Six was used to bad days. Anyone living the Mojave was. When mutated creatures knocked at your door every other day, you ended up preparing for the worst. This day, however, took the cake. That was saying something too, considering he had had two 9mm rounds shot into his skull.

There were a couple things that tipped him off that it was his worst day. One, the Transportalponder he had just used was lying in a broken mess of melted plastic and fried motherboards.

Two, he was nowhere in the Mojave. Walking that desert up and down hundreds of time had ingrained every location into his mind. He had never seen where he was before. From the look of the ocean beside him, he appeared to be on an island. He could feel the humidity through his duster There was a large, multiple storied building rising behind him. A large pool of water stretched out in front of it. Short walls ran along the edge of the compound, but some of them were destroyed.

Three, the people that were staring at him didn't look like Wastelanders at all. They wore open clothing that would do nothing to protect them from radiation or mutated creatures. It looked like something out of a Pre-War movie.

Once his initial surprise had faded, he finally took notice of the situation. Right in front of the building, about ten feet from him, three people stood. The only human was wielding three swords, one in each hand and another in his… mouth? Taking another look, Six confirmed it. `The bandana wearing man in blue was fighting with a katana clenched in his teeth.

The other two looked like the lovechild between Nightkin and Lakelurks. The one fighting the man had the lower body of a human, but the upper body of a shark. His blue body had a large fin growing from his back and his nose elongated into a saw at the end. He was currently trying to stab the sword-wielder with his nose. His friend was a pink octopus-man. The fishman had six arms sprouting from his torso, lined with many suction cups. His mouth looked akin to a trumpet and his grey hair was spiked up.

Turning around, a group of people were gathered behind him. In the large crowd, a few people stood out to him the most. The orange-haired girl in the straw hat, the man in the green coat, another man in a blue jacket, and a black-haired boy with a pair of goggles.

Seeing that the awkward silence was overwhelming, Six decided to break the ice.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Nami stared at the new arrival in shock. The space he occupied had been empty a few seconds before. Arlong seemed to have similar thoughts, briefly relaxing his assault on Zoro to study him. She took this as her chance also.

He wore a faded cowboy hat on his head, the brim of which prevented her from seeing his eyes. Rough stubble covered his sharp jawline. Around his shoulders was a tan duster with the sleeves cut off and a large pattern was drawn across the back. It was a combination of red, white, and blue stars and stripes. Underneath it, he had a flannel with the sleeves rolled up on. A pair of faded, blue jeans were tucked into tall brown boots. Around his pants, was a belt lined with two knife sheaths and a canteen. His glove-clad hands were twitching near his hips. The most interesting thing about him, however, was the glowing, amber bracer around his arm. It was such a stark contrast to the rest of his loadout, that she couldn't help but keep her eyes on it. (A.N. Just look up Lonesome Road DLC. He looks exactly like the cover art.)

Arlong was the first to speak up. "Oh great, another filthy human. Get in line behind the others."

"And why should I do that?" he said, turning to him.

The fishman quickly smacked Zoro to the side and stood up. Nami let a gasp escape her lips and the swordsman went flying into the wall. With a sharp crack, chunks of stone fell off of it and crumbled on top of him. Johnny and Yosaku were quick to his aid, with shouts of "BROTHER!" They started digging through the rubble to try and fish him out.

"Because fishmen are the superior race," Arlong replied, cracking his neck. "I've got a village to destroy and people to kill, so stay out of my way."

After his speech, Nami noticed his fists tighten. He grabbed the brim of his hat and adjusted it. Without it shading his face, she could get a good look at him. There were tons of scars lining his face, ranging from small to large. The three largest being two circular ones on his forehead, and one long gash below his right eye. Speaking of eyes, his were a sharp blue and were blazing with hatred. When they narrowed on Arlong, Nami was surprised to see both fishmen take an involuntary step back. (A.N. Terrifying Presence)

"Hachi, go take care of the cook," Arlong ordered, a little more cautious this time. "I'll finish this trash quickly."

The octopus nodded and started to sprint towards the water. Nami put her hands to her mouth. With Zoro out, there was no one to delay the fishman from stopping Sanji. 'Come on, Luffy. Hurry up.'

