A/N: Hello everyone currently reading this. The name's MastaRasta. After much thought for the past two years, I have decided to delete and completely rewrite the story of the Berserker Pirates. I am a bit ashamed to admit that I have lost interest in the direction of how the old version was going and I just did not want to force myself to continue writing something that I felt wasn't interesting anymore. So here is the first chapter of the whole new story. Now then, I will be accepting OC's from those gracious enough to allow me to use their characters in order for me to make this new story much more interesting. Credit will be given to the owners of the OC's at the end of the chapter upon the use of said characters. The character sheets will be left at the bottom of this chapter. So with nothing else left to say, let's start off the new story!

The Melancholy of Slaves!

It was a cold, windy night in middle of the ocean located in the West Blue. The light from the full moon illuminated the lonely marine battleship sailing across the unusual calm waters of the ocean. Aboard the ship were dozens of marines patrolling the deck with their swords and rifles in hand. The marines were very anxious and on edge. Sailing through the waters in the West Blue was very dangerous for those who were unprepared for its nearly unpredictable weather changes and sailing at night wasn't making them feel any better. But regardless of how they felt, they had a mission to accomplish. And concerning the special "cargo" that was currently being transported on the ship, the marines couldn't afford to let their guards down for a second.

Aboard the battleship were members of the infamously known World Nobles, descendants of the twenty kings who established what is known as the World Government. The marines have been on high alert throughout their entire voyage once they learned that they would be escorting such influential people on their ship to the island of their choice. They had heard hundreds of horrible stories about the heinous crimes that the World Nobles had committed throughout the years. But because of their massive influence within the World Government, their crimes have been ignored. Should any of the marines make a single mistake and accidentally upset the World Nobles, there was no doubt in their mind that their lives would be over.

So in order to make sure that the voyage to the island was satisfactory to the World Nobles, they catered to their every command and whim. Thankfully it was nothing too outrageous…for now at least. So far they had only needed to prepare them food and beverages and serve it to them. Other than that the World Nobles had been spending most of their time with the Vice-Admiral or in the brig. While it seemed odd for World Nobles to spend time in the brig with the other prisoners, the marines did not think much into situation, wanting to avoid causing any commotions that could result in their deaths.

"I can't take this anymore." A marine soldier nervously spoke out, breaking the dreadful silence that had befallen the battleship for the past few hours. "This fear…this tension…it's far too much for me to bear. For the past month that we've been sailing towards their designated location, everyone has been walking on eggshells."

"Can you really blame us? We're escorting World Nobles. This is a big deal." Another marine soldier reminded his comrade.

"Should we successfully accomplish our mission; we could gain the attention of the other World Nobles. Perhaps we could gain their favor enough for them to make us World Nobles as well." Another marine jokingly suggested in an attempt to lighten the mood around the ship. Fortunately, it had worked since the other marines around the deck began to lightly laugh in response to his joke.

"Yeah right! As if lowly commoners like us would ever be invited to become World Nobles." Another marine outright dismissed the idea. People like them had no chance in hell to ever reach such a prestigious title like a World Noble. It was certainly something that you needed to be born into. Trying to become one through any other means was nothing more than a fools dream.

It wasn't as if any of the marines aboard the ship wished to become World Nobles anyway. None of them liked them in the first place. They despised their arrogant and snobbish attitudes, as well as their god complexes. However, they couldn't help but feel jealous about how luxurious they lived. The marines also wished to live lavishly in a mansion with endless supplies of food, servants, and entertainment. Unfortunately, their daydreams were interrupted once they heard a metallic sound collide against the wooden deck from behind them.

After being alerted by the strange noise, the marines turned around and aimed their respective weapons towards the source, all too ready to face any threat that would dare approach them. Fortunately for them, there was no danger. Or at least immediate danger. The source of the noise turned out to be their superior officer, the one responsible for leading the entire battleship, Vice-Admiral Gabriel Matthews. The Vice-Admiral is a tall, imposing man with a broad chest and muscular build. He is currently wearing a white, double breasted suit with a blue shirt underneath and a white tie worn over it. Draped over his shoulders is the standard marine coat with the word "Justice" imprinted on the back.

