The stench of iron hangs in the air as pools of warm, crimson liquid begin to ooze across the wooden planks of the ship.

Bodies of enemies strewn across his ship, Robin lets out an agitated scoff whilst rubbing his throbbing temples warily. His gaze shifts to his first mate before he signals him over, “Bastian!”

“Throw these good-for-nothings over th…” As his voice trails off, in his peripheral vision, he catches a glimpse of scales shimmering in the vast darkness of the open sea.