Trafalgar stood on the upper deck of the Yellow Tang, his yellow gaze lazily moved across the seas calm surface before something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Trafalgar left his helmsman to go investigate, his hands in his pockets with a neutral look on his face.

Soon he would look down on a mass of ropes, all in which are tied to the rails very tightly. The tension on the rope made it obvious someone was…hanging on the other end? His crew just recently hired another shipwright who has knowledge on submarines.

“Is that dangerous?” Trafalgar chimed in, loud enough for whoever may be hanging on the other end.