All of the marines immediately stood at attention and saluted their superior officer. "Sir! What can we do for you, Vice-Admiral Gabriel, sir?!"

"I came out here to check and see what was causing all of the commotion out here. I was having a conversation with Sir Flameheart until I suddenly heard laughter." All of the marines' faces turned pale after hearing the Vice-Admiral's words. It was then that their bodies began to tremble tremendously. Their worst fears were soon to be realized. They had indirectly interrupted the conversation between their superior officer and a World Noble. The punishment that they were sure to receive was certainly going to be life ending. Some of the marines even went as far as to contemplate committing suicide right then and there to spare themselves.

Noticing the expressions on the faces of his subordinates, Gabriel raised his hand and continued to speak. "You can all calm down, you're not in any trouble or anything like that. It's fine to let loose every once in a while. However, remember to remain vigilante, especially at night. We still have about another day until we reach our destination." He reminded them.

All of the built up stress and tension within the bodies of the marines immediately left them after hearing that they were not in trouble. They nodded their heads and saluted Gabriel in understanding of his orders.

"Well then, I'm going to head back to my quarters. Alert me immediately if anything happens." The Vice-Admiral left his subordinates and returned to his room. In there waiting for him was one of the World Nobles, Sir Charles Flameheart. He is a man in his late forties with black hair combed upward with a distinct curl on top. He is wearing an oxygen tank attached to the bubble around his head, and white robes that resemble a spacesuit.

"What took you so long, Vice-Admiral?" Charles looked to Gabriel with an annoyed expression. It had not been long since the Vice-Admiral had left to speak with his subordinates, but for some reason the World Noble looked like he had been waiting for hours. Gabriel wished to be the one showing the annoyed expression, but of course he could not be so rude as to do so. Especially since he was the one that had offered to accept this mission from headquarters anyway.

"Forgive me for my tardiness, Sir Flameheart. I needed to reprimand my subordinates for interrupting our previous conversation with their much unneeded laughter." Gabriel lied through his teeth and lowered his head to the World Noble. Doing such a thing was a simple matter for him considering he had been lowering his head and unnecessarily apologizing to the World Noble for the past few weeks throughout their voyage.

Charles immediately seemed to buy the excuse and simply nodded his head without saying another word. Gabriel raised his head and then proceeded to return to his seat.

"Shall we continue where we left off?"

"Very well." Charles nodded his head before leaning forward in his chair. "As I mentioned earlier, this is by no means an ordinary voyage. I would not come so far out from the Holy Land without a clear purpose or goal in mind."

"I figured as much, Sir Flameheart. I have been curious as to what your reasons for coming out here were for." Gabriel admitted. For weeks he had nonchalantly attempting to pry information from the World Nobles and their bodyguards, unfortunately his tactics were ineffective as they proved to be more tight lipped than he had expected.

"This information is highly classified. I cannot just go around talking about it with everyone, especially when your useless subordinates are around. No doubt they would go about blabbering to anyone that would listen to them, thus ruining my plans." Charles mentioned, unintentionally angering the Vice-Admiral in the process. Gabriel did not appreciate it when people badmouthed his subordinates. It did not matter who they were. Unfortunately, because of the social statues between the two of them being so far apart, there was no way for him to outwardly express his anger.

"I agree. I will see to it that I will find more suiting subordinates." It dealt a great blow to his pride to forcibly agree with the World Noble. Certainly Gabriel did not agree with Charles. He believed that his subordinates were the best of the best.

"Do not bother, it will take ages for you to find perfect subordinates. We do not have much time anyway. It will begin soon and we cannot afford to miss out on this opportunity." A sinister smile appeared across the face of the World Noble. One could mistake it for the smile of the devil. Feelings of regret immediately surfaced within the Vice-Admiral after seeing the smile. He had no idea as to what the World Noble had in store for him or his subordinates once they reached their designated island.

"If you do not mind me asking…what will be starting soon?" Gabriel inquired, having had more than enough of the suspense.

