127 Reins new talent! (2/2)

This was the captain's quarters. And he fucking loved it.

Around him he could hear the massive cheer of his crew as his children celebrated. Today was a Friday, and thus the entire ship had gathered here instead of on the deck to guzzle alcohol like there was no tomorrow.

”Oiiii! Ya wanta wrestle wid me?!” A completely wasted man called out as he went against another equally wasted mook. Then the duo began to dance around each other weirdly, obviously attempting to hit each other but both too drunk to see straight let alone walk straight.

At the end of their glorious brawl the duo could be seen on the floor slithering around and cursing fluently. At one point one man even decidedly confused his opponent with the rather more sturdy flooring and began to attempt to pummel it.

And this was where he was stopped with a quick chop to his neck, by the multitude of medics that existed on the ship. The duo where then dragged sanctimoniously to the healing ward amidst good natured applause and laughter.

Scenes like this could be seen all around the old emperor, and he only smiled as it happened. They were his family after all.

His alcohol abuse was suddenly interrupted by a rather bleary call that he could only barely hear over the rambunctious din.

It was a transponder snail that stood solitarily over to a beam on the side that had been till that moment chewing happily at a leaf placed before it.

With a small groan of annoyance the old emperor got off his throne and walked over to the muttering snail.

At this point the loud noises around had descended to a manageable limit, for most of the mostly sober crew were quite curious as to the contents of the loud interruption.

At that very moment the door banged open, as a pudgy pirate walked in.

”Sir, Marco just reported in. There was a new crew that landed in Sphinx! He says they're pretty all right though.”

Edward Newgate smiled good naturedly at the message before flapping his hands out dismissively. If his son said they were trustworthy then they probably were.

His smiling face did not last long, for as he saw the individual that had gotten in touch with him, he could only grimace in annoyance.

For the one that had currently given him the call was a certain young'un brat that he found pretty infuriating. Not infuriating like 'tear your throat out' but more a 'the neighbor's kid dropped his ball in the garden for the third time this hour ughhh' kind of infuriating.

it was a certain cocky little red haired shit, though he said so himself, that was giving him a call.

”What do you want brat?” He roared out, as he glared at the snail, more with annoyance than with actual malice.

”Well. two things. The younger pirate called out breezily. First off I wanted permission to dock at Sphinx.

There's a nice rookie that I want to have a chat with. And second. It seems that the rabid beast and the you wannabe glutton are going at it. And their duking it out close to Sphinx too.” Shanks said, hanging up as soon as he had finished sending the messages through.

And now, the hall had pretty much frozen over, the high of the celebration ending mockingly insufficient at the monumentous declaration.