The morning after, was a bit somber, a lot of Shanks's- well my crew were still in awe over my strength. Mihawk stood on Shanks's ship, pacing and when it was time to go and the crew was bustling around the ship, the door to my office/cabin was opened and Shanks entered followed by Mihawk. Both looked eager to ask something but unable to bring themselves to do so, until Mihawk spilled, "We want to know who is your vice-captain!" "Wahahahahahahaha! Both of you are my vice-captains!" They both grinned and walked out shouting orders and telling the crew to set sail.
I walked out too, sitting down wasn't my thing, strapping my swords to my waist I walked slowly throughout the whole of the ship, and it was decent, Red Force had to be changed though and we did need a new paint job. So I got some crew to paint the sides of the ship with black fire designs and painted the figurehead black, with sparkling blue eyes. Shanks looked criminalized when he saw this, I patted him on the shoulder and told him it was all for the greater good. Shanks looked incredulous but looked at me like he understood that he lost the bet.
We spent the next few days sailing the seas and it gave me time to think of a name for the ship, Shanks kept suggesting "red" names and I refused them individually. Mihawk only had one idea and it was simply "Swords Edge" I didn't like it though I could feel the swords at my side hum. Many of the crew came up with dumb names and I kept rejecting them all until I just chilled on the deck and looked up at the stars one day. It was brilliant, there was no one to stop me from enjoying the world, a feeling I hadn't felt since the Roger pirates.
Then, it came to me, "Death Force."
Shanks was pissed that I messed around with his previous ship's name, Mihawk merely nodded, and the rest of the crew just had to stomach it. The wind in the sails, the rum still cold, the sailor's songs, and the full moon on a see-through water paradise, a hundred spectrums of colors arranging themselves into the corals and the slithering fish.
The first stop, God knows where. Years had passed since I had thought about God. There was no need for one in this world. Years had passed since anyone referred to me as Alex, though I kept in my one-piece name.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of crewmates hustling around and the gritty voice of Shanks shouting orders, over the harsh winds, as Mihawk stood his eyes staring at what lay ahead of us.
"Wahahahahahaha Drakon! You think I would let you escape after what you did to my grandson?!"
"GARP! That stupid old tweezer!" I growled. Mihawk brandished yoru and slashed downwards the mast of the marine ship fell and crushed the deck, Garp had a grimace on his face, "Hawkeyes and Akagami are under Drakon now!"
Shanks grinned and shot a wave of conquerors onto the ship in front of them and all the fodder fell, the last remaining captain was sent keeling with a single long-range slash from Yoru. I allowed the darkness to flow out of me and I floated to the deck of the marine ship and stood face to face with Garp, I watched as he drew his fist back steam releasing from it as it jackhammered towards my face, haki-filled and full to the brim with hatred. At the last moment instead of stepping back, I stepped forward under Garp's fist, quickly drawing Soul Reaper, drawing a sharp line across the marine uniform adorned by Garp, I turned drawing Ace at the same time, slashing down to where Garp was, but I found my attack was blocked, by the person I believed I sensed on board the ship this whole time, Sengoku- fleet admiral of the Marines. There was a scowl on his face that matched his usual stressed expressions.
"Drakon, why won't you just retire and make my life easier!?"
"Now, Sengoku san you know I can't do that!" I snarled as I brought Soul Reaper slashing down onto Ace, applying the pressure, intensifying the sword with armament haki, till they were two long black mirrors of death, reflecting my face. Sweat beads grew on Sengoku's face and Garp with an effort turned and started pushing against me, my haki embodied itself over my arms, my biceps shining dark black in the wake of the sunrise
Soon my whole body was coated in haki, my veins bulging under the duress, though my face resonated with an existential calmness. The blades gripped in my arms hummed with power, so fast now, that I could see them vibrating, I watched as Garp's hands began to bleed, and Sengoku's lower body started convulsing in pain, this was the time, I released my overwhelming dark purple aura of conquerors, attempting to dominate the wills of my enemies. I commanded my blades to be enveloped in purple flames crawling to their tips, burning the marine's hands, slowly but surely, their feet began to slip, and I was able to push them, along what remained of the deck after Mihawk's slash. "You have a lot to learn in so little time you oldie baldies!"
"Do you not see our hair you stupid pirate!"
I smiled cheekily, "Now, Garp san, Sengoku san, I really can't see the hair!"
We hoisted anchor and set sail away from the battered marines and even from now a few kilometres/miles away, Garp's rage was so visible that with my powerful observation, I could spot his rosy red face, seething with anger, his teeth bared, drooling at the corners as if waiting to rip apart a well-cooked steak!
Well, he would have to think about it again!