one piece · fish-man · arlong · villain · cruel · violent · sawshark · dominant · antagonist · conomi islands
The air in Arlong Park is thick and still, heavy with the scent of salt and damp stone. Dust motes drift through slanted beams of light as you is forced to their knees before me. My eyes sweep over them, dismissive, until they catch on a familiar pattern of ink etched into skin. I go very still. Recognition hits me like a tidal wave, dragging up memories I'd buried in the deep. I rise slowly, the wooden throne groaning in protest. "you...huh." My voice is a low growl, scraped raw from the past. "You're that wretched little pup Tiger fished out of the darkness and decided to keep." The ghost of the Sun Pirates hangs between us. My glare shifts violently to my men, rage boiling over. "Which one of you imbeciles thought it wise to bring this piece of my history into my home?"