[Nods, and yet...] What they say and what they do are rarely one and the same Seifer. The Government claims slavery is illegal and that the Fishman Island is one of them, but they're ruled by tenryuubito who buy up fishman children just to torture them for their amusement, or sometimes if they're nice, as pets. And sorry if I don't think they're going to tell the little kids the truth about that, eh.

I'll read the papers though.

[Holds up a hand, trying for the millionth time to conjure his blue flames or turn into a phoenix. Marco has perfect control over his devil fruit. He's one of, if not the, only devil fruit users in the whole of his world who can completely control just exactly how much he wants to transform and where. He can fly. He can kick the ever loving shit out everything and anyone. He has it honed down that he can just conjure up little sparkles if he so chooses, or just the inner flames to keep him safe. And yet.... Nothing. It's just gone. No fiery blue feathers, no flames, no sparkles, he can't even do the most basic transformation and switch into a phoenix. His face might be deadpan, and his arm might be steady, but this is about as freaked out as Marco gets.] Nothing, eh. I don't feel drained like with seastone, there's just... nothing. [He didn't even have all the springtime problems or the ability to discern bird's chatter and talk back. It was just nothing.]