Duel in Port Hallen: The Messenger vs The Rumble Pirates

''The bright midday sun shone down upon the town of Port Hallen, in the first half of the grand line. The summer island was basking in another day of bright sunshine as the blackened looking ship drifted lazily into port on the remains of the morning breeze. The town was only small, but it was wealthy enough to survive without travellers for some time. The bay which the town was situated was overlooked by a tall hill on top of which a small cafe bakery sat, where the owner was bringing out a cup of coffee and a baked treat to a man dresssed all in black.''

Cafe Owner: Looks like we'll be having more business in town this week after all.

Man in Black: That's pretty rough looking group of cutomers.

The cafe owner set down the coffee and in baked treat, then walked to the edge of his cobbled yard.

Cafe Owner: A customer is a customer, as long as they pay the town flourishes.

''The man in black picked up the coffee and sipped as his eyes focused on the ship in the harbour. He knew his eyes could see much farther than the cafe owners and he watched the crew of the ship as they came into port. They were not the friendliest looking group of people he had ever seen. His free right hand drifted lazily the jet black revolver on his right hip, all hidden beneath his black poncho.''

Cafe Owner: So what should I call you mister?

Man in Black: Just call me The Messenger.