yourself and then offer to everyone that they can leave with no hard feelings. So between the deserters and the corpses, Jack now had a handful of people too stupid or too pathetic to leave and of course Screw-loose Sally. Who, speaking of which, was currently standing across from him playing with her blood tipped hair as they stood over the map of Baltigo displayed on the table. To his left and right were two other men from the gang who Jack had called in. They appeared to be the most competent of the group, though that said little.

From what I remember from our meetings, the buildings these Kingpins work out of, or at least pretend to work out of are all circled here. Jack said as he indicated the ten circles he had drawn himself in red marker on the yellow stained map. Based on the map of the sewers and the blueprints of Old Baltigo Sally provided us, we should be able to start plotting out paths into and out of this building. I'd like to start sending trial run spies into the network by the end of next week.
Don't forget MG that the ruins of Old Baltigo ain't nothing like those fancy schmancy blueprints, no sir. That place is a shit show, collapsed buildings, blocked off streets, boarded up or even cement filled exits and entrances. Whole buildings were built on top of it so who knows how accurate that thing actually is anymore. Sally said while she picked at her nails.
So you're saying we're going to have to remap this entire area before we have a good idea of what leads where? Jack asked
Yuppers, seems that way.

Jack sat back in his chair with a heavy sigh, nothing was ever easy. Alana had already departed for HQ to share and publish the Kingpins ledgers with the rest of the Revolution. Before she left and once Jack had told her what he had done, she called him a damned fool but not a day later a letter from the Revolution saying he had their full backing in this endeavor and would support his rise as the 10th Kingpin of Baltigo throughout. Of course he'd need to prove to the Revolution that he was worthy of their praise and funding before he actually received any weapons or cash. So much to do, so many moving pieces. Jack said with a sigh as he unscrewed the top of his flask and took a long swig from it.

Seconds later a young thug came running through the flap of the tent, sucking wind. Sir, sir you have to- at the docks- it's....I....come on. Jack raised an eyebrow curiously as the boy feverishly waved his hand to make the big man follow. He looked at Sally who simply cocked her head to the side in curious amusement at the young boy. Stay here. Jack said to the rest of them gathered around the table while he rose from his chair. The young thug who had run in grabbed his waistband to keep his pants from dropping to his knees and tripping him before taking off and out the tent, The docks, the docks. He said breathlessly as Jack took off in a jog to follow.


Down by the docks the madness had already started. Creatures made of some sort of white, fluffy material without legs of any kind roamed the streets. Some were splashed in red, at first confusing Jack before he noticed a pair of legs disappear down the maw of one of the creatures. The snowmen weren't your normal, round, cheery fellows with a corn cob pipe and a carrot nose. These were snowmen from frozen hell. Their teeth were sharpened icicles, some of the snowmen were of average height while others imposed even Jack's nine foot frame. There were dozens, devouring and attacking the people of the Nil District. What in the- Jack was about to ask before one of the snowmen closed in on him and the young thug out of nowhere. The boy jumped back in fear but Jack reacted quickly, swinging his left arm out at the base of the creature's head. He swung clean through, causing its front, chest area to be obliterated and its snow head to roll across the ground. The body froze solid for a moment, wooden arms dropping to its side and Jack assumed that was the end of that, Oh, they're not so bad. A little cold but it was like punching a pillow. He said with a smile at the terrified youth next to him.
Uhhhh The boy said, unable to get anything else out as Jack turned to see where he was pointing. The snowman's body had begun to regenerate, already snow was forming where its chest had been blown off by Jack's fist and it was reaching down to its severed head. Oh come on. The big man said as he prepared for a fight.

How long had she been waiting, she didn't know since the feeling of fear tended to draw out short moments into feeling like they were long time spans, either way she found herself moving after she noticed that all of those monsters had made landfall. Thus she would slowly begin to swim upward and not long after would break the surface her eyes widening at the carnage that was being wrought. It would seem they had no care for buildings or ships but were exclusively targeting the people who inhabited this place without discrimination. She herself could see that when individuals fought them they were difficult to destroy as whatever wounds they endured would just end up being rendered useless as the white substance comprising their forms seemed to regenerate. She quickly realized that simply fighting them like normal wouldn't be sufficient at all however she was at a loss as to how to do so effectively.

She broke down her own abilities and knew that she only had one that she figured would probably work, while the others would just serve to assist her in dispatching them, however it would come at a cost as it wasn't something she could use continuously without any drawbacks. Her introspection was broken out of when she saw a housewife, who had been overlooking her husband and son fighting against the tide of creatures, dump a bucket of what it seemed like to be hot soup over the head of one of the creatures. It let out a shriek of what she couldn't mistake as pain and wherever the soup had touched didn't regenerate unlike the physical wounds dealt to it. "Heat, that is the key to their destruction without completely destroying them all at once." she thought to herself rationalizing why such a thing worked allowing her to come to a conclusion that they must be made out of ice. It explained why they were able to travel on top of the water as why they were so badly hurt by heat and at their core they were cold enough that the salt within the sea didn't break them down sort of like glaciers. Such a conclusion allowed her to isolate what could potentially bring these creatures down to a couple of things which would serve to cause the ice comprising them to melt or otherwise change back into water, vapor or even further into hydrogen and oxygen.