"There is an island within the West Blue which is notorious for its entertaining coliseum matches and awe aspiring prizes. I have gained word from my informants that a specific item that I have been searching for has suddenly surfaced." Charles made sure to keep his answer vague, especially when it concerned the "special item". Gabriel's curiosity had certainly been piqued. He wished to know more. If a World Noble was more than willing to leave the safety of the Holy Land to venture out for such an item, it had to be of great importance. This worried the Vice-Admiral even more.

"So, do you wish for me to participate in the coliseum matches and win the special item for you then?" Gabriel asked.

"Oh no, that will not be necessary." Charles shook his head, dismissing the thought of Gabriel being the one to retrieve the item all together. "I have already brought along two slaves of mine that will be participating in the coliseum. One of them will be the ones to retrieve the special item for me."

Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows after hearing the mention of the two slaves that Charles had brought along for the voyage. It was common for World Nobles to bring along slaves wherever they went, however, seeing them doing it up close left a bad taste in Gabriel's mouth. He personally watched the World Nobles treat them as if they were garbage. No. Treating them like garbage would actually be a compliment. They were treated as if they were even less than garbage.

To be honest the two slaves would have starved to death if Gabriel had not sneaked his way within the brig every night to feed them just enough food to keep them conscious. Of course before doing so, the Vice-Admiral did a background check on the two of them. If the slaves had turned out to be criminals, then he would not have felt bad in the slightest about how they were being treated. But the slaves were not criminals. They had no record anywhere. It pained him greatly to even think about where those two must have been captured to unfortunately become slaves to the World Nobles.

"You appear to have much confidence in their strength." Gabriel pointed out.

"I would not call it confidence." Charles snobbishly retorted. "Should you somehow confront the two of them in a fight, I assure you that you could easily incapacitate them."

"I see…so why have you chosen them to participate in this coliseum? I understand that you wish to retrieve the special item. But why choose your slaves to participate if you are not confident in their strength? Wouldn't your bodyguards be a better choice?"

"Indeed they would. However, I am doing this as a favor for my daughter. She so strongly believes that those two slaves of mine would be better choices for this coliseum." Charles responded dryly. "As I recall, she said that wasting the talents of my bodyguards inside of a coliseum of commoners was disrespectful to them. I entirely agree with her. Coliseum fights should be for the slaves and commoners."

The World Noble reclined in his chair and propped his chin against his hand, his arrogant and condescending expression never leaving his face.

"Also, should my slaves refuse to complete such a simple task of acquiring this special item of mine, then only the cruel fate that awaits them is death. I will not grant them the mercy of dying quickly."

"Ah…" Gabriel avoided making eye contact with the World Noble any further. He did not wish to gaze into the eyes of the devil sitting before him. He did not wish to be entranced or influenced by the wickedness exerting from the World Nobles body.

"Speaking of my slaves, perhaps you should go and check on them. If no one keeps an eye on them every once in a while, they begin to have ideas of escaping." Charles' arrogant expression momentarily disappeared as he looked off from Gabriel. It was as if he was reminiscing about past events concerning his slaves.

"Right away, Sir Flameheart." Gabriel was all too eager to leave the room. He left as fast as he could and heaved a sigh of relief as he ventured across the deck towards the brig. He ignored his subordinates that were diligently patrolling around the ship and he entered into the cold, dark brig alone.

Immediately upon his entry, dozens of prisoners were held in their respective cells with sea-stone shackles clasped to their ankles and wrists. It was relatively quiet inside of the holding cells besides the sounds of rattling chains and squeaking from the mice inside of the brig. All of the prisoners there were practically lifeless. All of them had been captured by the marines and they were moments away from being sent to prison for the rest of their lives. That was until a few weeks ago when Charles Flameheart appeared and decided to select them as his new slaves. Most of them had given up hope and allowed their feelings of despair to overwhelm them. Becoming a slave to the World Nobles was certainly worse than prison…perhaps death even.

