Immersed in the music, the merriment around the camp heightened as the Songbirds, Galley-La workers and citizens of Water 7 danced, drank and ate away to their heart's content. It was truly moments like these that the Pirate Captain lived for the most, collecting small snippets of these moments that made him want to exist in this world even more for the rush of it all. Pulling close to his Captain as he played, Nico whispered in Junbei's ears,
"I found the information you wanted to know, Captain." Nico commented continuing to strum along on his violin. In the distance, the shadow of the bonfire began to cast against the sandy shores of the docking area within the Galley-La compound. Along the artificial stream on which the vessels enter into the work yard, a large figure drew closer and closer. At first, Caprice saw the figure, spitting out the ale as he rushed over to his Captain, bringing it to his attention. Now in sight, the man's red maroon trousers contrasted with the shade flames produced by the bonfire's glare, as his silver head of hair stayed slighted tucked away in the essence of the open moonlight. One of the citizen's petrified at the man's figure, strangely enough with a pink bunny in hand, the woman screamed,
"Monster!". This caused all in the area to walk towards the man's direction as he waved his hand quite awkwardly towards the audience in a gesture of greetings.
Grinning, Junbei began to play a more sombre tune, it sprung into his mind as the smell of the dockside oceanic air rushed into his nostrils. To him, a man shoulder never be called a monster, regardless of how tall or unique his aesthetic might be. Turning towards the tall man,
"Heya!" Junbei exclaimed with the broadest smile in the crowd. Stopping the music, Junbei got up from the piano, picking up a barrel of Sake, pouring a ceremonial glass worth, into the biggest glass. Pointing towards the bonfire, the Songbird walked the cup over to the man.
"People are kind of afraid when they aren't accustomed to seeing someone of your size. Your free to the party! Food! Drinks! and Music!" Junbei exclaimed, walking back over to the piano to continue the merriment. The music continued for several hours after which, Junbei took a break to partake in the meat being grilled in the bonfire. Drooling slightly, the curried meat glistened on the bone, inviting the newcomer to sit next to him, along with the other Songbird's around the fire.
"I haven't gotten your name as yet." Junbei said, turning towards the eleven foot male.
"I'm pretty rude myself, my name's Junbei Von Echo. I'm the leader of this merry band of pirates you see before you, though, I'm more of a musician." Junbei exclaimed. His attention turned slightly back towards the bonfire, reaching into pull out the plump cut of meat, coating his hand slightly in a coat of invisible Busoshoku Haki. Biting into the meat, the Junbei was throughly pleased. However, in the distance, the true leader of the Galley-La camp was about to return. With his backpack strapped over his right shoulder, the man's black dreadlocks rested on his back. As he saw the gates of the Galley-La Company opened way after hours, the man's voice echoed, waiting until he was at the entrance to scream at the top of his voice.
"OI! EVERYBODY OUT!" Jackson shouted. His voice recognised throughout the island, the locals grabbed what they could and scrammed as quickly as they could.
"RUN! It's BULL-MOUTH JACKSON!" the men screamed running away. Blowing steam from out of his nose, the man walked through the Galley-La company's doors, as the citizen's exited.
With the Songbirds and the workers remaining in place, Junbei turned behind him, meat in mouth to try to figure out why everyone had stopped drinking.
"RICKY!" Jackson shouted again, taking off his shades. "
Why is he wearing shades at night?" Nico inquired in this thoughts. Jackson was around ten feet tall of african descent, and wore very trendy clothes from his green army jacket, with the Galley-La crest on it, down to his sneakers, custom soled for comfortable stance. Scrambling away from Ricky, who was now hiding behind the workers, the spiky haired blonde's position was revealed. Standing up straight, the blonde scratched his head nervously,
"A-A-A-haha... Jackson! Glad you're back from your journey. How were the ship's over at the Warlord's place?" Ricky inquired nervously. Walking towards Ricky, Jackson slammed his fist into the man's jaw, sending him flying, crashing into a pile of lumber, rending him unconscious.
"Boring as usual. Same old ships." Jackson responded.
