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After the song ended the crew returned to their daily activities. Abusing the people of this little port town, bedding the woman, and over taxing the struggling businesses. It was truly a gold mine for the singing pirates to use and abuse over and over again. "Ladies meet me in my chamber in five minutes!" The women showed discontent until two of his singing pirate amegos put guns up to the two women's heads. A small scream came from one of them until the gun was cocked, "I SAID IN MY CHAMBERS!!!"

Something Henrey hadn't sung about was the fact that Black Beard hated him, utterly rejected his original first mate at taking over villages like this was how he coped and felt better about his cowardliness and previous failures. But one thing Captain Sharp didn't know was that not only were two Pirate Lords on this island, but Navy spies were also investigating Sharp about his apparent victory over Clove. Captain Sharp also didn't know that all of his sins were about to be paid for right then and there, "MY MEN WILL SHOOT IF YOU DON'T HEAD TO MY...!!!"

Guns began to explode as apparent towns folk tossed off disguises and began to slaughter the singing pirate crew. "What's going on?" But it was too late for Sharp and his crew, sleep darts were shot into Iveth and Sharp, along with only a few of Sharps crew. A commanding general hollered to take the unconcious pirates to the Navy vessel hidden of the south coast. Sharp and Iveth were both taken away to the south out of the gun fire and slaughter. Soo they would be taken to ATLANTIS 9, the most heavily guarded UNDERWATER Navy Prison in the world, a jail of which no one has ever escaped.

Rro kept to the shadows as the Navy raided the island, "this is bad, Iveth is are best fighter..." He made his way back to the ship and approached his crew, "SET SAIL!!!" The men began to move fast, preparing the ship for the sea. The anchor was raised in record time, "GRIFFON, HIRO!! TOO THE DECK, NOW!!!" The ship slowly pushed off as the Captain stepped to the edge, "FIND ATHENS, ALERT HIM OF THE WAR!!!" Pulling out a pistol he aimed at the rope pully, "When you find him meet us at Sick Boy Bay.... I'm getting arrested!" The gun went off throwing Rogers into the sky, "HIRO IS TEMPERARY ACTING CAPTAIN!!!" Upon landing in a hay bail Navy soldiers pointed their guns at the Pirate Lord, and took him to the south beach. It was time to take a trip to Atlantis 9...

"N-nani!?" Hiro could only look on helplessly as his master was taken from him. "Sensei!" Hiro gripped the edge of the ship.

Why?! Why did Ro just do that!? Why would he name Hiro acting captain!? He didn't know how to lead! He didn't know how to do any of that!

But he had his orders.

Hiro stood up and turned to his crew. "Who know where Athens is? We find him now! Get Rogers back!" Hiro grabbed Griffon by the arm with a vice-like grip and whispered to him. "Help me!" he hissed. "I do not know how to be captain!"

Ortho had not been on the ship for very long, and already their captain was arrested. Ortho started to wonder if coming on the ship was such a good idea. He didn't even know what he was collecting, or if he would find it in any of their travels. And now Hiro was the new captain. ...Was that good or bad?

It also felt kind of degrading that Rro didn't even bother to call him up onto the deck. Okay, he was new and not that important to the crew yet, but still. Scrauser in general were usually very proud, and Ortho was no exception. Still, that was the last thing on his mind.

Eventually, he walked up to Hiro and Griffon and watched Hiro degenerate into a sissy. It was obvious he had never been captain before, and was unfit to lead. Of course, Ortho was no captain either, but he would at least TRY to be a man.

"Ortho, Ortho, Ortho, why did you throw your life away," he said to himself as he watched Hiro and Griffon.

Griffon paused, he had never lead a band of any sea fairing souls before, let alone pirates. "Listen up," he said to the equally confused crew, "Captain Rro was just captured. He named Hiro here as a stand in until we can get him back. He'll tell you to do your jobs and what Captain Rro said to have done. You'll all carry on doing what you're supposed to do to get us there. Understood?" Blank looks came from the crew. "List'n to the Cap' 'n get to work ye maggots!" He cried out. This was met with smiles and nods. Griffon sighed, looked at the crew, and muttered, "we're so screwed," as he went below decks to polish his sword.

