Calico Jack.

He gazed outward at Mock town from his vantage point. One week ago he had to turn tail and run from an obstacle he couldn't defeat. Koko the Clown the six hundred million beli Monster. His goal in that whole ordeal was not clear to him at this moment. Whatever it was it didn't work out for him in anyway way. Only thing he got out of it was that he still had a long way to do. Two people were struck by him without them being aware of his presences what so ever. But, unharmed they were after the strike. As if Calico was just playing with them and gently stroked his blade across their body. He'd sigh as he went over his movements over and over again in his head. He did nothing wrong when it came to the mechanical aspect of his assault. It had to be his strength.

"I need a drink." He'd say as he move away from the window he looked out of. He was staying at a bar/hotel. The building was a reasonably sized one. How many rooms were on the floor Calico was on was around fifty, maybe more. The other minus the first/base floor which was more focused on seating people. In total there were four floors. By far this place was the most expensive. The owner didn't even stay on the Island. If Calico remembered right he stayed on Long Ring Long Land. A place Calico wanted to go to sometime in the future.

As he made it down the stairs to get to the first floor he wondered what was up with Shusui. As it had been quite ever since they ran from that fight. The trouble child had seemed to place itself in time out. It didn't bother Calico however. It just was one less thing on his mind and plate. It took him a total of eight minutes to get to the first floor. The smell hit him instantly the intoxicating aroma of booze and freshly cooked meat filled his nostrils. He even begin to drool a bit from his mouth as he found himself a table. It was situated in the back like usal. Close to the kitchen so he could get more of the smells. The sound of chatter and even music did not allow there to be any silence. It was the ideal place for Pirates. Calico however grew sad about that. As he wasn't really a Pirate. He was Fidel D. Marx. The son of Qari marx the leader of the Revolution Army. Fidel did start his journey in life on a Pirate ship after he ran away but after that hit it's end he would cross paths with his Father. On the day he was to be executed. The story ended with Fidel being rescued and being brought into the revolution. He didn't hold rank and his relationship with Qari wasn't even annoched. Only those high up knowing of the relationship.

He had ordered and his table was full. He was the only one that was empty. Vacant of other people sitting with him that is. There was no room whatsoever on table once his food and drink was brought. The chair next to him had something in it unlike the others. It being a item he stole from the sky above.

Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts that only barely reached his knees. Today he had sandals on instead of shoes or lack of them. His usual attire that he wore after getting off of Skypiea. His goal of going back up there and taking it over still on his mind even now. But, before that he had to grow stronger. He needed followers. He needed to actually take over the docks and get his beli up. As he slammed back his first cup he wondered about all of those things; some of the liquid escaping his mouth and running down the side of his chin and neck. The stubble on his neck and face getting drenched.

Calico Jack.

He was yelled at from five meters away. Which drew attention from the crowded establishment. Asking such a thing from far away was really weird and strange to Calico. He though wouldn't say anything at all to the Man. He didn't know him at all nor felt he needed to know him. He did however keep in mind the Man's distance as he kept walking over to him, despite being given to answer. When he eyed the guy he licked the sauce from his right hand before going back into his feast. "This bastard better stay back." Calico would say. His thoughts escaping his mouth without him knowing. Like other times this happened he doesn't know it. But if he was every to find out he did this he wouldn't care.

If the Man continued his motion forward Calico would put one hand under the table and reach over to seat next to him. Calico, if he was in that guy's shoes, wouldn't have tried to sit right next to him. Buuut he felt this guy would do some weird shit like that. And with him not the type to just give something up quickly he was prepared to move his bag from the seat at a moments notice. He hoped it wouldn't come to that but it ended up happening. Added with the Man, that called himself Hiroko, talking about a unit. Calico didn't immediately put two and two together, but didn't like how this was going. Someone approaching him like this out of the blue without there being any prior heads up didn't sit well with him. Calico would pull his bag with the strange item that shouldn't be visible.

He'd finish up his food and leave shortly after.

[exit]