At the harbor, Robin moved quickly, no time to waste. She'd gathered a few essentials—her coat for the cold, some food, water, and a map. With everything packed into a small bag, she spotted the small boat she'd "borrowed." It wasn't much but it would get her to Drum Island. She untied the rope of the ship, setting sail into the quiet night.
The wind was light, the sea calm, and Robin's thoughts drifted briefly to the crew—her friends, scattered somewhere in the past. She had to believe they were still alive, somehow.
As the boat drifted farther, a nagging feeling crept over her. She'd been careful to stay hidden, but something told her she wasn't alone.
"Come out," Robin said quietly, her voice cutting through the stillness. "I know you've been following me."
Miss Monday and Mr. 8 emerged from the shadows, their footsteps barely audible as they stepped from behind the stacked barrels. "Quite observant, aren't we, Miss All Sunday?" Miss Monday said with a grin, cracking her knuckles.
"Don't get too cocky, Miss All Sunday," Mr. 8 added, stepping forward. "We've been following you for a while
Robin's eyes narrowed, but her expression stayed unreadable. She knew exactly what they were after: information and leverage.
"you're under arrest, miss All Sunday," Mr. 8 said, pulling out a gun. "We're taking you now."
Without hesitation, they attacked. Miss Monday's fists swung toward Robin, while Mr. 8 fired shots at her. Robin danced effortlessly out of the way, her hands moving in practiced precision. She allowed them to get closer.
"Six Fleur," Robin murmured.
Six of her arms shot out, catching Miss Monday's fist and wrenching it behind her back. At the same time, Robin's arms wrapped around Mr. 8, pinning him to the ground before he could fire again.
But Robin wasn't done.
"Octo Fleur."
Eight arms materialized, wrapping around their necks and squeezing just enough to cut off their air. They struggled, but Robin's grip was firm. She watched as they grew weaker, gasping for breath.
"You'll be fine," Robin murmured. "I'm not going to kill you... but you won't be a problem anymore."
The two bounty hunters flailed weakly before going limp in her arms. Robin released them, letting their unconscious forms collapse onto the deck.
She took a breath, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Sorry, but this can't be helped."