133 The cutlass falls (1/2)

The winds howled as the two sides of the conflict clashed terrifyingly, debris and pieces of wood colored the pale blue surface of the water as overbearing roars echoed into the stormy canvas of war.

Gun shots echoed as the clash of weapons drawled into the night sky, and yet within the conflict, one would find a massively underrated situation on the side of one ship that shone as an outlier in its presence. For, even though the one that led it wasn't as strong as the head of Big Mom's forces, there was not a single casualty within their ranks.

Instead, the pirates on board said ship looked to be in high spirits, fighting for a period of time before retreating into the back of the crowd to disappear entirely!

A bullet zoomed through the thicket of the crowd as a third ship neared enough to board it, swimming mercilessly on the bones of its fallen brethren. The galley stood proudly in the air as the boom of canons sounded in the background.

”Attack!” A man roared, his mane like blue hair swimming in the turbid air around. A scar ran across his stubby chin where a beard once grew, while his pale green eyes glared at the minute, in comparison, ship before him.

He was the captain of the 'Black Cutlass' a swift and sleekly built Tender, borne from ash wood. He had been the captain of a pirate crew that sailed with that ship, the ' Cutlass Pirates' they had been called, and they had made quite a name for themselves in the first half of the Grand line, Paradise.

Only after this man had entered the deep and dark chasm that was the New World, did he realize that there were many people like him, better than him and a scanty few that were worse.

So he did the only thing that had seemed rational at that time. He had bowed to a stronger man, a terrifying force of nature even back then, Kaido had been on his first conquests of Wano and when this man had joined him, there were only a small number of compatriots that existed within the pirate group.

So here he was, bowing to the wishes of the madman of the seas, going to war with an arguably equally terrifying force of nature. He was conflicted.

His first mate on the other hand, clearly did not share any of his inhibitions, for with a roar he launched himself forward. In one huge leap landing on the smaller Ice Breaker.

He sighed as he followed along, a new battle awaited him on the other side..

With a loud bellow to invigorate his spirits he plunged forward, a transparent layer of Haki surrounding his open fists.

Dummm! The wood groaned as he landed, his hands buried in the neck of what would be the first casualty of the meek Ice Breaker.

The ignored gangplank stood behind him, creaking under the weight of his boarding men.

A small smile appeared on his old and wizened face as he waded through, the roar of his men a merry jolly jingle in his ear.