The ship sailed for a few more days, the crew knew they were looking for Athens but didn't know where in the great big Open Blue to find him. One does not simply locate a pirate lord, and even if Athens was the kindest of the four lords, how on earth were they going to convince him to put his crew on the line and fight Thatch? The most powerful villain on the seas, Black Beard! These thoughts had begun to fester as a disease would, the crew doubting the venture they were on without a proper captain. When al of a sudden the crew began to holler and scream out that they found someone. A few survivors from Fireball Island were floating on the wreckage of a ship including their old ship wreck boss Icias! 'Get them aboard!' Men yelled, four unconcious children were brought aboard, the mayor of Fireball City; Flora Lotano, and one of the mothers of a child brought aboard.

Seven people saved and brought bellow. Over the next few days the children and mayor woke up. Then the mother of one of the kids, but Icias stayed gone, halfway between this world and the world of the dead. The crew stopped at a Pork farming island know as Port Porco and the mayor thanked them as all the guests got off. 'Pirates destroyed my home, I will always hate pirates for as long as I live... But to me and these children you folk aren't pirates,' the mayor smiled at Hiro and the crew, 'you are heros.'

As the crew was refueling on food and medicines on Port Porco Icias finally woke up to see Ortho sitting infront of him, "Black Beard!!! He comes for us!!!" The Polar Bearon was extremely confused by where he was and why it smelled like bacon. He looked over the Scrauser, "Doctor Ortho? I had no idea you were a Scrauser!" Being from the same island as the good doctor, he had been doing many transactions with him, check ups over the years, broken limbs from building ships all the time. His teeth formed a smile, "If your here that means I'm on Captain Rogers ship... Where is Rro?"

Ortho was a bit unsure of what to make of the familiar character. His memory wasn't the best, and he didn't remember Icias that well, but he played along for now.

"Yes, I'm a Scrauser," Ortho said with a smile. "And you are... a bear? But anyway, if the antidote I injected into you worked, you should be fine in only a matter of minutes."

It was then that he asked about Captain Rro. ...Or currently ex-captain right now. Ortho hadn't been a part of the crew for very long and already Rro had been arrested.

"Ah yes, Captain Rro," Ortho started. "He is... Ummm... he's gone right now. He... got arrested recently."

"I sir," Icias said angrily, "am no bear." This was not supposed to be comical, but seeing as how Ortho was recently insulted by pig comments and the group was on Port Porco, it was a bit ironic. "I am a Bearon from the north, and I..." He stopped after what Ortho said. Rro had gotten arrested? No half wit navy officer could take down that pirate lord, or any pirate lord for that matter unless they had an army at their backs. But if Captain Rogers was arrested by purpose of his own, why? "Did he say why he was leaving? Was someone else on the crew arrested??"

"Actually, some female pirate was also captured," Ortho said. "They said they wanted Hiro, our new captain, to lead us to a place called Atlantis Nine. Apparently Rro is being held there. ...Oh, and sorry about the bear comment."

Too be fair, it wasn't that ironic. Icias actually did look like a bear, so it was an easy mistake to make.

"No," Icias said shaking his head, "if we sail to Atlantis 9, we will surely be captured, it is the Navies greatest prison in the world!" Icias had known some great pirates who had been taken there, John Davy of the Submarine Pirates; 15 Million Bounty, and Cleo Patrick of the Fighting Pharaoh Pirates; 11 Million Bounty. These two had been the previous people in the Pirate Lord positions, Rro and Clove had taken their places and they had not been happy about that. If Rro met John Davy the Shark Man and Iveth ran into Cleo Sandstorm Patrick things would definitely go down in Atlantis 9. "Unless he doesn't want a rescue... Maybe he plans to break out?" No one had ever broken out of Atlantis 9, but with Rro's blood arts perhaps it could be possible, "I guess it is all up to your vice captain what we do next..."

Atlantis 9 had nine levels, and people were taken deeper under the sea for each level of their crimes. Rro had been taken to Hell Level Eight, and Iveth had been taken to Hell Level Four. Each Level had a different Theme for the misery of the inmates. The Top Level was Actually just offices for the Warden and Navy officers, as luck would have it the final Navy Admiral made her home their, Admiral Gran E. She was old, probably around her early eighties but she was a psychic and got her position because of her ability to use Telekinesis, read minds, and see into the future. The Warden however was no human. His name was OGR3 and he was a giant machine of steam and gears that patrolled the entire prison alone. The levels of Atlantis nine were as followed:

Level One: Entry Level- The place where all of the inmates go threw, it is heavily guarded and is home to Admiral Gran E. All Pirates get scanned here to make sure they have no weapons or booze before being taken to their level of Hell.

Level Two: Hell of Chains- Chains bind everyone, being so close to the top floor this keeps the inmates in total immobility. If they try to move the chains constrict. Navy officers are forced to feed the inmates here, but they only feed the polite criminals.

