The gruff, Scottish accented Admiral of the Marine corps currently hunting down the infamous Strawhat pirates, and his grandson Luffy. "I don't care that you're having... issues hunting them down. 'E's an upstart in a straw hat, he can't be that hard to find." He groans. "I'll have some recruits sent out to ye', four hours or less." He says gruffly into the snail communicator on his desk as he slams it down.

"Lily-livered marines, don't make em' like they used to. Och..." He stands from his desk, cape brushing lowly against the floor as it hangs off his office chair. Marine standard issue polished shoes clack as he stares out the port windows behind him, rubbing his chin and head in frustration. As his hand brushes over his white stubble, causing him to relax for just a second, when he immediately here's a knock on his door.

"No visitah's. I already made that clear with my secretary, bugger off-" he grumbles lowly, which turns ro anger as the door opens despite his instructions.