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"So. You're a weaponsmith?" The woman had strawberry blond hair pulled back into a braid that ended between her shoulder blades.
"Among other things." Omri lifted his shoulder, where a pack was hanging off of it. The woman's eyes flicked to the motion and then recentered.
"Other things? Like what?"
Omri dissolved into a puddle of darkness and shadow and reformed behind the woman. "Like this."
A smile was curled on the woman's face as she turned around, largely unconcerned. "Well then. A devil fruit."
"That's what it is? Was never sure - could have been cursed by the sea herself, for all I knew." Omri shrugged lightly.
"In a way you were - can't swim, after all."
Omri hummed in agreement. There was that little caveat.
"So. Would you like to join me on my crew?"
"If you'll have me, Captain..." he trailed off, prompting the woman to give her name.
"Rouge. Portgas D. Rouge. Welcome aboard, Omri." The two shook hands, and Captain Rouge led Omri onto the Hibiscus.
Watch me, he thought, as he stepped aboard. Watch me.