Action- Some random island in the new world because why not?

[babby5]

[One minute she'd been buying Buffalo ice cream to celebrate a successful mission and the next Baby 5 is standing in the middle of the town square. In a completely different town. With not idea how she got there. Say what you like about how the Doflamingo family raises children but, unlike most kids in this situation, Baby 5 does not panic. Instead she starts heading away from the square, looking for a less exposed position. Her first thought is some devil fruit power. But why target her? She's not important enough...

All the while she's scanning the crowd for any sign of the person responsible. Or maybe Buffalo, since he'd been with her and maybe they got him too. It may be that, or the fact that her sight is starting to get blurry with gathering tears (just because she didn't panic doesn't mean she's not scared), but she collides with someone at the edge of the crowd. Maybe you? Enjoy this tiny trash baby.]

Ow... Sorry...

[Video] With ash in your mouth, you'll ask it to burn again

[burnt_offering]

[The SmartSnail comes on suddenly, and two jeering youths can be seen making obscene gestures and laughing at the phone they've found. They seem to be pleased with themselves, and their unpleasant adventure starts with flipping up their middle fingers and slapping their butts at the camera.

Ah, the joys of youth.] Finders keepers, bitches. Whoever dropped this? Your loss! We got new tech now! [They give up on selfie time, and decide to use the camera function to keep a record of their destruction. They drag knives into every surface, kick over anything in their path, and brag about their piracy prowess in slurred drunk voices as the continue.] Oh shit, what's that? Hey, can you see-" [The name of the person is slurred beyond being audible, and they pull out a flashlight and shine it into the distance. They drag the weak light jerkily over a wide area, but find themselves staring at a grave . The light hits the top of it at first, and they murmur and mumble in slurred voices about what they could do if they took it apart.] So this is where the sorry bastard ended up. Guess the stones are worth something if nothing el-[A high pitched shriek emits from one of the men as he shines the light from the top of the grave, and then down to a huddled figure shaking at the bottom of it. The figure's back is facing the camera, scarred grotesquely, and a soft noise emits from the direction they're sitting in as they slowly rock back and forth.] Shit. Just a drunk. Go home! We claimed this place! Get out![No response comes.] Fuck off, and go! [One of them comes closer, and tries to kick at the figure while the other laughs and films.

But as he does, the form ignites. And the camera is dropped, shutting off as it meets the ground hard.]