Just so you know this is , 18 years after the timeskip and 11 years after Luffy's execution. I don't own One Piece.
Last time on One Piece: The Pirate Queen Chronicles. Rosemary and Orochi (the snake) had set off on the journey to find the late 2nd Pirate King's One Piece and make her the Queen of the Pirates. After setting off from the Calm Belt into the East Blue to find a crew, they were blown off course and landed onto Dawn Island by being caught up in a 3-day long hurricane. They went into Foosha Village and met some of her dad's old friends: Makino, Woop Slap, Dadan and her Great-grandpa Garp. There, they ran into various Bandits under the command of Momo (a man). However, they easily defeated him and his lackeys. Afterwards, they set off to continue with their adventure!
Arc 1: Hanson Arc
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In the East Blue...
It's been 2 days since Monkey D. Rosemary set sail through the clear, blue seas from Dawn Island to continue her adventure as a pirate in a small fishing boat, named the 'Mystery Raft: Mach 2' on the left-side. With her pet snake, Orochi, at her side, neither of them seemed to have a care in the world.
Although Rose knew that she wasn't the sharpest pencil in the crayon box, she also knew that her and Orochi alone aren't really much of a pirate crew, which was why she was out here in the first place: to gather new members to join the Red Hand Pirates.
"Hah~! What a beautiful day for sailing, isn't it Orochi-kun?" said the relaxed teen leaning against the side with her hands folded behind her head, each one wearing her red gloves.
"Yosh, now we need to plan for what we need for a crew, Rose-sama" the green snake agreed.
"Yep! I've decided for a First Mate… she'll be a Musician!"
"Erm, I think we should save that thought for later…" the snake sweatdropped.
"Hey Orochi-kun"
"Yes"
"We're trapped in a whirlpool" the Strawhat girl said, with a cheerful expression.
D:
Much to the snake's horror she was right.
The Mystery Raft was being dragged into a giant swirl in the water, drawing closer and closer to its centre. This caused the Will of D carrier's pet to drop its jaw and eyes to shoot out with comical tears.
"WAAAAAHH! WHEN DID IT? … HOW LONG WAS THIS HERE?!"
"We were sailing into for about 5 minutes now" the girl told raising an eyebrow as if the serpent just asked a stupid question.
"YOU KNEW BUT DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?!" scold the snake, now comically angry at his absent-minded master. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?!"
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The next day…
The day after was the same as before. Calm clear cerulean waters glittering as the sun high in the sky shone brightly on it. The blue skies were clear apart from a few odd clouds and the flocks of happy, soaring seagulls screeching in the distance... Oh yes, and a giant whirlpool swirling in the middle of the ocean was gone.
It was a peaceful day at sea.
D:
But the little boat carrying Rosemary and Orochi, were not to be seen. A few hours past and a rather large, beautifully orange, cruise ship could be seen and sound of horn blaring out could be heard from miles away. Even though it looked delicatly beautiful, it was sturdy enough to survive through the fierce storms of the Eastern seas with very little worry.
BUMP!
All of a sudden, two sailors aboard the ship heard a light bump from the side of their ship. They looked down over the side to see what it was. There they spotted a large, wooden barrel floating in the rippling waves of the sea. The two men blinked and looked at each other.
"Where the heck did that barrel come from?" they thought.
They wondered for a seconds of where that barrel came from but soon dismissed that thought. Wherever it came from, the men didn't give a damn. Now, they were curious about what was inside it one of them grabbed a nearby rope, preparing to turn it into a lasso.
If that barrel was full of Sake and no one else was around, it was theirs now, right?
BONK!
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The scene switches to inside the ship...
It was even more stunning. It had a white, marble floor that was so clean you eat off of it and pillars with yellow tinsel decorations. Many passengers both young and old, all looking posh and rich but that on a noble level, sat on fine tables covered in white sheets and chairs that looked like they were made by skilled carpenters.
