Nishki walked and followed both Jipers and the hooded figure back to his ship. He was simply in deep thought over all the information he had just processed over the last few moments. The pirates were trouble, it was going to cause issues, they were all too much of a problem to be ignored now. The fact that they resurfaced so publicly now was something of a surprise to Nishki, but never mind, he had a duty to accomplish, they would pay, big time....
[[In an unknown part of Grandline]]
The ships sailed quite steadily ahead. All with the logo of a big demon wearing a apron with skulls and two pitchforks across it. The members were all dressed in a sort of heavy dark metal set up. Most wearing face paint. There were a few walking around laughing to each other. and some grumbling in a corner. One of them was sitting on a chair, while a man clad in black with black hair sat down in front of him "You wanna join our crew? Whats this all of a sudden? The black demon wants to join up? why?" The man grinned "Call it perogative, i tire of travelling alone... its about time i settled down with a crew... working for mob bosses wont cut it anymore, and with your reputation, its a nice cover for me...."
A voice spoke from the side "I dont like it.. you have a reputation for massacre yourself.... why join us? None of us are at your level.... if you wanted to , you could easily kill most of us.... well except the captain maybe...." Another voice spoke " Let him join, in the end, if he tries to kill us the capt will deal with him... after all, who can beat the capt?"
Below the decks of the ship, a young boy slept, he was snoring, his scarred body shown in the pale moonlight. He snored very loudly and was clearly unaffected by the happenings that would shape the coming events.