A day passed. Sapphire's Fury had finally reached the harbor of loguetown. But unlike before, it felt like a war zone rather than home for Drakon. He told the rest of the crew to go do their stuff and regroup in a hour.
Ann told Ballon to go back and forth monitoring everyone from the sky just incase. Ann and Ella went to the store to buy new clothes, with the money Drakon had since he didn't buy a the ship, he decided to let the gang each take a amount for themselves. After that they went to buy food.
Léon went to buy medicine for the road, as well as some alcohol for the road.
Drakon, keeping his presence hidden went to the Masterson's house to see the father and daughter. Upon reaching it, he took a heavy sigh before knocking on the door. A few seconds later he heard "come in" from a familiar voice.
Upon opening the door, his gaze looked with Daddy Masterson. Drakon's eyes met Daddy Masterson's, and a warm smile spread across his face. It had been a month since they'd last seen each other, and the affection was palpable. Daddy Masterson's expression mirrored Drakon's, and he rose from his chair, embracing Drakon in a tight hug.
"It's been too long, Kiddo" Daddy Masterson exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth. "We've missed you around here."
Drakon returned the hug, feeling a sense of comfort and belonging. "I've missed you guys too," he said, his voice muffled against Daddy Masterson's shoulder. As they pulled back, Drakon's gaze drifted to the side, searching for Carol. His eyes landed on her, and his face lit up with a smile. Carol's eyes sparkled as she rushed into his arms, nearly knocking him over with her enthusiasm.
"Drakon! You're finally back!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Drakon laughed, hugging her tightly. "I've missed you so much, Carol. How's my favorite girl doing?"
Carol pulled back, her face beaming with pride. "I've been working on some new pieces! You have to see them!"
As they spent the next hour catching up, Drakon felt a sense of peace wash over him. Being with the Mastersons felt like coming home, and he was grateful for their love and support. As the hour passed, it was finally time to head out again. Drakon looked at the two one more time before saying his final goodbye.
Just as he was about to exit. Carol shouted for him to wait, she rushed back to her room amd brought back a large black cloth. "Drakon, I know you're not a bad person. So I don't care what anyone says. I made you this(hands over the Jolly Roger.)
If you ever feel lonely or miss home, just look at this and remember that we're always chearing you on." Drakon's eyes widened as he took the Jolly Roger from Carol, his heart swelling with emotion. The flag was handmade, with intricate stitches and a design that reflected his personality. He could see the care and thoughtfulness that Carol had put into it, and it touched him deeply.
"Carol, it's... beautiful," Drakon said, his voice choked with emotion. He looked up at Carol, seeing the tears welling up in her eyes.
Carol's face crumpled, and she began to cry, her small body shaking with sobs. "I-I just don't want anything to happen to you, Drakon," she said, her voice trembling. "You're always going on adventures and fighting, it was bad enough fighting pirates but now the Marines too. Just stay safe".
Drakon pulled Carol into a tight hug, holding her close as she cried. "Shh, it's okay, Carol," he whispered. "I'll be fine. I promise to always come back to you whenever I'm in the east blue ." Daddy Masterson walked over to them, his eyes misty with emotion. "We're proud of you, Drakon," he said, his voice low and gentle. "No matter what path you choose, we'll always be here for you."
Drakon smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the Mastersons. He knew that he could always count on them, and he would do the same for them.
Drakon's footsteps echoed through the quiet streets of Loguetown as he walked, lost in thought. The encounter with the Mastersons still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of warmth and comfort that came with being around people he cared about.
As he turned a corner, he suddenly found himself face-to-face with a young Marine, his eyes locking onto Drakon's with an unmistakable intensity. Drakon's instincts kicked in, and he immediately recognized the Marine as someone who might be trouble. The Marine, Grount, stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he took in Drakon's appearance. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of a smirk played on his lips.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't sea Blade Drakon," Grount said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the legend in these parts."
Drakon raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral. "And you are...?"
"All-hunt Grount, a Marine Captain," he replied, his chest puffing out slightly with pride. "And you're coming with me."
Drakon chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "I don't think so."
The air was thick with tension as the two men stood there, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. It was clear that this encounter was far from over. Grount's smirk grew wider, and he took a step closer to Drakon. "You think you're funny, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, Drakon. You're not as clever as you think you are. You're a pirate, and pirates get caught. It's just a matter of time."
Drakon's expression remained neutral, but his eyes flashed with amusement. "I'm shaking in my boots," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Grount's face reddened, and he took another step closer to Drakon. "You should be," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Because of you, I've been dying if boredom for weeks her. To finally see you here, it'slike the heavens finally amswered my prayers."
Drakon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Look, I'min a good mood today. So I'd adviceyou to fuck off."
Grount sneered. "I don't like your attitude." Grount's eyes narrowed, and he took another step closer to Drakon. "I hate pirates who think they'reabove the law," he said, his voice cold. "You're coming with me, one way or another."
The tension between them was palpable, and it seemed like things were about to escalate quickly.
Drakon's eyes locked onto Grount's, the tension between them crackling like electricity. Without warning, Drakon's foot snapped out, kicking up a bottle from the ground. The bottle shot straight towards Grount's face, but the Marine Captain was quicker than he looked. With a swift motion, Grount raised his hand, and his fingers closed around the bottle just inches from his face.
Grount's eyes flashed with anger as he used his left hand to grab Drakon's ankle, twisting it sharply. Drakon stumbled, his balance compromised, but he quickly regained his footing. Grount took advantage of the momentary lapse, charging towards Drakon with a fierce cry.
Drakon sidestepped Grount's attack, but the Marine Captain was relentless, his left hand swiping at Drakon's face with deadly precision. Drakon dodged and weaved, his movements fluid and calculated, but Grount's attacks were swift and precise.
The two combatants clashed, their movements a blur of fists and feet. The air was filled with the sound of grunts and punches, the fight intense and chaotic. Drakon's eyes narrowed, his focus solely on taking down Grount. But the Marine Captain was no pushover, and he fought back with every ounce of strength he had.
Drakon landed a solid kick to Grount's stomach, but the Marine Captain barely flinched, his eyes blazing with determination. Grount retaliated with a flurry of punches, each one aimed at Drakon's face. Drakon blocked and parried, his movements lightning-fast, but Grount's attacks were relentless.
As the fight continued, the streets around them began to clear, people scurrying for safety as the two combatants clashed. The sound of shattering glass and crunching metal filled the air, the destruction a testament to the intensity of the battle.
Ballon seeing this, quickly flew back to Ann and the rest of the crew on the ship. They saw how stressed he looked and decided to follow where he was leading them.
On the other side, Zappa, Glove and Bonham started running towards the area the people where fleeing from. They thought Grount had lost control of his Devil fruit like before.
Meanwhile.
Drakon landed a solid punch to Grount's jaw, sending him stumbling back. But Grount quickly regained his footing, his eyes flashing with anger. With a swift motion, he drew his daggers, the blades glinting in the sunlight.
Drakon's eyes widened, and he took a step back, and put up one of his fist. The air was electric with tension as the two combatants faced off.
"You think two little daggers are going to take me down?" Drakon sneered, his eyes flashing with confidence. "Bring it on, marine."
Grount smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "We'll see about that," he said, charging forward with a swift strike