"Help us! Please!" A female slave called from a nearby cell, her voice desperate. "We have children! The guards kill us if we don't obey!" Another man shouted from a different cage, his arms bloody from trying to break free. Even a few elderly slaves called out. Fisher Tiger glanced around, his jaw clenching. "Jason, we have to help them too?"
"You do realize that they can't be completely trustworthy. How do you know they're not going to stab us in the back once they're free."
"They're slaves," Fisher Tiger whispered darkly. "They've been treated worse than animals. If they stab us in the back, it's only because they're desperate." He looked at Jason, his pink eyes pleading. "We can't leave them here to die. Please."
"Fine, but it ends up biting us in the butt. It's on you."
Fisher Tiger nodded solemnly. "Understood." Boa and her sisters watched the exchange, her golden eyes narrowing at Fisher's response to the other slaves. "You're too kind," she whispered to Jason quietly. Before they could move, a guard's whistle blew from somewhere above—something wasn't right.
"OK, I guess there's not much time for being subtle." he activated black, whip, and slashed off all the cell doors to at least every single slave. " If you wanna leave, follow us." He said, picking up the three girls with black whip as him and Tiger went to free his Fishman
Slaves poured out of their cells, some crying, others shouting curses at the guards. Fisher Tiger used his massive strength to break through walls, freeing dozens of Fishmen at once. The palace was in chaos as alarms began to sound. "They're coming!"
Once all the freshman and slaves were free, they started making their way out, but marines were already being deployed, making it harder, especially on Jason and Fisher Tiger because whenever a slave kill someone, they said their names.
"That was Jason and Fisher Tiger are the reasons were free!" Slaves were calling out names there fought desperately for freedom. The chaos was spreading to the Fish-Men too—some of them had gone feral with rage after years of captivity, tearing through marines without mercy. Fisher Tiger grabbed Jason's shoulder.
"That was Jason and Fisher Tiger are the reasons were free!" Slaves were calling out names there fought desperately for freedom. The chaos was spreading to the Fish-Men too—some of them had gone feral with rage after years of captivity, tearing through marines without mercy. Fisher Tiger grabbed Jason's shoulder.
"We're being surrounded."
Fisher Tiger grunted, scanning the growing numbers of marines closing in on them. "How many?!" He spotted at least fifty marines surrounding them, while behind them the chaos of freed slaves continued to spread. Boa and her sisters were positioned nearby, protecting the weaker slaves. The marines were targeting Jason and Fisher specifically—some slaves had already identified them as the leaders. "We need an exit!"
"I have an idea can you hold the line? I need to go grab somebody."
Fisher Tiger nodded grimly, his massive frame stepping forward as marines closed in. "Go! I'll hold them off!" He roared, slamming his fist into the ground to create shockwaves. Boa hesitated, turning to Jason. "Where are you going?!" The marines were pressing hard—at least thirty on Fisher alone, while the others circled around towards the slaves.
The palace was guarded heavily, but Jason used his black whip to swing through corridors, avoiding patrols. He reached the royal chambers, bursting through the doors. Saint Charlos was there, lounging on a pile of stolen goods, his signature pig sleeping beside him. The Celestial Dragon looked up, annoyed. "What?! A slave in my chambers?!" He reached for a nearby emergency alarm.
He flicked his finger, sending a concussive blaster air into his chest.
Saint Charlos' body flew backward, crashing into a wall. He slumped to the floor, dazed but alive. Jason approached him, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him outside. The chaos had intensified—slaves and Fishmen were fighting marines everywhere.
He held him by the throat, so everyone can see him the moment the Marines saw him coming with the Being held basically gunpoint, they started Parting for him.
The marines froze as Jason emerged from the palace, Saint Charlos dangling from his grip by the throat. Whispers spread like wildfire—"It's Saint Charlos!" "He's got a Celestial Dragon!" The path cleared instantly; even Fisher Tiger paused his fight, eyes widening in shock and hope.
Boa Hancock's golden eyes widened as she watched Jason emerge with Saint Charlos. She could sense the shift in power—the slaves and Fishmen were suddenly filled with a wild hope. Her snake sisters hissed softly beside her, sensing the changing tide. "He's got a Celestial Dragon..." One whispered.
Boa's mind raced. Having a Celestial Dragon hostage was like holding the ultimate bargaining chip. She could see the marines faltering, their discipline cracking under the weight of this unexpected turn. Fisher Tiger roared in triumphant laughter, his morale boosting immensely. (did you get it for me?) she thought a small blush appearing on her face
Her heart raced—not from fear, but from something else entirely. The man she had trusted her life to, the one who promised to free her and her sisters, had just done something impossible: captured a Celestial Dragon.
He really did it, she thought, her grip on her sisters tightening. He kept his promise, and more.
Boa's golden eyes locked onto Jason's figure, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't help the small blush that crept onto her cheeks, a rare display of emotion for the cold-hearted Snake Princess. Her sisters noticed, whispering amongst themselves, but Boa ignored them, her focus solely on Jason.
Jason gets closer. " Guys follow me." He said going towards the cliff side.
The slaves and Fishmen followed Jason, their numbers growing as more and more freed individuals joined the procession. Boa and her sisters moved to the front, flanking Jason as he led them towards the cliffside. Fisher Tiger followed closely behind, his massive form imposing even among the crowd of liberated captives.
"everyone go down the cliff tiger. Can you get your people to swim them to your ship?"
Fisher Tiger nodded, already barking orders to the Fishmen. "You heard him! All Fishmen, grab a slave and swim out!" The freed captives hesitated but obeyed as strong arms pulled them towards the cliff edge. Boa watched Jason, her eyes still focused on the Saint struggling in his grip. "And what about us?"
"Go with them."
Boa's brows furrowed, but she didn't argue, letting herself be pulled into the water by one of Fisher Tiger's men. As she swam, she kept looking back at the cliff, watching Jason and Saint Charlos until they disappeared from view.
He starts floating in the air, still holding onto Saint Charles as a marine Yelled.
"HE'S ESCAPING! GET HIM!" A marine captain screamed, pointing at Jason who was floating effortlessly while keeping Saint Charlos alive. The remaining marines hesitated—some wanted to pursue, but others were terrified of the consequences of attacking a Celestial Dragon directly. The freed slaves were already swimming away, guided by Fisher Tiger's men. Boa watched from the water, stunned.
"you want him so bad here." he threw him into the crowd of marines. " You will pay for this." He said, taking out Assist rifle The first two, but the last one hit his shoulder. " that was a mistake." he said pissed. He activated 100% of one for all in his left arm and went straight to the ground to punch it, causing a massive tornado come forth from the impact.
The marines scattered as the massive tornado erupted from Jason's punch, sending debris and soldiers flying. Saint Charlos screamed in terror as he was thrown into the chaos. Boa watched in awe from the water, her sisters gasping beside her. Fisher Tiger roared with approval, "That's our boy!"
His entire left arm was bruised and purple, with a make sure they had that he quickly flew away on the ship with the others as they quickly made the getaway.
The ship cut through the water rapidly, Fisher Tiger at the helm while Fishmen hauled exhausted slaves aboard. Boa stood at the railing, her golden eyes fixed on Jason's bruised arm—the purple bruising was severe, yet he had gotten them all out. Her sisters huddled together, shivering from the cold water. "He's insane," one muttered.