129 Re-dispatch (1/2)
Shanks groaned as he walked through the raging winds, at some point over their otherwise easy voyage, thick and strong storm clouds had begun to gather overhead raging into a dreadful storm.
”Damnit, those bastards started without me!” He roared out, before lazily slashing his sword through a ship high wave that had been threatening to overwhelm them. With a dull rumble of rebellion the mass of unquenched sea rage split through the middle thudding to the side.
”Hard to Port!” His first mate roared all of a sudden as he proceeded to clench hard at the tightening rope.
A massive iceberg popped over the sea, almost stabbing through the ship's hull in the process of surfacing.
Evidently Ben had been paying attention to the situations around with his Observation Haki, for with a mighty roar the ship bent to the side, the mast twisting mournfully at the sudden and violent turn, the winds still urging it on.
A shrieking scraping noise echoed out as the ship's side grazed the icy monolith, before righting itself gradually as the smirking first mate began to loosen his hold.
The sky still colored a pale and deathly blue with fist sized hale flying meteorically down. The strong winds carried them off, each as dangerous as a bullet from a cocked pistol by the time they landed on deck. Yet, the wood stood strong, quite literally bouncing off the pelting projectiles.
Shanks smiled leisurely his hands still casually holding the sword at his side, fingering the hilt expectantly.
His Haki began to slowly flow out, at first casual and barely present, then the winds began to pick up as an unruly and rebellious aura began to accompany it.
His Haki was one of mischief, not like Whitebeard's enshrouding protectiveness, like Kaido's mad domination nor Linlin's destructive childishness. His was more casual then the former two and more calm than the latter.
The winds swept apart as the waves cowed, then with a mighty and unheard roar the Conqueror's Haki enveloped the ship raggedly scaring away all that were within proximity. Shanks could only maintain this for a while, before his Haki and will would be spent. Of the top tier figures that he had just mentioned, he had the most control of the mysterious force, and yet he would readily admit that he had no control at all.
The clouds bayed above, the winds roared, yet for the moment the ship was untouchable.
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Garp groaned tiredly as he face palmed, he had just entered the ports of Marineford when an order from his afro headed Buddha wannabe friend arrived at his ship's front.
It was an order to mobilize immediately. Unlike his previous mission however, it wasn't something as simple as to find a rookie pirate. It would be a dispatch to stop a war between emperors!
Garp groaned as he looked at his crew, before grimly motioning for his subordinate.
”Petty officer, the vessel has been re dispatched to a mission within the New World, gather all those below the level of Ensign and have them return to the barracks for drills.” He ordered calmly.