But Gabriel felt nothing for the criminals within the holding cell. If they did not wish to receive such a cruel fate, then they should have made better choices in their lives. The Vice-Admiral flipped on the light switch and waited for the groans of the prisoners to die down before he proceeded to walk down further into the brig. He eventually reached the end of the brig and he stared blankly at the pair of feet sticking out from shadows of the cell. They looked rough and dirty. They were covered in bruises.

Gabriel lightly kicked the bars of the cell in order to alert the person inside. A moment of silence passed and there was no proper response. He kicked it a second time and he then received a response in the form of an exhausted groan. The pair of feet within the cell began to twitch, the rattling sound of the person's chains caused the Vice-Admiral to furrow his eyebrows.

"Is it feeding time already? What kind of delicious meal have you brought for me this time, Vice-Admiral?" The person within the cell inquired, followed up by the sound of him licking his lips at the thought of being fed.

"I haven't brought you any food." Gabriel flatly responded.

"Then what was the point of you coming in here?" The slave harshly retorted. He started flailing around his arms and legs, the constant rattling of his shackles began to annoy the marine. In order to get the slave to stop, he once again kicked the bars with his metallic foot.

"Quiet down!" He ordered.

"Ah, I'm sorry…" The slave sarcastically apologized as he ceased his childlike tantrum. "So why have you blessed me with your presence today?"

"I was ordered to check up on you by Sir Flameheart. He told me to check on you regularly or else you'll come up with ideas on how to escape." Gabriel answered.

A light chuckle escaped from the mouth of the slave before he reached up to his neck to fiddle with the explosive collar that had been placed there. "Escape? Now how could I possibly do that when I have this collar around my neck? I try to go anywhere and then kaboom!" He enthusiastically imitated the sound of an explosion.

"As enthusiastic as usual I see." Gabriel shook his head at the sight. He could not understand if the slave had become insane after having been a slave for so many years, or if the man simply enjoyed his situation.

"Of course I'm enthusiastic. Wouldn't you be enthusiastic if the day of your escape was soon at hand?" The slave inquired.

"Escape? How do you plan on escaping?" Gabriel was honestly interested on how the slave planned to escape. It was as he mentioned earlier, as long as he has the explosive collar on his neck, he cannot afford to go anywhere unless he wished his head to be blown off of his shoulders.

"Now why would I have to go about telling you that?" The slave answered with a question of his own. "If I were stupid enough to tell you that, you would no doubt snitch to the World Noble about my plan."

Gabriel could only nod his head in response to that. Should he somehow manage to find out about the slaves plan to escape, it would be his duty to inform Charles Flameheart. He did feel bad about having to snitch on a bunch of slaves, but they were property to the World Nobles. Punishment for assisting in the escape of slaves was a huge offense.

"However, considering how I was captured and became a slave in the first place, I assume that my plan will not work out as well as I hope that it will." The slave nonchalantly spoke.

"Most likely." Gabriel reluctantly agreed with the slave.

"Unless of course…" The slave sat up from the hard, wooden floor and finally entered into the light. The slave is a young male with lightly tanned skin, black spiky hair, and onyx colored eyes. Despite his status as a slave, his body is rather lean and muscular. There are noticeable scars across his arms, forehead, and a vertical scar on the left side of his lips. His clothes can be considered nothing but rags. They are heavily torn and tattered and appear to not have been washed in weeks, perhaps even months. "You wish to free me out of the kindness of your own heart."

"I can't do that. Forgive me." Gabriel outright refused the suggestion. Deep down in his heart he wished to free all of the innocent people that had been turned into slaves. But the repercussions of his actions would definitely ruin his life, including the lives of his subordinates.

The slave stared blankly at the Vice-Admiral for a moment before he returned to his lying down position, heaving a sigh of annoyance before speaking. "No need to feel so depressed, Vice-Admiral. I know how influential the World Nobles. Choosing to free me would be a very bad decision for you."

"Glad to see that you understand things from my point of you." Gabriel said.

"Oh yes…I understand…" The slave's hand appeared out from the shadows and it gripped onto the wooden floor. "However, it doesn't change the fact that I am pissed." The slave increased the pressure on the floor and easily cracked the wooden planks. His once cheerful and nonchalant tone had long disappeared. The slave's hatred and malice towards his situation could be felt by the Vice-Admiral and the other prisoners within the brig.

