138 Unexpected visitor (2/2)

With purposeful steps he slowly made his way off the muddy track that his body had made on the ground, his hands beating at his vest in the vain hopes that it would get the large specks of mud off of the garishly yellow shirt.

His white navy coat had come undone, torn and limply hanging on a branch a few meters away.

Slowly he looked at the sky as he recalled all that had occurred during the fight that he had until just a few minutes ago been a part of.

As the scenes began to run through his head, he could not help but gnash his teeth. He had been done in! And it was even at such an important time in the battle! The Marines might have had to retreat because of him.

He had failed!

Slowly he parted his teeth, getting angrier as he recalled the snide smirk on Charlotte Snack's face.

”That bastard!” he roared softly as he kicked at the ground, displacing a fair bit of grass in the process. He could already see the Fleet Admiral as he read the case report, glaring at him with the judgmental eyes of a superior as he looked at the performance of a rather mediocre subordinate.

”God damnit, Drake was right. I should have a transponder snail on me at all times! Ugh, the fleet Admiral is going to chew me out…” his tone was no longer as laid back and drawn out as it had been when he spoke with Sakazuki.

Slowly he began to calm down, breathing softly as he pulled the torn coat off the tree. This far out in the New World without a log pose or a decent transponder snail was the worst kind of stranded that he could be.

He would have to scour the island to see where he was, hopefully there would be a marine office situated here.

But as he walked forward, he could not help but frown. His observation Haki warned him of something, but what that something was eluded him.

With piercing eyes he looked around, his guard up as he slowly crouched down. He could easily have found his way onto a closed island with its own natives, or worse onto Whitebeard's territory. In the latter case, he could only hope that his prayers reached the right deity.

He had seen the old man in action when he was a captain all the way back when the Marines had been dispatched to deal with the then pirate king. He could still not help but shiver at that battle, even the light around the old man's fists seemed to quake and break.

Suddenly a glint shone in the dark sky, a dagger flew harmlessly at him. With a smile he slowly relaxed bringing his hands up in front of his face he caught the blade.

But just as he did, he felt his senses flare up again, quickly he got down low, twisting at an absurd angle to look around. At the very edge of his sight, he could see a faint shadow flitting through the thick trees.

And then with a flash of silver, Borsolino screamed.