(Samuel's POV)
The Straw Hat Pirates are here, huh?
Well, it was to be expected. They are upstart pirates and are probably intending to go to the Grand Line, stopping by Loguetown was inevitable. I met three of them but not the Captain nor the other one, who I hear is a formidable fighter.
I was sweeping the floor of the shop when I began to hear some commotion along with the sound of thunder in the sky.
"It is going to rain, huh?" I said as I stopped and looked out the door's window, "Oh well, that might slow down the clientele."
I kept sweeping, looking down at the floor. I noticed that there were small trails of ashes on the ground, probably from that Straw Hat member's cigarette.
"So he trailed the ashes in here...." I said, "Well, better than burning pants like that one white-haired moron."
I made my way back to the counter, gathering the dust and dirt with the broom into a single spot in order to pick it up and throw it to the trash. I should probably sweep it outside the door but if it rains, I do not want rain droplets to get inside nor do I want to wet my broom.
I then heard the door opening, the sound of the bell ringing loudly.
"Welcome, make sure you have an umbrella." I said without looking back, "It seems like it is going to rain."
"Samuel?" I heard a voice said, "Come with us."
I turned to see a group of Marines standing in the entrance, holding their guns in their hands.
I frowned, "Huh?" I said, "What do you mean?"
"We received information that you know where the man known as Dante is located." The one in front said, "Come with us for questioning."
"Wait, I already told you guys that I don't know who that is." I said with a scowl
"Is that so?" he said, "Then we suppose your Uncle, Tristan, might know."
"Why would he-" I started
"This is a picture of the man we're looking for." He pulled out a large picture
I looked at the picture, it was that of my Uncle standing next to a tall man with grey hair and blue eyes. They seemed to be in front of a ship at the docks. This does not seem to be recent since Uncle's face was not pale nor his body was skinny as it is now. They probably took the picture when he was not sick.
I scowled, "What does that have to do with anything?" I said, "I don't know who that man is."
"Come quietly and we will not hurt you." The Marine said, "The man in the picture is Dante, a person of interest."
"Yea...." I said, "But I have nothing to do with him."
"If you do not cooperate, we will shut down the store and confiscate the merchandise." He said, "You don't want that, do you?"
I narrowed my eyes, "You wouldn't."
"We would." He said, "And we will."
This is bad. They somehow got a picture of Uncle with this Dante guy. I wonder what the hell is going on. Who is this Dante? What does he have to do with Uncle? And these bastards are not making it any easier with their threats.
For the sake of the shop, I will have to cooperate.
"Fine." I said, "Let me lock up...."
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(Third Person POV)
Outside Tristan's house, a single man was seen walking out of the door. He wore a dark cloak and had been carrying a small case in his hands. While there was a commotion in the Town Square, this man had snuck past the Marines and got inside Tristan's house to do something.
He then began to walk away as the rain began to start falling down.
In the distance, a group of men were approaching the house. In front, the tall blonde man from before was looking at the cloaked man.
"Hmm...?" he said, "Interesting. I wonder who that one is?"
"You think it's Tristan?" one of the others said
"No." The Tall Blonde said, "From what I was told, Tristan is ill and is bedridden. There is a housekeeper in the place, beat her down, and grab the sick man. We'll beat the information out of him."
He walked up to the door and kicked it down, the wooden frame being ripped off completely.
Due to the loud crash, Nona the Housekeeper walked up in a hurry, "What is going on?!" She exclaimed, "Who is there?"
The short man from the group ran up and smacked her on the face, sending her crashing against the wall.
"Get the fuck outta here, bitch!" he spat on the ground
"Ahh!" she exclaimed as she rubbed her cheek, "W-what.....? Why would you do that?"
"You couldn't knock her out?" another man said, who had bright blue hair, "You're fucking weak, Chum!"
"Shut up!" Chum said, "Hey Boss, can I kill her?"
"Do what you want to." The Tall Blonde said, "I'll go and check on Tristan."
He began to take a step on the stairs that led to the second floor when he stopped and narrowed his eyes.
He then looked over to Nona, who was getting on her knees, feeling that something was wrong.
"Hm...." He said, "Hey, woman. Who was the man that left the house?"
Nona looked up as she wiped a bit of blood from her lip, "A-A....friend...."
"Friend?" The Tall Blonde said
"Boss, I should stab her." the blue-haired one said, "Can I?"
"Shut up, Saz!" Chum said, "Let's just beat her up!"
The Tall Blonde then sniffed something, "Get down!!!"
He threw himself down on the floor as a massive shockwave erupted from the top of the stairs, ripping apart the wooden floor. Chum and Saz were caught by the shockwave and they got sent flying back out the door, crashing through the wall along with the few other men that were with them.
Nona somehow disappeared from where she was kneeling down and was not caught in the shockwave.
The Tall Blonde got up as splinters of wood fell on his head, "The hell?" He said, "What was that?"
He then heard coughing, "You got good reflexes, brat." a voice said
The Tall Blonde looked up and saw that atop the stairs, a skinny middle-aged man was standing holding a strange cannon-looking weapon that was emitting a bit of smoke.
"What the hell?" He said, "You're Tristan?"
