As the ship sails away from Kokoro Island, Drakon now accompanied by Ann, the Quatermaster of the ship. Léon, the ship's new Doctor. Ella, the new chef of the ship. As well as Ballon who filled in the role of scout and Lookout. The Crew took one last look at Kokoro island as it slowly gets further and further.
"Where to now?" Ann asked looking at Drakon. "We'll, I was thinking of finding this Uta girl, it says here in the map that the island she's in is in the calm belt. Using my Water powers, I could get us past the calm belt and straight into the waters of the grandline if you want. But we could also take the natural way through reverse mountain. So, what's it gonna be, guys?" Drakon asked as he looked back to the team.
Léon and the rest looked at him with confusion on their faces. "Um, it's your ship. You can decide." Said Ella as she looked at him.
"You're right. On that. But I promised the chief that I'll take you out on a adventure, not bore you guys to death."
Ann spoke up, "I think that's a great idea. The Grand Line is notorious for its unpredictable weather and strong currents. If we can navigate through it, we'll be well-prepared for whatever challenges come our way."
Léon nodded in agreement, "I concur. It'll be a great opportunity for me to test my skills and learn more about the seas."
Ella, the chef, chimed in, "And think of the exotic ingredients we'll find on the Grand Line! It'll be a culinary adventure like no other!" Ballon, perched on the crow's nest, squawked in excitement, flapping his wings.
Drakon smiled, "Alright, it looks like we've got a consensus. We'll take the Grand Line route. Let's set sail and see what adventures await us on the Grand Line!" With a collective cheer, the crew set their course, ready to face whatever challenges the Grand Line may bring.
Their celebration was cut short though as Drakon remembered that he would have to stop at loguetown to restock for the trip. Which means he might run into Momonga again.
For the first time in a while, Drakon felt a twinge of unease. He had faced many challenges and adversaries since his father's brutal training, but the thought of facing Momonga's scrutiny and potential hostility again made his stomach twist into knots. He wasn't afraid of a fight, but he knew that Momonga was a formidable opponent, and he didn't want to put his crew in harm's way.
Drakon's eyes narrowed as he weighed his options. He could try to avoid Loguetown altogether, but that would mean risking his crew's safety by setting sail without proper supplies. Drakon's grin faltered as he gazed out at the horizon, his mind suddenly consumed by the thought of Loguetown. He had been so caught up in the excitement of setting sail for the Grand Line that he had almost forgotten about the necessary stopover. Loguetown, the bustling port city, was a hub of activity, and it was likely that he would run into Momonga again.
For the first time in a while, Drakon felt a twinge of unease. He had faced many challenges and adversaries since his father's passing, but the thought of facing Momonga's scrutiny and potential hostility again made his stomach twist into knots. He wasn't afraid of a fight, but he knew that Momonga was a formidable opponent, and he didn't want to put his crew in harm's way.
Drakon's eyes narrowed as he weighed his options. He could try to avoid Loguetown altogether, but that would mean risking his crew's safety by setting sail without proper supplies. As he stood there, lost in thought, the crew began to notice the change in his demeanor. Ann approached him, concern etched on her face. "Drakon, is everything alright? You seem a bit... preoccupied."
Drakon forced a smile, not wanting to worry his crew. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just thinking about our route and supplies. Let's get moving, shall we?" The crew nodded, unaware of the turmoil brewing in Drakon's mind. As they sailed towards Loguetown, Drakon steeled himself for the potential confrontation, his mind racing with strategies and contingency plans.
As he stood there, lost in thought, the crew began to notice the change in his demeanor. Ann approached him, concern etched on her face. "Drakon, is everything alright? You seem a bit... preoccupied."
Drakon forced a smile, not wanting to worry his crew. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just thinking about our route and supplies. Let's get moving, shall we?"
The crew nodded, unaware of the turmoil brewing in Drakon's mind. As they sailed towards Loguetown, Drakon steeled himself for the potential confrontation, his mind racing with strategies and contingency plans.
In the marine base of loguetown, A teenage boy with short black hair on the sides and a large red Mohawk in center is seen. He sits in the chair bored watching Drakon's wanted poster, the boy was none other than "All hunt" Grount. A marine Captain in the new world. Fearing that Drakon might return to loguetown, Momonga had stationed him there as the last wall to stop him.
"God damn it. How long has it been already? A month? Where the hell are you, Drakon." He yelled out loud.
"Calm down, Grount." Said another Marine in the room, this one being a more older man. "I swear, kids this days just want to rush at everything. That's why your base couldn't stop Luffy, you have no patience to think ahead." He said.
Are you shiting me right now? The only reason why Luffy became such a threat is because your base couldn't stop him in the first place, Commander Glove." He said angerly at the older marine.
"What was that? Do you wanna go?" Glove said putting up his fist.
"Do you really wanna die that much faster, old man?" Said Grount
Grount's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't back down, his gaze locked on Glove's. "You think you're still relevant, old man? I've been dealing with your kind of thinking for too long. You're all about procedure and protocol, but when it comes to the real world, you're stuck in the past."
Glove's face reddened, and he took a step closer to Grount. "How dare you! I'm not even forty!! And I've spent years serving the Marines, and I've earned my place here. You're just a hot-headed kid who thinks he can do better."
Grount sneered, his Mohawk seeming to bristle with his agitation. "That's exactly the problem. You're out of touch with the new world, Glove. I'm younger than and I've accomplished more than you. The pirates in the new world aren't the same as the soft ones you faced in the gradline. They're stronger, faster, and more unpredictable. And so was Luffy when i faced him. He's a force to be reckoned with. You can't take him down with your outdated tactics and slow reflexes."
Glove's fist clenched, and he seemed ready to lunge at Grount, but he was restrained by two other Marines. "Enough, Glove! Let it go." They Saud in unison. They were Ant De Bonham, a member of the long arm tribe and Shimoi Zappa, a swordman.
Grount snorted, turning back to the wanted poster on the table. "I'm just saying, if the vise admiral left us here it can only mean that we need to think of Drakon as a new world pirate type of threat. We can't just sit here waiting for him to show up. We need to anticipate his moves, prepare for every eventuality."
Zappa spoke up, "Grount, you need to learn to work with your team. We can't have you clashing with your elders like this." Grount's gaze flicked to him, his expression unreadable. "I'm not looking for a fight, but I won't back down either. Drakon is my target, and I'll take him down, no matter what it takes."