When the schooner Endless Night approached the port at Loguetown, Veks was on it. He had not thought that he would come back to his hometown so soon, but, leaning over the ship's railing to look out at the port before him, he reminded himself that things were different now. He was different now, his travels, still so short, had left their mark on him, in more ways than one. From his pointed ears and muzzle, to the tail flicking behind him, to the fur covering his body. Zoan fruits were not generally seen as particularly powerful, but they were useful in their ow right. He'd left Loguetown fully human, and no one would recognize him now.
This was his first time home since Gold Roger's execution. He had been there of course, most of the town was. The marines had made attending all but mandatory, the better to get out their message of capital punishment for piracy, and the long reach they had. But, Veks had seen Roger's smiling face, heard the man's dying words, and was inspired by it, like many others had been. Suitably, Gold Roger's parting action was to launch a new golden age of piracy, one they were now enjoying. So why come back here rather than be out there on the vast East Blue? Well, Loguetown was one of the last ports of call before Reverse Mountain, and thus the last chance to stock up on supplies for any vessel hoping to attempt the Grand Line.
And that did mean any vessel. A hush came over the crew on the deck as they pulled in to port. There were a lot of Marine vessels here - all very distinctive ships, their standardized design and paint schemes made them easy to pick out. Endless Night was not flying her true colors, and was officially registered as a cargo ship, both precautions the captain had taken that all members of the crew were extremely grateful for. Loguetown had a Marine base of course, and being Gold Roger's hometown there was bound to be an increased presence, more eyes on the island, but this was excessive. Something had to be going down.
Veks considered the possibility that he might not disembark after all - devil fruits tended to stick out, and by using his hybrid form he'd no doubt draw even more attention. He had spend many a fight getting acquainted with this ship's twelve cannons and the six pound cannonballs they fired, and they were due for cleaning if nothing else. But this was probably his last chance to make something of himself before he was stuck with this bunch of dead-enders until they all inevitably died a few days into their Grand Line adventure. And if he was going to strike out as a pirate on the Grand Line and not be at the mercy of one crew or the other, he'd need a log pose of his very own. He was also interested in acquiring a new model flintlock that had been made in South Blue, and if any East Blue city was going to have some for sale, it'd likely be Loguetown.
So, he accepted his rather meager cut of the profits from their voyage thus far - seriously this captain's greed would likely be his downfall - and strode down the gangplank into the port proper. Being on solid ground again was a different kind of experience, but he quickly re-adapted and was able to walk, with some confidence, to the city's market, doing his level best to ignore any strange looks he received. There was a fairly long standing arms shop there that would hopefully have at least one of the things he needed.
