Leroy just smiled. He knew that his crew were actively in danger every moment of their lives out on the sea. That was just the nature of Leroy seeking to become King of the pirates, and just how each of their Dreams would go. Every one of them had some sort of dream that they'd have to chase to achieve. And there was no better man to do that with than Leroy.

Suddenly, a hit impacted his sternum! Right where he'd been hit before. Bellamy felt different this time as Leroy's fist impacted his flesh. The punch wasn't anywhere close to being the Pirate Captains full force. But it was nothing to scoff at...

But He could tell that Bellamy Had gotten stronger. The powerful strike caused Captain Bellamy to be sent skidding across the street! Cracking the Paved sand street! "Captain Bellamy!" Screamed one of the petty officers gripping their standard issue flintlock rifle. "Shit!" Adeline said as she clicked, and screamed into the other end. A Mustache on the 'Face' of the snail creature. Having reflected it's owner on the other end.

The sheer force of the Punch would've killed any other marine. And not just killed. It would almost vaporize them like being hit by the shell of a tank, or an explosion from a grenade. Even though Leroy was holding back, the fact he stood to his feet moments later, raising a hand to stop the marines from advancing, was a surprise.

Leroy walked into the middle of the street, his eyes watching Bellamy. "I need to find that Hornigold guy for sending a bounty hunter after me. Thats why I'm here." He said bluntly about the Situation between him and The Royal Marshal Privateer that Bellamy was also here to observe.

"Why the fuck..." Braemar began "Would a Marshal have interest in a pipsqueak like you?" Braemar was having trouble breathing by this point. He attempted to stand to his feet, and tossed his sword to the side. He needed more training. Marine Basic training wasn't the greatest. It was the bare minimum depending on where you were stations. Shoot, Workout, Salute to Authority, and basic sparing with Batons, Jack knifes, and Swords. Knives and Close quarters was always where he shined!

With a yell, Braemar scampered back to his feet hand gripping a handful of Sand and running towards the captain! Throwing the dust into a plume to blind the Captain! A dirty trick!

As the dust came flying up in a plume of debris, the Captain flinched his eyes for a moment as he brought his arm up to block the rest of it. But in that short span of time, Bellamy's strike forward was already in midair! Leroy's sandals skidded across the dirt as he reeled himself backward! Bellamy was fast! Much faster than he was before! But Leroy had the sense in him to be able to defend himself with his own impressive speed! With a duck downwards, his hands pressed against the grainy sand of the street Leroy whipped his leg back and out and in front of him!

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"Gomu Gomu no...SLING!" The Elongated and whip-like limb was enough to slam into the side of the Marine captain and impact the side of his torso! Its speed granted the attack to have an audible crack as it broke wind and sound around its impact! It'd cause Bellamy to be sent skidding backward some distance! With his Leg snapping back into place he stayed squatted. A small trickle of sweat coming down his face for just a moment when suddenly...

A Spear impacted into the ground! It was long and golden, it split Leroy and Braemar from one another! The former was hit hard. And was now against the sand utterly unconscious, bleeding from his mouth, Adeline at his side. Maybe he'll retire after today.

"Cease! Falcon D. Leroy! You're under arrest!" A tall man sauntered through the crowd of marines. A tall man that stood at around 6 ft 8, broad shoulders but rather lanky. He wore a sailor's cap on his head which he took off and quickly gave a run through his sweaty mess of hair before putting the cat back on the cool air moving across the scalp.

He wore a coat which looked to not be the standard issue Marine jacket, instead it seemed to be the long knee length duster that some Fishers or a sailor would wear. He left it on button to reveal the stark white and blue colored shirt underneath that was indicative of his status as a Marine. His hand fished around and his dark blue jacket he pulled out a small box of cigarettes. A pale white box that was crumpled from extensive common use, across the front was a red emblem with a long fish displayed inside of the red circle as an icon or mascot. The words ' lucky pikes' was splayed across the front. *A common cigarette brand. it was started in the South Blue before moving to the West.

The man gave a firm slap to the bottom of the package and a singular rolled piece of tobacco popped out, the man then took the cigarette in his mouth and slipped the package back into his coat and replaced it with a lighter where he then swiftly cracked open his pipe lighter and lit the tobacco.

This was Louis Garrick.

"Oh great. Another one..." Leroy said as he gestured his hand to the Marine in front of him. "Give of easy son. Don't need you causing more paper work than you've already caused." The Man snapped his fingers, and the spear disappeared! And then reappeared in his hand! This action made the Captain squint.

"Already taken down one Marine. Why not another?" Leroy shuffled his feet into the ground before Launching forward again! He slung a punch, but! It was effortlessly dodged, and then a spear appeared in his hand! The same from before! Leroy was barely able to avoid the swipe as he flipped backwards! 'Shit! This guys way faster than the other guy...'