Task Name: Island Patrol
Tier: 3
NPC or PC: PC
Location: Ennies Lobby
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description:
Enemy Details: T2 marine battleship carrying: 20 T0 privates, 3 T1 Corporals, 1 T2 first mate
Boss: Yes
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Boss Name: Captain Toombs
Tier: 3
Description: A rough and tough Marine captain, overzealous in his patrolling of waters surrounding Ennies Lobby. He knows how tricky Log Poses can be and plans to show no mercy to pirates who draw the short stick. He excels at boarding tactics.
Devil Fruit: No
Haki Aura: None
Equipment: T3 sword, T2 flintlock
Specs:
Melee weapons: 5
Marksman: 2
It was a lovely day for sailing! Sunny but not overly hot weather, courtesy of few roaming clouds occasionally providing shade, strong but not destructive winds, and a smooth current. They could have sailed just about anywhere in this weather, but here on the grand Line, they were locked into whatever route the log pose had set out for them. Its impressive... Such a small, simple device could make or break even the most powerful Pirate's adventure. But no matter how strong they might have been, once they crossed the grand Line, all pirates were equal as far as luck was concerned. Nothing they did before could influence whichever stick they drew, even if it took a really long time for Linnea to get Flash to stop blaming himself as he so often did for the way they drew the short stick.
Looking around the deck, Linnea found her crew scurrying around attending to several duties on the ship, but for the most part they were calm and cheerful. It was just that kind of weather. She brushed her hair behind her ear, looking up at the triangular sails that gave her ship its speed and manouverability. Back in the blues there was no other ship capable of beating at such an angle, at such speed, and if she swapped sails there was no other ship capable of getting even close. But the Grand Line was different: Speed wouldn't save them here, but it could help a great deal. The Uroboros captain spent most of the Ennies Lobby time sailing around the actual island, hoping the log pose would finally shift and they could finally depart. Here, the ship's speed and manouverability came in handy to navigate in between reefs and shallow waters, finding themselves a place to hide... But much to her chagrin, there was none of the sort on the little island they were at.
And little did she know, that with these conditions, the stage was all but set for a troublesome encounter.
"Captain, there's a battleship coming from the southwest!!", hollered the lookout, from high upon his perch on the main mast. With a calm but steady pace, Linnea walked over to that edge of the ship, narrowing her eyes and taking a good look up to the distance. Tch... He was right. And even worse that ship was heading right towards them... Odds were they had already been detected. There was nothing left but to fight!