"Barbary is a vicious man. Vile, and Violent." Raven began "I had no idea that he prowled these waters. But regardless, its well known that any pirate that sails far enough into the grand line fears him. He is a roadblock to all pirates."
She folded her arms and held her biceps "The stories that have spurred from encounters paint him in no other way than someone hellbent on wiping out any and all competition in the seas."
"On top of that." She shifted "He's a prolific Slaver. One of his ex-subordinates had information on his Logbooks. And its estimated that he's enslaved over 3.5 million people over the course of his Career. If someone bought a slave, there's a good chance that they come from Barnaby's stock."
That revelation made Leroy wince. But Raven went on "His fleet is enormous. Some Pirate Crews have decent size crews. 20-50 people on a ship, others have that and fleets on top. Ranging from the hundreds to the thousands of subordinates. But Barnaby may perhaps have the largest fleet amongst the Royal Marshals."
"A ruthless organization, The Barbary Pirates are. Everything they steal, they resell, people they defeat, they enslave and sell off. But the Group also sells the services of their members as Mercenaries for Hire." She gazed up
"Hornigold even had many of them under his own numbers in the Chyros Trading Company. He knew that even if he tried to compete with his own Mercenaries, that he'd never be able to put out the same numbers as Barbary." Her eyes refocused on Leroy
"So he made his Trade in the sale of his goods. If Barbary had literally cornered the Economy of sale of Flesh, He'd just have to do the same in Material Goods and Services." She refocused her thoughts
"That being said, on top of all of that. Are the strange stories of his Army. No ones ever been able to give a clear picture. Monstrous and unyielding. Ravaging until their targets were dead." Raven closed her eyes for a moment, Leroy finishing her thought
"That must be the Zombie Demon thing…I get it now. Guess thats just more reason to give his ass a nice beating." Leroy said as he clasped his knuckles and gave them a crack.
With the quick acquisition of his dead crew and putting them back in their places, Eddie boarded the Blossom again, Kirk ready to set sail.
Two Days Earlier
A large bulbous man that sat at over 17'9 or 542 cm tall sprawled himself in a large open room atop a large chair. It was not a throne but instead was closer to a papasan bowl like seat, cushions embedded into large stone.
A large muscular arm rested on the edge while another lifted up a large wooden keg of Beer, plunging a sharp black nail into the top before pouring the liquid into his open mouth, jaw jutted out to catch it as the amber fluid overflowed and spilled down his plump cheeks.
The room around him was illuminated by large braziers around the room as decorative chains hung them from the ceilings. The look of the space was as if it was carved from rock, jagged pillars around the room from dark basalt. Walls similar in their jaggedness.
The Man Continued to chug the liquid with large gluttonous gulps, he had dangerously Sharp Teeth that were pitch black and shone in the fire light. They were like Razors.
A Creaking came from the other end of the room where large Metal Doors that were ornamented with curving scrolled metal laden in it in the shape of a skull like that of a goats. The Door splitting the visage in two.
"Lord Barbary!" A Male voice echoed from the otherside, alerting the mans dark eyes to shift. The Man walking in was chaperoned by two demonic zombified creatures but were different looking than the one onboard Eddies ship. They looked to have wood along with horns and glowing eyes and misshapen proportions.
The man himself was shirtless and had black leather straps banded around his torso as a larger metal chest plate sat beneath. Spiked shoulder pads finishing the look.
Barbary answered in a deep cadence "What is it." It was not a question, but a command. His jutted jaw shifting back into place as he craned his neck to look at the man "Didn't I say that I was not to be disturbed at this hour?"
Typically the court was filled with celebration. Women clamoring over Barbarys body as his men fought one another for his amusement while others ate and drank their hearts out
Dropping to his knee the buzz cut man dropped to his knee in forgiveness. "I apologize Lord, but another one of the Royal Marshals of The Sea is here-" But before the man could continue to speak–
The Large and imposing figure of Benjamin Condent suddenly appeared in front of the man. A small displacement of air marking his appearance.
His eyes held no direct emotion beneath the metal mask he wore as he stared at the tanned skin man. His face was dotted with small ink tattoos. Simple designs of shapes and lines at the waterbeds of his eyes. His hair shaved at the top while the rest rounded his head, long black hair flowing down in oily strands.
"Leave us." Barbary ordered the man. The Doors slamming shut behind him.
"What do you want now, Condent." Barbary asked in a rude tone as his face screwed into a look of distaste
"You were given Orders by the World Government. And Yet you have not began to set sail to find your Target. These orders are not ones that you cannot simply disobey, Barbary." Condent said. Out of all the Marshals he was the one that took the job the most seriously. He followed the orders given to him by the letter. And made a name of himself by 'weeding out the strays' that fell from the clasps of the other Privateers
"Yeah yeah, pipe down." Barbary gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm already on the Move with locating this 'Falcon' person. Last he was seen was in Water 9 right? And unless he has a log pose to another route, there's a good chance that he'll have to pass by close to here."
"My network of Eyes can see to the very edges of the Bleak Stretch, and I'll know if they come near. Besides, scouts are traveling these seas constantly. Seeing as how there's a few nations within this stretch of sea."
With a grumble, Barbary tossed his keg to the side, and slammed his hands into the sides of his chair, forcing himself to his feet, where he wore a large flowing cloth that wrapped around his waist, a large fur pelt around that and another layer with armor tassets covering his clothed thighs. The Tassets were made in such away that they looked like roof tiles the way that they flowed into each other in a pattern
Barnaby also had a chest piece across his large fatty and muscular torso. A large circular piece of armor in the middle as the scaly leather made from Sea Kings wrapped around. His more, casual look when not in war.
"So you can go and Report to the Rokuseiza that I've been a good boy." He gave a blackened sharp grin.