Life on Little Garden wasn't bad, but Morrow was starting to get bored with the whole affair. He had left East Blue early in hopes of finding excitement, but barely 2 weeks in he was stuck on an island for a year. It reminded him of getting hyped up for a movie release back on Earth only for the producer go "My bad" and push it back until next year.

The only consolation was that it wasn't a useless trip. Morrow had learned some common knowledge about the Grand Line as well as an introduction to both observation and armament haki during his time stuck. His sense could extend up to a mile, and while the beasts here were somewhat lacking they fully confirmed the precog functions of observation. Armament came somewhat less naturally, but he could still harden a limb or his weapon no problem. Whether his current proficiecy would work against a logia he had no idea though.

Morrow looked out at his boat, which he had pushed up on to the beach for a last minute inspection and maintenance. The caulking was still holding watertight, but he renewed it just in case. He also had the accumulated salt thoroughly scrubbed off until the boat's hull looked practically new. His simple Jolly Roger flew high on the mast, a silver skull and tridents for crossbones on a black canvas. It was something he had promised to create, but he had kept putting it off for some reason or another until now.

Job well done.

He pushed the boat back into the cove and re-anchored it, before heading off to check his homebrew. This would be the last batch since he figured he had about a week before the log pose finally settled. All that was left were some goodbyes and a last party.

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Huh? Someone is near my wine stash?

As Morrow walked through the jungle he picked up a special aura during a habitual sweep that was part of his training. It was close to his temporary camp where he left the wine to ferment, but normally he would have ignored it since the dinosaurs went by there all the time. What brought his attention was when he focused on it the contour seemed almost human in his mind.

Baroque Works? or someone else? It seems a bit too early for the Straw Hats.

Regardless of who it was, if they dared to move his stuff then they should be ready for a beating. The current batch was his magnum opus in amateur moonshining, and it had taken most of the year to get the proportions for the recipe right. Once Morrow realized his precious brew was at stake, he threw off his good mood and rushed in the direction of his camp.

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I better get a good explanation or someone is getting fed to the fish.

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Morrow wasn't someone generally used to getting angry, but when he made it to camp and saw some asshole sitting on a log helping himself to a barrel of his stuff, he immediately dropped any pretense of being a gentleman. He didn't need or want an explanation when everything seemed so self-evident.

His thief was a flamboyant bastard with a ridiculous hairdo that he idly recognized as the so-called "Mr. 3", but by that point his fist was already well on it's way to impacting his face. The now-identified Mr. 3 did a few cartwheels in the air before rolling to a stop by impacting a tree. He started foaming at the mouth, but Morrow payed him no mind as his head was full of thoughts of his poor wine.

He picked up the barrel Mr.3 had been drawing from and swished it around a little.

Phew, there's still more than half. The other barrels look unopened as well. At least the bastard had the decency to not put it to his mouth and use a glass.

He put down the barrel before turning his attention to the now-unconscious Mr. 3. Morrow could figure out a good half of why he was here, but he was still pissed.

I should just toss him into the sea. That would save Dorry and Brogy some trouble while I'm at it.

Deciding that sounded like a good idea, he first dragged his prisoner to the beach for some interrogation first. It could be troublesome if he woke up and used his devil fruit, so Morrow planned on some old-fashioned waterboarding style using the sea.

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"If you try to use your powers, you get dunked in the sea. If I think you are lying, you get dunked in the sea. If you take too long to answer, you get dunked in the sea. Comprehend?"

"You lunatic! I am a Baroque Works' officer. Do you---"

*Some dunking later*

"Comprehend?"

"....yes"

"What are you doing here? and what made you think it was a good idea to mess with my stash?"

"This is my hideout! Like I knew anybody owned that wine, it wasn't even high quality!"

Did you think it came out of thin air? You are awfully rude for a thief.

"Well it should be obvious now, but that's my stuff. You ruined a chunk of my weeks of effort, so I'm a little angry."

*Dunks some more*

"What? I didn't even do anything!"

"That one was just venting, don't mind it"

"I mind!"

5 minutes later he had the whole affair. It wasn't significantly different than expected. Mr. 3 claimed to be here chasing a traitor to his organization (Vivi) and some pirates that were expected to arrive in a week, but didn't mention his partner or other agents though Morrow knew about them already and could fill in the story. Now he was left with a once-again unconscious Mr. 3 and a lot of thoughts.

Now what?