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Arlong Park:
It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, No, I-I-It’s.... - #1
A quaint summer island in the East Blue was not as warm as the weather would suggest. Where one would expect bustling colored towns laid grey and decaying settlements. The people who were left were much like the ravaged buildings; lifeless and downtrodden. Those without hope.It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, No, I-I-It’s.... - #1
The Arlong Pirates, the scourge of East Blue, had ravaged the town and held it hostage, exchanging their very lives for Beri. In Arlong Park, where the bulk of the crew resided, the town’s heart and soul lay prisoner; a magician with maps and lover of oranges. Bound by ambition and fear of the past to repeat.
Dozens of fishmen lounged in Arlong Park. A large being rummaged beneath the waters, casting a shadow in the sea next to Arlong Park even a plane could see. Well-guarded fortress.
One would defy all logic.
[Shaarib] ”Oya Oya, is the shark named Arlong here?”
The dozens of mermen would look up. They’d marvel at the bird speaking. Thinking it some joke, they pointed and gasped, laughing as it passed. They did not answer. If the bird persisted, they would take out rifles and start shooting.Coming out to see the commotion, three tall fishmen came out of the fortress, looking up.