129 Re-dispatch

Shanks groaned as he walked through the raging winds, at some point over their otherwise easy voyage, thick and strong storm clouds had begun to gather overhead raging into a dreadful storm.

"Damnit, those bastards started without me!" He roared out, before lazily slashing his sword through a ship high wave that had been threatening to overwhelm them. With a dull rumble of rebellion the mass of unquenched sea rage split through the middle thudding to the side.

"Hard to Port!" His first mate roared all of a sudden as he proceeded to clench hard at the tightening rope.

A massive iceberg popped over the sea, almost stabbing through the ship's hull in the process of surfacing.

Evidently Ben had been paying attention to the situations around with his Observation Haki, for with a mighty roar the ship bent to the side, the mast twisting mournfully at the sudden and violent turn, the winds still urging it on.

A shrieking scraping noise echoed out as the ship's side grazed the icy monolith, before righting itself gradually as the smirking first mate began to loosen his hold.

The sky still colored a pale and deathly blue with fist sized hale flying meteorically down. The strong winds carried them off, each as dangerous as a bullet from a cocked pistol by the time they landed on deck. Yet, the wood stood strong, quite literally bouncing off the pelting projectiles.

Shanks smiled leisurely his hands still casually holding the sword at his side, fingering the hilt expectantly.

His Haki began to slowly flow out, at first casual and barely present, then the winds began to pick up as an unruly and rebellious aura began to accompany it.

His Haki was one of mischief, not like Whitebeard's enshrouding protectiveness, like Kaido's mad domination nor Linlin's destructive childishness. His was more casual then the former two and more calm than the latter.

The winds swept apart as the waves cowed, then with a mighty and unheard roar the Conqueror's Haki enveloped the ship raggedly scaring away all that were within proximity. Shanks could only maintain this for a while, before his Haki and will would be spent. Of the top tier figures that he had just mentioned, he had the most control of the mysterious force, and yet he would readily admit that he had no control at all.

The clouds bayed above, the winds roared, yet for the moment the ship was untouchable.

************************

Garp groaned tiredly as he face palmed, he had just entered the ports of Marineford when an order from his afro headed Buddha wannabe friend arrived at his ship's front.

It was an order to mobilize immediately. Unlike his previous mission however, it wasn't something as simple as to find a rookie pirate. It would be a dispatch to stop a war between emperors!

Garp groaned as he looked at his crew, before grimly motioning for his subordinate.

"Petty officer, the vessel has been re dispatched to a mission within the New World, gather all those below the level of Ensign and have them return to the barracks for drills." He ordered calmly.

Most people that knew Garp would call him a an eccentric, but even he knew, taking Haki less marines into a battle field between emperors was as pointless as bringing a truck full of firewood to douse a forest fire.

"Captain Roman!" He roared out loud, gathering the attention of the loudest marine onboard.

"Inspect the Ship and the engine room! We shall depart Shortly, when Vice Admiral Sakazuki and Vice Admiral Borsolino join us.

Kuzan, you are to remain here, you have been mobilized as well." Garp ordered calmly, taking his position as a soldier of the previous generation seriously, as characterized only a rare few times within his long and rather decorated career.

The ice Logia man looked surprised, the first genuine emotion that the old Vice admiral had seen on his face since the incident.

With a serious look the captain ran below deck, to inspect the state of the cooling engine, they would have to run her at full power if the magnitude of the re dispatch was anything to go by. The number of Vice Admirals on board would be only one shy of a buster call, and the lack of a fleet would only prove to increase the speed of the single ship.

The captain could not help but gulp as he looked at the components diligently. He could not help but hide the small spark of hope within his chest, 'are we finally going to go against whitebeard? The force we have would definitely justify it'

This soldier had only been given post on this crew after all. He was used to a more black and white outlook then most on the ship curtsey to the previous higher officers that he had followed under, one Vice Admiral Sakazuki.

With a brief glance at the functioning tools the man, briskly walked away, he had seen the engine and even given the boiler cursory look, what more could go wrong?

With hurried steps he got on deck, just in time to see the red shirted marine arrive on deck, a superior smirk on his face as his cloak fluttered in the wind, his naval colors appeared more whole than the others, though Roman could definitely attribute that to the excessive care that the Marine officer gave to everything that related to his job and post.

"Garp, when are we to depart?" he asked in his baritone, his eyes looking at the soldiers as they departed from the top of the deck.

"In a few minutes, as soon as Roman is here with the results of the investigation and Borsolino decides to appear" Garp said calmly, and just as he did the afore mentioned light-man appeared flashing on board.

The four vice admirals nodded to each other, then together they glanced at the now slightly quivering Marine captain.

"Report" was all they said, though that did not stop the words from resonating through Roman's chest.

"All things ship shape, sir!" He said with a salute.

"Then let's head out."