Still that didn't cause her to emerge from the sea, it still wasn't her problem and she wasn't the hero type as far as she was concerned she had no reason to get involved just yet nor had anyone spotted her as they were too focused on the incoming waves of snowmen. So she would continue to watch for now as nothing provoked her direct intervention, not one of these people stood out to her as someone she'd care enough about to save. It just happened like that, all she did care about at the moment was seeing how they would deal with the threats to their lives and maybe she did want to see whether other people would be able to figure out how to effectively combat the snowmen so she could gather more knowledge on how they could be killed. She would still keep her eyes out for those who seemed more successful in killing these things if only to keep a record of how dangerous they were or to try and see if she could position herself to temporarily join them as she was under no misconception that eventually if she didn't participate it wouldn't come and bite her in the ass. After all if everyone died and these snowmen now ruled Baltigo she didn't exactly have a steady supply of food and commerce flowing in that she could take advantage of every now and then. Sure she could just steal someones ship and make off with it but she had no experience sailing a vessel and would probably end up getting herself lost again and this time end up on an island that wasn't already populated by people and then she'd truly be screwed.

Piss off already! Jack yelled as he pushed away yet another advancing snowman, causing the creature to burst into billions of snowflakes and fly backwards hundreds of feet from him. The snowmen were incessant, with easily over thirty of them littering the docks and terrorizing the citizens of Baltigo. Oi, boy, grab those who need help or are too stupid to run and get them farther inland. Grab some of the others from the gang when you get close by. Jack said as the scared boy nodded, teeth chattering not just from the sudden cold that the snowmen had brought but the pure fear he was currently experiencing as well. Still, Jack had to hand it to him, the kid knew how to listen. Jack watched him run off towards a small group of people hiding behind a pile of garbage. The snowmen hadn't noticed them yet so they just needed a little inspiration to get the hell out of there. Good man. Jack said to himself as he turned his attention back to the oncoming Snowmen.

To his right a woman screamed as a snowmen descended on her and her unconscious son. Jack pointed at the snowman and raised his hand, lifting the creature into the air and out of arm's reach of the mother and son. The woman looked at him in awe, frozen in place. Jack rolled his eyes, Well, run already! He's not going to stay up there forever. The woman finally seemed to understand and gathered her young son in her arms, running away from the docks as fast as she could without even a simple thank you. Honestly, some people these days. Jack said, shaking his head in a mixture of awe and disgust at the woman's stupidity. You see one person devoured by some sort of sentient snow creature and you lose your fucking mind. Had it not been for the fact he was trying to make a name for himself and gather the backing of these people and the other citizens of Baltigo to cement his claim as the 10th Kingpin of Baltigo, he probably would've taken one look at these snow bastards and turned the other way, but Jack always had an agenda and a goal in mind. Unfortunately today that goal meant trying to kill something that wouldn't stay dead no matter how hard he tried.

Doesn't help that it's cold as tits out here. He grumbled to himself as he retrieved his flask from his cloak pocket, pulling the cloak in around his exposed arms a bit closer. He uncorked the metal canister and took a long swig from it, letting the warmth drain down his throat and fill his belly. With a triumphant sigh, Jack gazed across his surroundings. Many of the people had already cleared out, but bodies lay broken and bloody at the feet of snowmen. People were still screaming deliriously, frozen by shock and terror. It was utter chaos at the docks of the Nil District, ironic considering how rarely visited they were, that the patrons of the Nil District should be given this nightmare to deal with. Jack's eye caught a man staring at the large, red beard Revolutionary, his flask in hand as he surveyed the madness that lay before him. The man's face was bloodied, though Jack doubted it was his seeing as he couldn't find a wound on the scared gentlemen. What? You waitin for a sip or somethin? Go on, get. Jack said, throwing a thumb over his shoulder to emphasize his point. A thought crossed Jack's mind as he looked down at the flask in his hand. The man who had been staring began to run off, past Jack as Jack's hand suddenly darted out and grabbed the man by the back of the shirt, Hold on just a minute there. He said, ripping the man's shirt straight off his body. Bewildered, the man stared at Jack in complete astonishment, but the big Revolutionary ignored him as he tore off a sleeve of the fabric and stuffed it into the top of his flask. Snow, meet Molotov...now I just need a light. Jack said with a smile, frowning as he looked around for something with a spark.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Jack, two snowmen had peeled off from the common citizens and turned their attention to the water they had just crossed. Whether they had some way of sensing heat or just weirdly perceptive rock eyes, neither Jack nor anyone else at the docks could be sure, but one things was certain, these things knew something - or rather someone - was in the water. The two dove below the surface, their freezing cold cores keeping them from melting in the salt water as their normally rounded bottoms took the shape of finned tails, akin to a winter wonderland mermaid from hell.

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