Tristan was glaring at him, "I am." He said, "And you're supposed to be Jag, aren't you? The upstart runt that is a criminal boss, huh? Guess you did not get Bartolomeo to join you?"
"You know Bartolomeo?" Jag said with a scowl
"Course I do." Tristan said, "I have a deal with him. He keeps my shop protected and I provide suits and clothes for him on the down-low. My nephew does not know, however."
"Tch..." Jag said with an angry scowl, "You know why I am here then."
"I suppose I do." Tristan said as he walked down the broken stairs that creaked dangerously, "But I'll tell you one thing; if it's Joe that is looking for that, then you're in shit luck."
"Oh, is that so?!" Jag said as he pulled out a knife, "I'll be the judge of that!"
He lunged at Tristan who pulled the handle of his cannon-weapon, cocking it.
Tristan pulled the trigger and a shockwave, much weaker than the first, hit the man hard and sent him flying out of the house.
"Tch....!" Tristan said, "One more and my arm will break....what the hell is this runt doing in my house? Hey, Nona!! You alright???"
"Yes, Tristan." Nona appeared from behind a couch in the living room, "The medicine our friend gave you took effect quite quickly."
"Ah, yes. That bastard sure came in handy with his Grand Line medicine." Tristan said as he scratched his cheek, "He went to see his boy off, though. He will miss the party."
"Is Joe really after you?" Nona asked, "That man is nothing but trouble."
"Joe is a piece of shit." Tristan said, "He can eat shit and die."
Over to where Jag landed, he and the rest of his group were recovering, getting back on their feet.
"What kind of fucking weapon was that?!" Saz exclaimed, "It's nothing but pure force!"
"It's one of them thing-a-magobs!!" Chum said
"Shut the fuck up." Jag said with a scowl, "Tch....!"
Something caught his eye and he turned to the left, seeing a group of marines approaching.
"Oh shit, the Marines!" Chum said, "I thought they were going to be busy with the Pirates!!"
"This is bad, boss. What do we do?!" Saz said with a scowl
"We beat them all down!!!" Jag exclaimed as he stood up tall, "All of them!!!"
The Marines stopped some dozen meters away from them, their weapons readied.
"What the hell happened?" one of them said, "Who are you?!"
Jag glared at them, "Don't you fucking worry about it."
"Hey!" a voice said from within the group, "That's my Uncle's house! Why the hell is it wrecked?!"
Samuel pushed through the crowd, moving some Marines out of the way.
"Hey!" one of them exclaimed
Samuel then looked at Jag and then back at the massive hole in his Uncle's house.
Jag raised his eyebrow, "Uncle?" He said, "Wait.....that's his nephew? Joe didn't mention this....."
Samuel narrowed his eyes, "You did this?"
"I know that guy...." Saz said, "He's the shopkeeper! The one that one of Bartolomeo's guys always goes to!"
Jag spat on the ground, "Is that so?" He said, "Beat his fucking ass then. You know what, kill him. That way, Tristan will give us the Item."
The Marines aimed their guns at the group, "Hold it right there!" One said, "The man you're referring to is in the custody of the Marines!!"
Jag lunged at Samuel, "Like I give a shit!"
He swung his knife at Samuel who dodged it with ease, something that surprised the large man.
"Tch...." Samuel said, "Really didn't want the day to turn out like this."
Samuel then spun around, kicking him in the chest, sending him flying away hard.
"Boss!!" Jag's group exclaimed
Jag hit the ground hard, the pavement cracking slightly as the rain began to pick up a bit more.
"Grrr...." Jag said as he got up
Samuel then turned to see his Uncle standing where the doorway should be, "Uncle!!" He exclaimed, "Are you alright?! These assholes broke your house!!"
Tristan looked at him, "Oh no, that was me." He said, "But I am okay."
Samuel then frowned, "You're out of your bed, how?" He said, "Are you okay?!"
"Oh me? Yes." Tristan said, "I took some new medication."
Before Samuel could say anything, there was a bellowing roar that hit their ears hard, causing them to flinch.
"What the...?!" Samuel said as the marines next to him buckled
They all then turned to see a massive creature where Jag was supposed to be.
"OH, SHIT!!" Chum exclaimed, "The Boss transformed!!!!"
Samuel looked at the creature, it was a massive yellow Iguana-like reptile with what seemed like a blonde mane. It had yellow scales with orange coloring and some blue shading. The creature was massive, much larger than any of them there, which was an imposing right.
"W-What the...!!!" one of the marines said, "A devil fruit user?! I-Is that a Zoan?!'
"You've done it now!!" The Creature bellowed, "Forcing me to transform!!"
Samuel scowled, "What kind of fucking lizard are you?!" He exclaimed, "You oversized iguana!!"
"Oh boy." Tristan said, "Watch out, Samuel, he's a Legendary Beast Zoan-type."
"What?!" a marine said, "That's a Legendary Beast?!"
Jag, who had transformed into a massive iguana-like monster, spat on the ground and slammed his forelimbs down, causing a slight tremor.
"I am Jag!!!" He bellowed, "I am going to devour you lot!! And I will find the Item that Joe wants!!!"
Samuel sighed and rubbed his hair, "You got to be kidding me....." He said, "Uncle.....why did it come to this???"
"You promised me a quiet life as your Shopkeeper!!"