Level Three: Hell of Insanity- Each inmate here is crimminally insane. This is because anyone who tries to break out from any lower level is instantly going to have to walk through a mess of human crap and crazy people to get out. People who will most likely kill them.

Level Four: Hell of Heat- This is where the power for the prison comes from, the inmates are put to work shoveling hot coals into giant furnaces until their lungs give out. Not the best way to go out but at least they dont have to live a level bellow.

Level Five: Hell of Disease- On this level Navy scientists get to play god and mutate in mates. Exchanging diseases and seeing if new antidotes work for certain poisons. They are usually mutated after so much treatment that they are left alone after about a decade of cruel torcher.

Level Six: Hell of Monsters- Some of these monsters exist in the world, but most of them were failed experiments from the level above. No one is human on this level not anymore. The monsters eat the other monsters and the problems all sort themselves out.

Level Seven: Hell of Frost- Ice is everywhere in this hell, cold from the sea and ocean floor just bellow don't help either and the heat from the lower floors and floors above are perfectly placed so that no heat comes here at all. It is a place where people freeze to death every day, even in the summer time.

Level Eight: Hell of Darkness- This Level is for pirate Lords and bandit kings, placed almost at the bottom for the protection for the entire world. These people all have hidden powers such as Blood Arts, Sand Powers and other such things.

Level Nine: Hell of the Ogre- This floor is where Ogr3 lives, he can travel to any floor except the first floor, this floor is full of bodies and recently Henry Sharp, who was mouthing off to Admiral Gran, as punishment OGR3 was ordered to take him, and so he did. Sharp was kicking and screaming as he was dragged down every step to the pit of disrepair bellow. OGR3 is however the only one who has keys to each level apart from level one, if someone were going to break out they's need to journey all the way down before they were to journey all the way up again.

Rro looked around his dark cell and smiled at all the new sets of eyes that were fixed on him. The darkness was so great all he could see were the shimmer of peoples eyes as they stared him down, "So who is ready to escape?" He chuckled. There was no response, no laughter, no anything. a few eyes moved away from Rro and attempted to fixate on something else in the darkness, a single voice came out of the black, 'Rro Rogers? The voice was deep, very deep. Probably the deepest voice Rro had ever heard. 'You took my spot as pirate lord, I will kill you.' Rro was silent as another voice screeched like a harpy, 'Seen that clove anywhere darling Rro?' Rogers sighed, this wasn't gonna be easy...

Each inhale was more difficult than the last to the point where breathing seemed insufficient. The air was sweltering, but Iveth sought to neglect it, knowing that if she gave it attention it would somehow exhaust her. Already five people had lost their battle against the heat, dying of a heat stroke or dehydration. Everyone was panting, their breaths labouring as they heaved up the dark cold with wide shovels. At the very least it wasn't compacted with people which would add on to heat, perhaps brew up disease. Those who were there seemed to have been around for a while, their arms toned from constant shoveling and it was their only muse. This may be the life they accepted, but Iveth didn't plan on staying. Hell was the definite place for her in the afterlife, that was certain. Hell on Earth is a completely different matter. She may be presumed dead as a Pirate Lord but her life was far from over and she wasn't going to waste in this prison.

Her fingers were strewn through her hair as she attempted to brush it back from her face and all the while she analyzed her options. The prisoners were shoveling coal. Surely they weren't obliged to do it for nothing.. It had to be contributing to something. Given the circumstances she could only presume that it served for the prison itself. Perhaps if she got all the prisoners to stop... No. This prison was down pact, the guards could've dealt a similar situation before. She was certain of one thing. She'd need someone who spent the most number of years in this hell hole, who knew how things played out. Iveth was no cordial person but she'd have to probe around these prisoners until she learned how to appease them.

As far as she was aware only she had been captured. It could be possible that Rro had been to but she very much doubted it.

York had been a prince of a far off land, when he murdered his evil father to claim the throne his kingdom arrested him. This would have been the end of it, but when the absence of a leader began to brew chaos in the kingdom it opened the gate to a sick insanity that destroyed the capital city. In a rage they branded the late prince a war criminal on top of being a traitor and a murderer. They prepared to execute him when he escaped, after two or three years on the road he discovered that he was still being hunted by deranged assassins from his home land, the Far Horn. To escape them the rogue prince made a grave mistake, he took to the sea where he was immediately picked up by the navy. They gave him two options; be returned to his country for execution or be taken to Atlantis 9... and so here he stood.