"I clearly understand how things are from your point of view. You must be terrified of what the World Nobles would do to you if you were to allow us to escape from their clutches. The consequences of angering them would break the will of any ordinary person." The slave continued to speak while Gabriel silently listened.

"I can picture it now. You would be stripped of your rank as a marine and you would be branded as a slave. And I do mean literally branded. They would grab a hot piece of iron and press it against your skin until you've been marked by the 'Hoof of the Dragon'. Your screams and cries of pain and anguish would fall on deaf ears as the other World Nobles would simply point and laugh at the expense of your pain and misery. Then they would place an explosive collar around your neck and force you to do anything that they pleased."

"Don't forget to mention that your subordinates would be included with you. Hell, there's a chance that even the family of your subordinates would become slaves as well. Would you be able to bear that guilt? Dragging your subordinates and their families down to hell with you? All to save the life a one poor, unfortunate soul?"

The slave leaned up again and expressed a sinister expression that unnerved the Vice-Admiral. Nonetheless the marine remained silent and allowed the boy before him to continue speaking his mind.

"Of course you wouldn't. After all, it goes against your "justice". Us mere slaves are the property of the World Nobles, which you all so reluctantly serve. Should we somehow escape from our owners, no doubt you would chase us down to the ends of the earth to return us to where we truly belong." The slave dramatically placed his hands over his heart. "Because after all, sacrificing the lives of the people that you are meant to protect is far easier than suffering through the wrath of the World Nobles yourselves…am I right, Vice-Admiral?"

Gabriel was at a loss for words. Everything that the slave before him had mentioned was absolutely true. It pained him greatly to agree with the young man's words. Sensing that the will of the marine was wavering, the slave continued to take a shot at him.

"If you ask me, there needs to be a new world order. Something must be done to remove those piles of garbage from their thrones at the Holy Land. And since none of you "allies of justice" are willing to do anything about it. That only leaves me with only one option." The slave looked up to the ceiling and proudly proclaimed, "On the day that I escape from the clutches of the World Nobles! I, Raymond Everett, will become a major threat to the World Nobles! I will gather hundreds…no, thousands…no, millions of subordinates and wage war against the World Nobles! I will personally see to it that every last one of them are eradicated and removed from the Holy Land before I burn it down to the ground!"

Gabriel, along with all of the other prisoners within the brig, exclaimed in disbelief after hearing the young male's sudden and outrageous proclamation. Announcing that you would one day become a major threat to the World Nobles was indeed a serious offence which could be punishable by death. And besides, in order to get to the World Nobles, you would have to get through the marines, which were a sea force created from the World Government, which enforces the law throughout the entire world. It would be impossible to take down all of those organizations in order to get to the World Nobles. But despite knowing that, Gabriel couldn't help but feel anxious and frightened for the future of the world should this person ever escape.

No longer wishing for Raymond to control the flow of the conversation, Gabriel loudly cleared his throat and spoke up. "You will not escape from the World Nobles. They have the highest of security along with them. They have personally brought along members of the Valentine Family."

"Oh…the Valentine Family? I'm well aware of them." Raymond lied down once again and made himself somewhat comfortable. "They're a group of nobles that have faithfully served the Cornwall Family even before the creation of the World Government. Because of their loyal service, they have been allowed to remain at the Holy Land with the other World Nobles. I hear that they've grown in numbers lately and they've also expanded their protective services to the other World Nobles."

"Indeed. Since you seem to know so much about them, you must also be aware of how powerful they are." Gabriel narrowed his eyes as he carefully gauged the reaction of the slave.

"Oh yes I do. I wouldn't want to face any member of that particular family without a clear and concise plan." Raymond nodded his head in agreement. "Luckily my escape plan doesn't involve fighting any of them. So I am in the clear."

"You sound so confident. Have you forgotten about the explosive collar around your neck?" Gabriel felt the need to remind him as a desperate attempt to exert whatever little amount of dominance that he had left.