"Don't knock him out and then answer the question so nonchalantly!" the other Galley-La workers announced.
"Whose responsible for all this mess?" Jackson said, walking over to the bonfire and pouring himself a drink from the barrels of Sake.
"I-MAM" Junbei announced, with food still wedged into his mouth.
Sipping the Sake slowly, Jackson eyed down all in attendance, zeroing in on the redhead and large silver haired man.
"I never thought It'd see the day... to see the 350,000,000 dollar rookie sitting in my shipyard. Most of the pirates that come through here as of late are gutless wimps afraid to offend Kiretsu... It's pathetic. You got a lot of nerve throwing a party in a Shichibukai's turf. The people of Water 7 are his subjects. Had anything gone wrong here tonight... You'd be held responsible... His status doesn't scare you?" Jackson sad with one eye-shut, now making eye-contact with the Songbird.
"Nope. I don't appreciate you hurting my shipwright honestly. After he's decided to look after the Dutchman." Junbei said, his grin fading slightly.
"No fear, you've pass the first test. 'Your shipwright' that twerp belongs to Galley-La... Did you say Dutchman... as in the flying Dutchman?" Jackson begun, stopping slightly in astonishment at the vessel's appearance in the distance.
"HA!" the man exclaimed in a chuckle.
"You're the new owner of the Dutchman. You think my little brother Ricky can lead a project like this, your delusional." Jackson announced, certainly amused at the pirate's claim.
"I'll let you into a trade secret... The only person who has the smarts and guts to lead the Dutchman project is... me." Jackson said, pointing to himself.
"Oh and why is that?" Junbei inquired grinning.
"Because... I'm the one who repaired the Dutchman on Jaya... without any form of blueprints... months after Davy Jones eyes." Jackson announced.
"Songbird Pirates... I refuse to fix a ship for a crew that has no Jolly Roger and is a one trick pony. I've heard of your name loud and wide Junbei... but the rest your men seem to be pushovers. My only deal for pirates... is simple. I won't work on Pirate Ship's whose overall crew doesn't make my heart beat in a 'DON'!" Jackson exclaimed banging my chest.
"I refuse to work on the Dutchman, regardless of the money until three conditions are met. One, get a Jolly Roger. Two, clean up my dock, it looks like a pigsty and finally..." Jackson said drowsily, yawning before falling asleep. "And he's out." one of the workers exclaimed, sighing in relief.
"Sorry that ya'll had to meet him like this. Jackson... is... pretty eccentric as is. He has clear cut rules for marines and pirates... even Revolutionaries before he works on their vessels." another of the workers filled in.
"He means well... He just falls asleep at vital moments at times." Ricky announced, climbing out of the wooden rubble with blood dripping from his head.
"This is the 289th time Ricky's been punched by Jackson and survived!" one of the workers exclaimed, laughing which broke the others into chuckling as well.
"Jackson used to be a pirate before he joined Galley-La. Had a real big bounty too so for pirates... He always gives them three conditions. One of them are random but the other two have never changed... The make of their Jolly Roger and finally... survive in Water 7 until the modifications are complete. We get tons of bounty hunters here... most of the guys ships we work on get caught... meaning if you can't survive... What's the point in us fixing the vessel. That's why I told your Navigator... Us fixing the ship to your adjustments is no problem with Jackson involved but he's old school, he won't start unless you have a Jolly Roger he likes. He's weird. That's why he hardly works on anyone's ship personally. For the Dutchman, he's the best we got. What he said is true Junbei... Paradise is only one half to the Grandline... Whatever your about to encounter next will be ten times harder than anything else from before." Ricky concluded.
"My crew doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. They're my family... That's all that matters. Beside, I never became a pirate to be defined by anyone else rules or laws. We'll take things at our own pace. I'll accept his challenge to have a Jolly-" Junbei paused, turning over to Kibo.
"Hey! Could you draw us a Jolly to be made!?" Junbei exclaimed, remembering the man's artist skills.
"I have a basic idea! Rishi Rishi" Junbei shouted exhilarated.