"A Low Ranking, Rookie, shit stain like yourself has no place to be ordering me around!" Spoke a booming voice. It came from none other than the Man known as Red Beard. He was currently talking to a messenger that had come all the way to the head ship of the fleet.
"Sir! Please!" The Man with Blonde Slicked back hair into a wave like feathers spoke. The man was known as homing.
"I don't care what the little shit has to say! Sparrow has no grounds to order me around with relations dealing with my family!" Red Beard put Emphasis on the word 'my'. Clearly he felt himself fully responsible for whatever it was the two were discussing.
"B-" Homing attempted to speak. But he was suddenly overcome with an intense wave of pressure that totally stunned and confused the new Recruit. "I said Leave!"
The Man scurried to the connecting bridge walkway to the Ship that he'd taken. Red Beard voice Trailing behind him "Tell that Bastard that if he wants to tell me something, He should come and do it himself!" A boot thudded against the wood, vibrating it.
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"Perhaps you were too harsh, Pops?"
"Nonsense…If he wishes to deliver a message. He'd best do it himself, and not disrespect me by Sending a Messenger…"
"Da has a Point…"
"Has anyone heard from Azar?"
"No." Red Beard Finally Spoke again. Rubbing his thumb against the other, clasping his hands in his lap.
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The Distinct, ticka-taka ticka-taka ticka taka, of a fan rotating and rattling from above gave ambience to the loud bar, the candlelight at each of the tables illuminating only those at the table amidst their conversation. Plates clattering, mugs hitting the wood
"Ah~" Setting the mug of Beer on the tabel, Azar leaned back in the booth at the far corner of the bar, furthest away from the crowds.
"So you sure about this?" The man known as Ablers. He had joined with Azar when Azar was just starting out in his first six months after Leaving Goa kingdom. He was an expert on things like Pirates and always kept an eye out in up and comers. Reveling in their stories like a fanatic. But it'd been months since he'd seen Azar ever since he went on his one man mission to find the man known as Blackbeard
"Yes. I'm sure. You asked me that too when I first left, and You really think that I'm going to change my mind Now?" He spoke leaning forward on the table.
"No…Not really." Alber said giving a sigh. He was a heftier man, who wore a simple flannel with a tank top exposed between the buttons. A Bandana wrapped around his face to hide it away. Something he never took off. The emblem of Azars jolly roger on the deep colored fabric. A skull with a Flaming set if Hair, Teeth smiling wide and open.
"Exactly."
Albers Sighed, Mascara and Eyeliner eyes relaxing.
"So what is it again you're here for?" Albers had come all the way here after Azar accepted his request to see him. Traveling off From Red Beards resource Islands that were in the area of the Island they were Currently on.
"Third table at the other Side. Man's name is Ancker…Apparently he's been in contact with a Man that fits Vanes Description…" Ancker was a Black Market Salesman that Dealt in Information of who was where, networks of people on islands that reported the movement of people in question. A 'He said, She said, that They Saw' Whoever or whatever. That Line of Communication continued until it reached an Ear that absorbed it. Then that Ear, Rather it was You needing something, or wanting to know where something was. Was sold to you at a Price…
And Azar had used this Info, to get This Mans name from another of his Profession. Hearing from them that a Man, large with tanned skin, and Locked hair with a Laugh that shook those around him, Had asked him about something or other.
"Then why don't we get closer so that you can-"
"Don't need to. I can hear them just fine from here." He Smirked Cockily just as His Brother did. Wrist relaxing and Pointing to the candle on the table in front of him.
Albers eyes Widened. Putting it together in his head.
Through the Use of the Mera Mera no Mi, Azar was capable of Manipulating every flame around him. And using that, he manipulated the flame at the Far end of the bar, to a miniscule extent, but it allowed him to literally hear what the Two said in front of the Flame as if he were right in front of them. Even Whispers weren't gone unheard by Azar.
"So far they've just been talking about recent Shipments. Something about movements in the North Blue…"
"And you've been listening this entire time we've been talking?"
Azar nodded.
"You really are Amazing Captain." Alber gave a weary smile, a hint of sadness beneath the mans voice.
But as Albers Complimented, Azar Raised another Finger to hush his friend. "Hold On, I think they're about to-"
Azar folded his Jacketed arms on the table, the hood that hid his identity hanging around his face as he focused his gaze down at the table to listen.
"I've got it!" Azar suddenly Looked up in excitement, his Hair Puffing into a Ball of Fire, Hood lowering as it did, Thankfully the outburst did not garner any unneeded eyes to him as he stood from the Booth and Rushed out of the bar, patting Albers on the Back as he did. "Nice Seeing you! See you again soon!" His words were rushed and trailed off as he pushed the bars gates open.