The heat was indeed awful, but after almost a year in this sea prison the rogue prince had toned up a bit. He was twenty years of age, the youngest prisoner in the entire prison, but he got no special treatment. Beaten and burned like the rest of the prisoners he took it as every man and woman here did, with a stiff upper lip. But he had escaped prison once before, not as deep and dark as Atlantis 9, but when he saw Iveth tossed down here he knew he would escape. "Hey, you're a woman of the sea are you not?" He shoveled a heavy load of coal into the giant furnace and turned around, heading back to the large pile of black. Here the prisoners got no rest, if they collapsed from the heat they had until they came to, to rest. "If you are a pirate, we may be able to help each other out."

Back on the bottom floor Rro sat, his pointer fingers were on his temples and he was filling his eyes with blood and then clearing them. Filling them with blood, and clearing them, after a while his vision became altered slightly. He looked around in the black, now able to see a bit more he studied the area. But he was still at a dis advantage, a thick vapory fog surrounded each cell. This meant even with his altered vision he was still struggling to see anything through the shadows that had wrapped their fingers around each inmate and was holding their blind prisoner hostage in this prison of eternal night. John Davy's screaming was blocked out in Rro's head but he was still hollering about being the true tyrant of the West or something like that.

It was obvious that John was the most feared here, and this being the deepest darkest corner of the worst prison on earth, he was truly a fear to be reckoned with. "Sharks love blood, why do you insist on harassing me Davy?" The cage down the hall where the Goliath holding a deep voice in his throat bellowed his response, 'you are no pirate lord, I have waited seven years to tell you that Rogers, you are no prince of piracy!' Rro figured the yelling would continue but a large door opened shedding a small amount of light in causing Rro to close his eyes needing to re adjust them back to normal. Everyone's voice stopped including Davy's as OGR3 slammed the metal door behind him and made his was through the halls.

"Him again?" Rro whispered as the iron giant stomped past the rows of cells carrying yet another body, another member of of the prison. Dragging the lifeless body creating a trail of blood behind him, but that isn't what Rro noticed about this larger then life metal warden. A set of key's jingled around OGR3's neck, "I'll need to get those if I want to escape..." Rro was being quiet, just learning as much as he could about the warden. He would have to kill him or at least battle him to get the keys to be able to escape. Rro wondered what floor Iveth was on, that would be step two after get the keys, this was sure shaping up to be an adventurous day.

Iveth found it odd that someone had beaten her to conversation, and the second the man began to question her she quickly grew wary. How did she know that he wasn't some guard pretending to be a prisoner to call out the few who intended to escape? The thought subsided as she glanced to the burn marks on his skin, some new, some old but branded there for life. Even if he wasn't under cover he'd be no help as a novice to this prison although she was one herself, but she was a Pirate Lord. It was different. For now she'd cope with him though he appeared a tad young and she hoped his adolescence wouldn't bring whatever plans they may formulate to ruins. Other than that... this just might work.

Before she could open her mouth to respond she was tossed a coal stained and rusted shovel. She'd caught it but quickly dropped it as it was so hot it burned her hand and she already knew blisters would form. "Yes, I am," she sighed, quickly being reminded of how suffocating the air was. "May," she singled out as she gave him a hard stare, "it depends on how long you've been here.." Quickly she dipped down to pick up the shovel, but upon closer inspection her hand wasn't quite touching it. Yes, it appeared like she was grasping it, her fingers wrapped around it and all, yet the handle of the shovel didn't touch her skin. It was merely hovering in the hook of her hand. Already she knew shoveling coal would be no real labour for her.

"Your a special one aren't you," he asked, "I've heard rumors of those blessed by the gods of the seas with strange and powerful gifts." He watched her shoveling with only the power of her mind as if she were using telekinesis, this reminded him of the Admiral who he met with upon being brought here. Since he was a special case she had interviewed him personally before he was sentenced to life down here. Admiral Gran E. was in charge of the prison and was the only one Warden Ogr3 responded to. "You know the Admiral here has that same power as you I believe," York said.

He continued to shove and looked around, being the youngest he was looked at as less of a threat for some reason, so he often found opportunities to slip out of his cell at night and scope around, or get on the guards good sides. But now it was time to break out. The Admiral had heard of his recent break outs of his cell and had advised that he be moved down a level. That would mean being the test subject of scientists in the Hell of Disease. They'd make him a monster and banish him to the Hell of Monsters eventually. "I've been here just about a year, eleven and a half months to be exact." Rams dropped another load of coal in the furnace. "The key to this will be start a riot and make our way up!"

