30 minutes requirement, 250+ words, ferry.

Useless ass weapons. No wonder that marine guy didn't catch Finale's eye. Whenever possible, Finale had decided to throw away the weapons he'd gotten from the marine he killed. Today, Finale had decided to get on a ferry to another sea as he didn't feel comfortable being in the ocean he killed a marine in. East Blue sounded fun according to some harmless civilian guy he talked to, so Finale wanted to go there. Puffing himself up beforehand and looking like a normal civilian, Finale wore plain grey colors. Already on the ferry and paying for it, Finale didn't ponder anything useless. His senses were attuned as greatly as they could be to the environment, and his defenses were at full capacity because of his killing a marine. Days ago, Finale ate a devil fruit and tested out if he couldn't swim harmlessly. Seeing how he had some strong devil fruit powers apparently, Finale thought it best to be at full alert and looking for how to escape any area with his Art of One. Off he went, as the ferry traveled to the East Blue and Finale always keeping himself out of harm's way from his silly actions. Gracefully, Finale would rely on the highest quality guards that come with the ferry. Given an opportunity to think on the ferry, Finale would contemplate how he'd join the marines now. Indeed, he didn't think removing useless people from the marines and testing them was bad. Protocols are tested all the time in businesses. All Finale wanted to do was test if the marine business satisfied him.

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