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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2023 11:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 12:03 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 12:15 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 12:19 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 12:31 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 12:43 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 12:58 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 10:15 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 10:33 am
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Marlon had watched about half the fight and somewhere along the lines, dozed off since he didn't need to row as much, he awoke with a snort at his yell, he looked at Taka before chucklin, "Well I guess he ain't actually a pig under that", he said before watching the water to the leftside of the boat shoot into the air, "Well that was", this time he noticed a whistle before the water on the right shot up, "Wait a minute", three more bursts of water came before he got it. "CANNONBALLS", He declared taking to rowing again as the bursts of water came, "BUT I DON'T HEAR NO CANNONS", he yelled in confusion.
"s**t, seem's they caught on, gonna be a bit harder to slow em, KEEP HER GOING BOYS", Morgen called to his crew, rowing, using the wind and his protege's running in the paddle wheels to get them going faster, "THEIR NEARLY ON THE HORIZON", with that, he hefted another ball before chucking it out after the men they were chasing.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 2:16 pm
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Tac had been in a stupor, having had his hammer snatched from his hand as he was getting ready to comment to the effect of 'his life had been ruined, bringing him in would clear his name.' When the unthinkable happened. An Admiral, not just some would be captain that got lucky with a devil fruit, not some rowdy workers in his own crew... An Admrial!! He was fairly certain he had a stroke, heart attack and brain hemorrhage all at once in how much he wanted to kill the pig just then, but he couldn't bring himself to move and didn't remember what happened from that point.
He was certainly out cold at some point cause he awoke in a stupor as the sun was setting to see the two bashing the ever living crap out of each other. Tac was debating to stab him in the back with his exact-o knife, his actual butchering knife, or to let him see what the admiral felt with the sledge. He was mostly just sad he didn't have popcorn or that Snow was no longer able to stand to finish off the pig. Marlon started going on about something as he was entirely engulfed in his petty revenge when he realized what was happening. "Oh s**t, bag, getting bag!!" He called out as he got out a bunch of stuff and just set it about to decide what he needed. 'Angle grinder, no, Mill, no, Lathe, no, actually...' He got to work with some tools and snatched up the oars and begins making a drill shape out of them and attaches it to the lathe. "HOLD ON!! NO CLUE HOW LONG THIS WILL LAST!!" He says as he starts the power pack, there isn't anything to mount it to so he has to hold it, but it is kicking up a lot of force very quick and spinning really well for a mini lathe.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 4:56 pm
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Even with Tac using his thing, Marlon kept rowing, seeming to do such faster when he saw the Marine flag on the horizon, "COME ON, COME ON", he said as they all worked together to avoid getting caught by the Marines.
Morgen likely would have kept up the chase if a Transponder Snail didn't go off, "ADMIRAL, WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS, THAT BIG GUY GOT UP AND STARTED ATTACKING", He grimaced hearing such, "MEN, ABOUT FACE, REINFORCEMENTS ARE NEEDED FOR THE REST OF THE BOYS", he ordered moving to the back to steer the rudder while making sure it didn't break from the hard turn, "WE'LL GET THOSE FELLA'S ANOTHER TIME".
Just as quick as it had been arriving, the flag was turning and quickly vanishing from sight, Marlon breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh man, we mighta been graced by god fer gettin away".
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 6:01 pm
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Tac had been holding the make shift motor as steady as he could, praying for dear life not to get caught by an admiral. When he finally saw him turning away he turned the make shift propeller off and picked it up shaking as the friction had burnt the two paddles along where it touched the boat every now and then and snapped off as he got it back in. Setting it down and looking at the spent power pack, Tac couldn't figure out why everything was blurry till he went to speak. "H-h, e,y-y, Na, na, me's T-T-T aC!!, Did, y,y,you k,k,k ell, ig, OW" He bit his tongue. "pig, ma,a,an?" he finally got out as he sat down and the boat started shaking slightly violently as his muscles couldn't counter compensate all the energy he was shaking out as it was still trying to compensate for the motor.
(hey, name's Tac, did you kill pigman?)
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 6:16 pm
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