"I will never forget about it." Raymond's cheerful tone of voice had disappeared once again and it was replaced with a monotone. "But I will not let this thing inconvenience me any longer. Tomorrow is the day that I will escape. I can feel it. No…I swear it."

"I will not allow it." Gabriel proclaimed. Despite Raymond's face being concealed by the shadows in the cell, the Vice-Admiral could feel the young slave's glare. "I will admit that most of what you said is true. And regrettably the marines and the World Nobles are not the best of people. However, it does not change the fact that there is balance in the world because of these organizations. I cannot allow you to escape since you plan on destroying these organizations. My justice will not allow it."

"Your justice?!" Raymond angrily exclaimed, constantly rattling his chains as if he were trying to escape. "I don't want to hear any of your justice bullshit! What kind of justice allows such monstrosity to pull the strings of the World Government as if they were gods? To be honest, even pirates and criminals seem far more humane when compared to the World Nobles! At least they're honest about what they are and what they represent! Unlike the damn hypocrites at the Holy Land, the World Government, and especially the marines!"

Raymond angrily exhaled and inhaled for a couple of moments in an attempt to regain the composure that he had momentarily lost.

"But no matter…I swear that it will all come to an end soon enough. Try your best to stop me, Vice-Admiral. The future of the entire world rests in your hands...at the moment that is." Raymond chuckled. Having had enough of speaking with him, Gabriel quickly left the brig and shut off the lights, leaving all of the prisoners in the darkness once more. In order to celebrate his "victory" over the Vice-Admiral, Raymond proceeded to whistle a happy tune.

However, he soon stopped once he heard a familiar growl coming from the prison cell across from his. Although he could not see the one behind the source of the sound, he nonetheless sat up and called out to the person.

"Hey, did you like my little speech there? I've been holding that one in for quite some time now." Raymond sheepishly mentioned. A moment of silence went by and there was no response from the person. "Tomorrow is the day you know. I will escape from their clutches once and for all. I would love it if you joined me."

Ray blinked a few times as another moment of awkward silence passed.

"Still not going to talk to me are you? Still need me to convince you that I will escape? Well make sure to keep a close eye on me tomorrow. I look forward to seeing the look on your face once you see me make my grandiose escape." Raymond closed his eyes and lied down once again, soon falling asleep, dreaming about his long awaited day of becoming free from his owners.

And that was the end of the first chapter to this new story. I hope everyone enjoyed it. As promised the character fill out sheet is right down below.

Name-

Epithet-

Gender-

Age-

Affiliations-(Bounty Hunter, Marine, Pirate, Revolutionary, etc.)

Rank-(Pirate Captain, Marine Captain, etc.)

Justice (If marine)-(What type of justice does your character, if marine, believe in? Absolute Justice? Lazy Justice? Unclear Justice?)

Race-(Human, Fishman, Hybrid animal, etc.)

Bounty (If criminal)-

Appearance-(Please be as descriptive as possible)-

Personality-(Please be as descriptive as possible)-

Power/Abilities/Weapon of Choice-(Martial Arts, Gunslinger, Sword master, Devil Fruit, etc.)

Devil Fruit Name and Powers (If any)-

Devil Fruit Strengths-

Devil Fruit Weaknesses-

Skills-(What does your character excel at? Navigating? Sniping? Cooking? Fighting?)

History-(It doesn't need to be excessively long, but don't make it extremely short either. I do enjoy a good read.)

Dream/Goal-(Pirate King, Fleet Admiral, Revolutionary Leader, etc.)

Also, here are the positions for the Berserker Pirates. Obviously the spots not taken are open for grabs.

Captain-Taken by me :D

First Mate-Taken by me also :D

Second Mate-?

Navigator-?

Doctor-?

Cook-?

Musician-?

Swordsman-?

Entertainer-?

Archaeologist-?

Shipwright-?

Marksman-?

Chronicler-Taken by Lightning God Traxid

Blacksmith-?

Helmsman-?

Lookout-?

Quartermaster-?

Spy-?

Assassin-?

Underworld Broker-?