Saber

While Timothy Lee, in his Rook Leader attire, was planning how to win The Holy Grail with Daidara and Zetsu, a scared and out of his wits Stan Hope was huddled up in a nearby corner wondering how he got himself mixed up with these three monsters.

Moving out of Altissia, two individuals are sitting in a tavern below the center tower of Dome City. The place was medieval in style with waiters who had given up their full-time diving careers for a while and had chosen a quiet job until they feel like getting back into the swing of things.

In a dark and unoccupied corner of the tavern, in a corner booth, two individuals were sitting across from each other.....the female on the left was still banging her head on the wooden table in sadness, as she has been doing for quite some time.

"....I never expected that insufferable man to show favoritism, but you? How could he do this to me?" the beautiful woman wearing a typical kunoichi outfit covered with a long cloak extending over her entire frame whispered in exasperation as her head continued to pound the table.

The drunkard across from her took a long drawl from his second bottle of beer before belching in satisfaction and commenting...."by the seven seas, this drink is amazing.....I think I'll have another!"

The young woman looked up with tears forming at the corner of her eyes...."how can you be the Saber? I'm sure you're fine with that rapier, but our opponents won't be normal...how could I be so unlucky...now we'll never win our wishes..."

When she focused on the man, however, she saw that the disheveled and horrid-looking middle-aged individual with a sea-captains hat atop an outfit belonging to the European middle ages, snapped closed a pocket watch while opening up his seventh bottle of beer if the empty bottles nearby were of any indication...

"....fear not wench, I am the lord of the sea of thieves, the most handsome and intelligent gentlemen to sail the great blue waters"

*smack*

Jack's head spun to the left due to the slap given to him by the beautiful lady across the table, most likely due to the "wench" comment, so being the gentleman he was, retaliation to such a lovely lady could not occur.

So, grabbing the male waiter who just passed by his table after cleaning up something nearby, he pulled him down to eye-level and gave his retaliation...

*smack*

"...you deserve that young bloke, and you know it don't ya?"

The absolutely flabbergasted waiter simply held his cheek while nodding and walking away, still trying to wrap his head around what happened.

Pulling his vest taught and straitening himself as best as his drunken self could, he looked at the slightly amused Chastain Grey across from him and smiled with blackened teeth...

"May I ask why the lovely lady is thinking of another man while sitting across from the lord of the seas?...."

*exasperated exhale*

"....he's the creator of the land of gods, as you would call it.....the person referred to as "High-God" in your new information. We're, kind've in a relationship of sorts..."

With eyes wide, Jack quickly added..." a holy wh()re, I knew I smelt something divine!"

....

Chastain, using her inhumanly fast attack speed sent a powerful punch towards the weak man's head, but in a shocking turn of events, her fist passed right beside his head as if her aim was off by just an inch....' no, he slid over just a tad bit....but how did this guy move that fast?'

*snap*

Chastain's attention was drawn down to the man's vest, in which he hid the pocket watch he just snapped closed...

"Alright! I've decided, for god's wench, I shall help in winning the grail! Then wish for the recipe to this lovely drink...."

The man stood up to walk out of the tavern while flipping open a weird compass, which pointed to whatever will aid his new team in winning the prize...

".....I have no idea what is happening right now, but do you really think we have a chance?" a once depressed Chastain regained a glimmer of hope in her eyes, seeing the confidence radiating off of the drunkard holding his compass.

The pirate lord stopped in his tracks, and with an uncharacteristic serious face, he turned to look at his summoner...."young wench, many have tried to catch me or end my life, but at the end of the chase, their treasures were stolen and all they could do is remember the day when they almost caught.....Captain Jack Sparrow."