118 Trouble on the fleet admirals plate! (1/2)

I glanced out of the corner of my eye as I lay leisurely on the deck, on a make shift hammock I stared at the calming sea green water. The waves lapped gently against the ship's side as we swayed gently in the breeze.

The storm from yesterday, seemed not to have happened, for the skies were clear with a group of gulls flitting calmly across the boundless sky. The clouds stretched lazily on, drifting thoughtlessly in all directions.

It had been a mere day that we had spent on the new world and already we had faced one of the most terrible storms that we had ever experienced. The multitude of ice bergs that came after did nothing to ease the tension that the place brought. Only now did we have a slight moment to relax, and so that was what I was doing. Sleeping on deck all the while keeping an eye on the unpredictable sea.

Angella had collected our youngest protégé, (Neither Sorren nor I counted, seeing as both of us acted much older than we had any right to) harshly hammering the last nails into the coffin of his illiteracy.

Fawkes had taken the two rookies to the far side of the boat, snugly fit into the huge shadow of the tall and trusty mast. He had them experiment with the fruits that they had consumed.

It had been ruled over food today, that they both were woefully unaware of how to possibly use their capabilities, even if the devil fruit was to be discounted, the both of them still possessed a piss poor form and little to no battle experience.

Terrick had taken it upon himself to rectify the latter in a surprising show of character and responsibility. So every other day they would drill the basic weapons and unarmed combat alongside the crew's assassin.

While on the days that they did not work on their physical abilities, they would work on their devil fruits, which was what they were doing now.

I originally planned to train them on the use of their devil fruits myself, but Fawkes had volunteered, seeing as and I am going on a vein and quoting him here, 'I was pretty useless on the last island, and the only even slightly respectable thing I did was the basic equivalent of weight lifting' in an attempt to both get himself familiarized with people that possessed devil fruits and to the individual aspects of the fruits that the two rookies had consumed.

Thus I had left it to him. It would help him in the long run, I reasoned especially if we were to get involved with the bigwigs of the sea. No doubt about it. We would need every trump card we could get our hands on.

And now here I was. Thinking lazily as I looked at the chipped daggers on my palm. There was no where that I could improve anytime soon. The restrictions on my Armament Haki, was pretty much my age coming into the picture. The main reason that I could train it this far, could be pretty much solely attributed to my devil fruit.

With a sigh I slowly swung of the thin white cloth that had been slung between the railings of the ship and a part of the captain's cabin and began to walk forward. There was nothing I could do about the former, but the later? I could definitely work on that!

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