The cruise was hosting a formal danceball for rich passengers to the Yotsuba Islands before a comdic's standup comedy. Everyone mingled, chatted and dined on some of the most expensive culinary food in the East and drinking their fine champagne.
:D
"Oi Kevin! We need you to help reel in a barrel we just found!" called out a blonde sailor.
"Fine!" said the annoyed voice of a young boy. "But when I become a Fleet Admiral you're going to start treating me with RESPECT!"
Name: Bengal D. Kevin
Profession: Chore Boy.
Species: Human.
Age: 15.
Home: East Blue (Dusk Island).
Devil Fruit: None.
Belief: Moral Justice
Animal Theme: Tiger.
Quirks: Can be forgetful at times and impulsive.
Signature Laugh: Shijijijijiji
Dream: To become a Fleet Admiral of the Marines.
Kevin was petite for a boy his age with a white shirt, with some dirt stains and black pants. He stood 5'5 ft. had dark skin; simple, charcoal eyes and black hair that formed a large, messy afro. He wore thick square shades above his eyes that one would find on a pop-star poser.
All the men and women in the kitchen with the boy stared surprise for a few seconds while blinking before bursting into laughter.
"You, a Fleet Admiral?! Yeah right!" his senior chuckled.
"I'm serious!" Kevin yelled with a popped vein pointing his finger at them. "Once I'm done working here I'm going to join the Marines and clean up in this sea-"
SMAK!
A dripping wet rag was thrown in his face by one of the cooks, causing everyone but the victim to laugh even louder. When the white cloth was slowly peeled off his face by gravity, the chore boy's irritated look turned into an 'Oh you did not just do that' look.
"You wanna clean up?" the seaman asked. "Well after you've put away the creates you start by cleaning up the floor"
The teen's eyes were shadowed by his 'fro but despite muttering some complaints under his breath, he proceeded to follow his senior out, ignoring the giggling behind his back.
:D
Along the way he noticed the people have stopped dancing from a window outside and was now gathering round a strange looking, lanky man in his 30's.
He was 7"5', with brown hair, fair skin and black eyes. But those were Kevin's favourite features about that guy.
He wore a pink tuxedo with a purple bowtie and white buttoned-shirt underneath. He also had blue pants, voluminous eyelashes and fat, red lips.
"Ah, man, they're hosting a rakugo now?" the chore boy grumbled. "I was hopin' ta see that later to hear his jokes."
Even though he looked weird, he heard he was funny.
"Well, you'll have to wait for another, future Fleet Admiral" his sempai said, annoying the kid. "Now, come on, that barrel's not going to move itself."
"Fine, fine."
:d
The comedic surveyed the audience from his place on the stage while spinning like ballerina with the 'Strictly come dancing' theme playing. Some of the viewers were confused by his fashion sense; others found him to be funny.
"Laddies, gentlemen, children of all ages… I present to you… me Hanson the Comedic"
The sounds of sounds of cheering and laughter could be heard everywhere on the ship.
"As you can all see I'm not a suspicious-looking person" he called out with a camp accent while dancing like a ballerina.
"Actually I'd say you're obviously a suspicious-looking person" Kevin murmured to himself.
"On my travels," he began, "I meet many interesting people and hear many things. Which stories would you like to hear?" He cupped a hand to his ear. "I hear: Miyamoto Saito the 'Twin Blades'. Very well then, I shall tell you what I know of this late outlaw. I have never met this merciless demon myself. The fact that I am sitting before you proves that."
The audience laughed out loudly.
:D
Kevin tuned out the rest of the stories and carried on towards his seniors that were calling for him. If such a criminal was still alive, he'd love to fight him. Hell, he'd give someone's right arm for the chance to get into the Marines to follow his dream.
But there was something about that man's smirk when he left.
Good start, huh.
A 'rakugo' is a traditional Japanese comic. Usually male, these performers sit on a stage and tell jokes to the audience.