Surely if Clove had telekinesis she certainly wouldn't have ended up in Alantis 9. Instead she was endowed with galvanism/voltaism, the ability to manipulate electricity on both high or low levels. With the shovel she was using electromagnetism, the steady current in her skin keeping the handle in a certain range. She was surprised to hear there was another with the same ability, or perhaps they were just similar. "Does she?" Iveth mused, disliking the thought. "If that's true, she and I will have a bit of a feud," she grumbled out while her eyes once again surveyed the vicinity. It would take some grit to get out of this prison. Either they try their best or the don't try at all since she was aware that this prison wouldn't settle for anything in between.

She supposed a year was acceptable though she would have rather taken someone with two years. "Have they had riots before?" if this was just another riot then it'd be no good, however is she were to rid of all the power in the prison that'd possibly make it an easier escape. It'd be a nightmare though.. all the prisoners running around in the dark. "How quick do you think they'll be able to restrain it? This is only one floor.. That'll be easy for them to get things back into order, but starting a riot on the other floors too may be better."

Rams tilted his head to the side and noticed the electrical energy, "oh my mistake, the Admiral has psychic powers not electrical ones." He found it very hope inspiring that she could hold the shovel without holding it. "The Admiral here can use telekinesis, she can also read minds... She's an old hag, but one hell of a devil." Admiral Gran fit well in this prison though she hardly involved herself in the matters of Riots and other such things regarding the lower scum. She only sat up there incase someone from hell level eight got out. Rams looked around, "your right, we do need to get the other levels to riot." But there was a problem with that. There were only two sets of keys to each level, one sat up in the Admirals office and the other hung around Ogr3's neck.

"The doors only open once a week. Even the guards are trapped here until Ogr3 returns." If they were gonna break out they would need to get the ones from Ogr3, but how? "In about four days the metal giant will return to this floor, spend a few hours here then head up to the next level." Hypotheticly, you could sneak along behind Ogr3 but the prisoners on the hell level of Insanity were taught that the people bellow were naughty and so if they saw any coming and reported it they'd get rewarded with candies of sorts. No stealth escape attempt had ever made it past hell level three because of that. "The key to this is going lower, before we go up..."

In being informed about Admiral Gran Iveth inwardly scowled and glared at the ground as she thought. For someone so secretive Admiral Gran was not someone she'd like to encounter. Not in the least. The fact that she had to be an old hag added to her loathing, but if her age was true to her the old woman couldn't afford combat physically at least. After doing things with her mind for so long Iveth presumed that Gran adroit and deft in the whole telekinesis thing.. Breaking out seemed much less of a problem compared to her. Maybe there was a way they could get around her.

Iveth listened, her eyes planted on the coal though she wasn't necessarily looking at it. It came to her attention that she didn't even know what day of the week it was until the man set out the days they'd have to wait until Ogr3 finally made his presence. A smile nearly met her lips when she heard him say metal giant. If Ogr3 was a machine then it could be reprogrammed. Electromagnetic waves could get messages to it if verbal commands couldn't, but even so it was much more in depth than that. Perhaps the walls blocked frequencies, or maybe they could detect peculiar activity regarding their radio systems and such.. Either way she already felt at advantage, that is if Ogr3 could be taken advantage of. She was beginning to conceive the idea of killing all of the guards until Ogr3 came about and it would be then that she could manipulate the machine. "I'll see what I can do with Org3 when it gets here.. Are any of the guards able to communicate outside of this floor? If they don't then we can kill them. Which floor is below us?"

"No one can control the gear like robot, you may have an easier time fighting him with your abilities but control will be a bit of a stretch," Rams said. The boy then pointed to the guard office in front guarding the middle stairs, "they have pipes that can communicate with only the floor directly above or below." He sighed, "if we Attack the guys above us they'll alert those above and bellow and we'll be cornered. If only you had someone bellow or above us who could help, who we could send a message to." That would make things easier, if they could write a note and slip it on a prisoner, and beg that guy for his help they could probably get a message to Rro.

"The way communication works it that if you want to send a message some someone on a lower level we would need a sacrafic." York continued by saying, "give a prisoner a note and have him be taken by Ogr3! Then they can drop it infront of the cell that you need them to." The bad part about this plan is that the person would later be brutally killed by Ogr3 on the bottom level. But if it was for an escape, York was willing to sacrifice one of the older prisoners. Maybe convince one someone to give up their life, take something to someone once they broke out of Atlantis 9. "It's risky for sure but worth it if we get out of this watery hell hole."