A sudden bang snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes widened when Hachi stumbled, before falling to the ground in a pool of steadily growing blood. Glancing for the source of the attack, she focused her gaze on the man in the duster.

She hadn't even seen him draw it, but In his hand he held what looked to be a pistol. Only normal pistols had no effect on fishmen. That was one of the many reasons they considered themselves a superior race. The gun in his hand, however, was far from ordinary. There was no flint to strike on the outside, all the components appeared to be within the gun.

Arlong turned to the man with fury on his face. "YOU DARE ATT-AGHHH!"

His sentence was cut short, when, in a flash of blue light, the man had slammed a fist into his face. The force of his punch had sent the sharkman flying backwards into the other end of Arlong park. With a loud boom, he slammed into the stone barrier and broke through it.

"After Nipton," he began, slowly walking over to where Arlong had fallen. Nami noticed something new about him. The fist he had just punched him with was covered in a bulky, blue gauntlet. It was covered in worn scratches and looked like it had seen its use in battle. "I pledged never to let another town fall victim to the horrors of a massacre. If you think that I'll let you do that, then you're more insane then I am. And that's saying something."

Nami's jaw dropped. Here was a random stranger, willing to sacrifice his life to save her village. She smiled as her eyes watered. Maybe he could buy them enough time for Luffy to get on scene.

The rubble that had collapsed around her previous boss shook. With a great push, Arlong shoved the stone off of himself and stood up. The look he sent to the stranger caused the villagers to take five or more steps backwards. He opened his mouth to speak when he was interrupted.

"HEY, MYSTERY MAN! SWITCH!"

The cat-burglar looked up happily. Luffy was currently flying through the air going straight for the newcomer. He stretched out both his arms, fully intent on flinging the man out of the way. However, he wanted no part in that. Nimbly dodging Luffy's hands, he caught the rubber man and set him down.

"I can see you want to kick this guy's ass as much as I do, kid, but he's mine. There are few things I hate more in this world than people like him."

Luffy looked at the man defiantly. "No way! He made Nami cry, so I've got to beat him up!"

"Sorry, but no can do. I swore an oath against this sort of thing, the kind that is bound through blood and turmoil. You understand, right?"

Nami could see the gears turning in Luffy's head, which surprised her. Normally, Luffy would just charge in their and take on Arlong, regardless of what the other man said. The fact that he was actually thinking about it intrigued her. A quick nod signaled his decision. (A.N. Confirmed Bachelor)

"Aright," he said. "But if you win, you have to join my crew. My ship needs a gunner."

The man let out a grin and tipped his hat. "If that's what it takes, kid, then I'll gladly do it. You're just going to have to explain some things to me when I'm done."

Wordlessly, Luffy walked over to Nami. He grabbed his hat off her head and sat down with his legs crossed. She fell to the ground next to him.

"Why did you let him take this fight and why did you already give him an invite to our crew?"

Luffy didn't move his eyes from where the two men were standing. "The mystery man needs it more than I do and he's strong. I could feel it just from standing next to him. Who knows, maybe he's a musician too!"

Nami shook her head and turned her attention back to the action. The two of them were standing twenty feet from each other. Arlong's face had a dark bruise forming on the side where he punched him. Spitting out a glob of blood, he glared darkly at the stranger. "And who do you think you are, challenging the master race?"

"That's not important," he grunted, readying his gauntlet. Meanwhile, he pulled a bloodstained knife from his sheath and gripped it in his offhand. "But, if you have to know, then I'll tell you."

"I'm the Courier."

Alright, so short chapter, I know. I just wanted to do a short one of these to see if there is any interest in me continuing it. I'll definitely do one or two more chapters, but, if it takes off, I'll do as many as I can.

There are probably questions about how the Courier is built. Well, he has maxed SPECIAL and all perks. I know what you must be thinking. "Wow, what an original concept! How did he ever come up with it?" Hear me out. The strength of the characters in One Piece is ludicrous. Really, it is. I feel it is only fair for the Courier to be maxed to give him a chance.

He has all the unique variant weapons, and any category that doesn't have a unique, like the baseball bat or the katana, I'll be making one for it.

Thanks all for reading, leave your comments, criticism, and concerns down below, and I hope you enjoy.