Serious: Dark Isle Assasins. A New Reunion. (Open to all Dark Isle Assasins)

After being in the Shichibukai meeting for some time Daiki had to set sail to an unmarked island. One that is usually covered up by mist of the surroundings and that is rarely visited. For this assignment, the Dark Isle Assasins would need as many agents as they could have. It was dangerous but they were going to have a good pay for this work. An infamous retired pirate called Fumont Derrhi and his crew had taken over the island and were developing extremly powerful weapons to destroy the world government.

He had expanded the rumor himself that he was retired, but what he was doing was creating this weapons for future use, and it was going to be the Dark Isle Assasins' job to get rid of the crew, killing them all and destroying the machines. What would they have to do? He had no idea, but in the Galatea Daiki was alone and the ship was not moving, he was waiting for the ships of his crewmates to appear.

Jacob could see it in the distance. It was just a short distance more, the ship he was supposed to meet up with. Since he wasn't a devil fruit user, the swordsman like to swim a lot, rather than using a boat. This allowed him to train the strength in his arms without much effort.

Digging his finger into the wooden sides of the boat, the man pulled himself up and onto the deck. Laying on the open deck, he decided to let himself air dry. However he did take care to dry off his weapons and place them back into their sheaths. Soon the tell tale sounds that Jacob tended to make, were being made. He was fast asleep.

A metal raft floated in the water with a sail. Doku sat on it seeing the Dark Isle ship with Daiki on it a head of him he had to wait just a few more moments. Getting next to Daiki's ship Doku sighed "I need a better ship sooner or later." he mumbled.

He knew nothing of his mission as he had just fully recovered from his fight with Death. Once he was recovered they sent him out right away with the directions to go. He launched him self up with a pillar of metal and landed onto Daiki's ship. "You've called, Daiki-san?" Doku asked in a bored tone of voice.

Jacob could hear someone getting on board, however he didn't really care. It was most likely one of the other crew members. Well if it wasn't the head of the ship, would likely have attacked by now. With the battle, would come sounds, and that would be all the swordsman would need to spur him into action. However it did not come, therefor the swordsman remained idle in his half asleep state.

Daiki first saw Jacob, one of the new crewmembers that his captain or Yaminoque had met and accepted into the crew. He was laying in the deck but he said nothing. Apparently he had began to sleep... so Daiki decided not to bother him, he just said nothing.

Then he saw a ship in the distance... it was a metalic vessel and it shone with the dim sunlight that came through the mist. Then Doku, the crewmember he had recruited. Daiki looked at him without smiling, but he was proud that he had been in a mission.

"Doku, yes I've called you here."- he said with a monotonic voice.- "We need to wait for a bit until I can share the information about the mission we've been called for. I don't want to be repeating it many times... so let's wait for any other member that has had a delay or anything of that style."
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At the same time...

There was a man in a throne. The throne was located in a room underground. The room underground was the basement of a whole facility. The facility was located in an island that was surrounded by mist, an island that holded amazing experiments and deadly weapons.

The man in the throne spoke. "Ivan...!?!?"

Although the man was only in his thirties he looked older. He had a good build, but fat was starting to settle around his stomach. His hair was black as the night, his eyes had a blue color, but not the sparkling blue... but the dead blue. His teeth were yellow and he looked like if he hadn't shaved in more than a week. His beard was starting to turn white... it was the age.

A small hunched man came running into the room.

"You called... Master?"- the little "gnome" asked with a really pitchy voice.

"Yes, moron. That's why I said your name." -the man answered with an angry tone.- "How are the weapons coming along... I'm bored of hiding..."

The hunch looked at the man.

"Master Derrhi... don't hit me pleasee... but they're not ready yet!" -he hid his head between his legs and ducked so he couldn't be reached easily.- "The scientists have to finish developing the final one!"

The man stood up and he kicked the hunch.. making him loose balance and roll through the floor. he stood up and he ran out of the room crying.

Jacob was finally awoke by the voice of the man that had called him to that point. The man had spoken to the person that got there second, apparently the kid was another member. From the vessel, it was shoty by design at best, which lead Jacob to believe the kid had some kind of metal devil fruit. He had seen one before, a molten liquid version. However, Jacob had a feeling that his was a little different.

"Aye, I don't think anyone else is going to show up, you might as well get on with it." Jacob said to the man that was seemingly in charge.