30 Barbecue!!!

Fawkes stood humming at the front of the prow, a pure white apron hanging over his obsidian coat. A happy expression shone on his old-ish face as a sweat smile shone with a peaceful happiness.

Infront of him stood a three legged barbecue stand with aromatic smoke flying into the sky, pieces of meat lay sizzling on the grill as a separate grill held steaming seasoned vegetables. In the background sounds of obscene levels of happiness could be heard, his fellow crewmembers whooping at the upcoming feast that they would be having as the ship moved on peacefully in the merry sea breeze.

"Hey, hey, Sorren, we're having barbecue!!" Lore said in a voice dripping with happiness, "Boss!! I am so happy that you took me from that wretched island, they never gave me any food!!" Sorren replied as water leaked from both his eyes and mouth.

"Damnit fatty! You're leaking all over my vintage outfit!" Lorean scolded playfully as he forcefully pried off the overweight boy, and straightened his wrinkled and wet sleeve. "Damn, you bastards! Stop thanking yourselves, its pissing off this master chef!" Fawkes shouted as he scowled at them, "One more word from you, and no more barbecue, I'll throw this all into the sea!" Fawkes threatened, now quite sick of the duo constant banter.

The results of these words were instant, Lore immediately stiffened looking away and whistling innocently while Sorren immediately scrunched his face in fear, barely breathing in an effort to lessen the noise that he emitted.

The sea gulls screamed on noisily as they flew in the sky, some even going as far as to what could only be cat-calling the apron-ed chef in an attempt to gain his attention, 'an act that can only ever be inspired by the unforgivable sin of gluttony! What beasts!!' Lorean thought as he mentally denounced the poor basal creatures.

"Big bro Fawkes, how much longer????" Sorren exclaimed seeming very much akin to a man who had been deprived of his chance to visit the washroom for an extended period of time. "Wait a little my dear little glutton." Fawkes replied as he overturned the strips of meat, whose undersides had by now attained a golden texture.

"If ever we have problems recruiting someone, I'll have to leave it to you Fawkes." Lore suddenly announced as he waited patiently for his food. "Where did this come from all of a sudden?" Fawkes asked surprise dripping from his voice. "Yes, it shall be your job, O' wise and noble first mate, for then, then, you may awaken them as demons of Gluttony!!" Lore announced solemnly as a wise glint appeared in his blue eyes.

A loud bang sounded as he collapsed, injured by the hurtful spike of his enraged cook, a big bump forming on his head glowing painfully in the dying sunlight. Fawkes stared threateningly at him, a metal Haki infused spoon in his hand glinting eerily.

He looked closely at the food, before nodding happily and pulling out two plates, he hummed happily as he arranged the neatly barbecued strips of meat, before wrapping the seasoned vegetables with it and adding in a small cup of sauce that had been personally made prior. He garnished the entire dish with a few leaves before good naturedly handing it over to his crewmates with a light "Enjoy".

A satisfied look appeared on Lorean's face as he relished his food, cleaning the plate up almost instantly before he licked his plate clean. "Surprising.." he muttered to himself as he licked his lips. "Hey, Fawkes what did you do to this food?" he asked curiously. "Oh, that! you noticed I see.." Fawkes replied.

"Well, who wouldn't, I mean there is no way in hell that I could be satisfied with just one plate. But surprisingly, I am!" Lorean replied. "It is an ancient cooking technique, passed down in a small family I had been introduced to, they practiced a method to pack all the nutrients in a particular ingredients body into one small slice, that is what I used! Otherwise there could be no way to satisfy this glutton.." he said as he fired an accusatory glare at Sorren.

Sorren looked back, a wounded look appeared on his face for a brief amount of time, before he promptly went back to savoring the sweat dishes that his offender had given him.

"Ok! Those who've finished eating come help me repaint the ship!! We can't have ourselves looking like those despicable marines, now can we?" Lorean roared as he clapped his hand.

It was time to refurnish their ship!

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Garp was pissed, very pissed infact. Deep breaths shook his person as he listened to the report that was being offered to him by a marine survivor. "...A demon I tell you!!" the soldier shrieked hysterically.

Garp motioned for the man to be taken away, though he hadn't been able to witness the actual battle waking up to a severed head and piles of limbs could cause anyone to lose their calm, let alone a young man from North Blue who had never experienced the harsh cruelty if the Grand line.

"Sir!" a soldier from his fleet saluted, "We have received information on how these people looked! They are the same people identified with the Doflamingo incident!" The soldier announced, before taking a deep breath, "All of them seem to have mastered Haki of some kind, with atleast one Conqueror's Haki user! One ship seems to be missing, assumed to be the target of the pirates from the words of one of them when they barged in. The vaults have been emptied. Most of the Marines are alive, except those who were brought over by Rear Admiral Onigumo from his previous assigned location. The Rear Admiral himself has passed away, all of his limbs torn and his head decapitated. Awaiting Further orders!" he said as he finished his report.

"Get me Sengoku..." Garp said deeply as he pinched the top of his nose, he had work to do and a man to cuss at, he would not hold back.........….HaJHHa