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West Blue Seadogs Z
Far and away from prying eyes, in a corner of the world where not even birds dare to fly rests a lonely G Fort in the Calm Belt. Officially this place does not exist. Unofficially Admirals are privy to its locations, as are a select few Vice-Admirals who through decades of loyal service proved themselves to be trustworthy enough to receive such sensitive information. Back when it was constructed the people serving there thought it was a pointless expenditure to install sirens all over the place, thinking that a place that nobody knows about would never be broken into. Only now that the alarms are threatening to blow their eardrums out do they realize the magnitude of their arrogance. Already an admiral has been dispatched to take control of the situation. One might think this is a bit excessive. But considering the potential risk of failure, it may not be enough.
The next day a black ship veered off course in search of adventure. But the crew is none too happy about this development.
"Uuuuuuugh. We've been searching for hours now! I swear if we don't stop or find something soon I'm kicking your ass for waking me up!"
"Calm down Hook! There was a big kaboom! I'm sure of it!"
"Remind me again why we're following the captains delusions?"
"I don't have delusions Clown!"
"You hear voices in your head..."
"They are very real and maybe YOU are the weird ones for not having it!"
As tensions rise the vice-captain of the crew gazes out into the open waters and quickly jumps over the railing once he sees something.
"MAN OVERBOARD!"
After jumping into the water he quickly grabs hold of the man just barely clinging to life and Murray brings him onto the deck.
"Ooph. You're a heavy bastard aren't you? Didn't they tell you that wearing armor is not a good idea when swimming?"
The large, unconscious man on his shoulder does not respond, not even when the fish-man throws him onto the hard wooden floor of the Dauntless. The Silver Pirates all gather around him and give him curious looks. He's large, musclebound man with a heavy metal contraption strapped to his arm. His flesh is distinguished by the many scars on it, both old and fresh. He's barely showing any lifesigns, owing to the many injuries he sustained and the fact that he was most likely trying to stay afloat for the past couple hours.
"T-Take him to the infirmary please! I need to examine him!"
"Right away doc."
After Murray carried the man inside the doctor began addressing his wounds and hooked him up to an intravenous infusion. Meanwhile Hagetaka, the huntress examined what was clearly a weapon strapped to his right arm.
"That seems dangerous. We should disarm him immediately."
"W-We can't. I-It's bound to his flesh. I'm afraid removing it m-may be too much for him and he might die."
Silver smiled.
"Ooooh. So it's a prosthetic like mine? Don't worry no-arm-buddy! We'll fix you up!"
