The night air is thick with anticipation, the sea whispering secrets that only the wind can hear. The 'Sea Serpent' looms ahead, its silhouette a dark, foreboding shape against the moonlit waves. The vessel's presence is a constant reminder of the danger that lies ahead, but also of the potential treasure that awaits.
Fugaku steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation. Fugaku steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation. His Sharingan swirls with a malevolent intensity, the usual calm demeanor of the night now replaced by a tangible aura of menace. He looks at the 'Sea Serpent', his expression unreadable. "A ship with minimal guards, you say," he mutters, his voice like a blade cutting through the night. "That won't be a problem." Mikoto also opens her sharingan, trying to gauge the strength and number of guards in the 'Sea Serpent' Mikoto's eyes narrow as she activates her Sharingan, the red and black spirals of her Mangekyou Sharingan spinning rapidly as she tries to gauge the strength and number of guards on the 'Sea Serpent'. The moonlight glints off the swirling patterns, creating a mesmerizing effect that contrasts sharply with the cold calculation in her eyes.
Through her Sharingan, she sees the vessel in greater detail. The guards, though few, are formidable. They are well-armed and alert, their movements precise and calculated. The crew of the 'Sea Serpent' is disciplined, each member knowing their role and executing it with deadly efficiency. Mikoto's Sharingan catches glimpses of the ship's layout, noting the strategic placement of cannons and the guards' positions.
She shifts her focus to the bridge, where Captain Reda stands, his eyes scanning the horizon with a predatory intensity. "What the strength of the guards?", I ask her.
Mikoto's Sharingan continues to spin, her gaze unwavering as she focuses on the guards. "At least a dozen," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the wind. "They're not just any guards, either. They're seasoned, well-trained, and armed to the teeth." She pauses, her eyes flicking to the cannons mounted along the ship's deck. "And they're not just for show."
"Okay here is the plan", I explain "I will sneak into Captain Reda's ship as a Mercenary, Fugaku, you leak news about the map to Polar bears pirates", Mikoto's eyebrow shoots up, "The Polar bear Pirates, are you mad! Do you want the treasure or give it away." Her chest heaves as she finishes the sentence, her face flushed in anger.
"Don't worry Mikoto, The Captain of the of the Polar bear Pirate, Captain Rick Bear, is a greedy fellow, if he knows about this, he will foolishly charge Captain Reda once the 'Sea Serpent' leaves Loguetown", He calmes her down. Mikoto's eyes twinkle on the implication, "But we need to weaken the crew, the Polar Bear pirates are only 20, which is far less than the guards of Sea Serpent". "Leave it to me", I say.
Mikoto nods slowly, her Sharingan still active. "It's a risk, but it's the best chance we have," she says, her voice firm but cautious. The moonlight casts a silver glow on the dock, illuminating the tense faces of your companions. The 'Sea Serpent' seems to pulse with a malevolent energy, its presence a constant reminder of the perilous journey ahead.
Fugaku steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation. "We'll need to be precise," he says, his voice low and measured. "One misstep, and we'll be caught in a web of our own making."