This is my first fan fiction, so please rate and review.
As the sun escapes the sky fleeing over the horizon, a crescent moon began to shine into view over the island of Jaya. While the docks calm down and become still, the town is still buzzing. Lights from windows illuminate the eccentric Mock Town. The town has seen more and more pirates as of late as the death of Whitebeard was nearly month ago. Talk of the battle at Marineford has slowed downed, but new waves of pirates are beginning to fill the sea.
A big party at the resort is beginning, taverns begin to fill up, and sailors from every blue come under the same roof to share a pint. In one such tavern, a certain buccaneer shuffles his way into a tavern and finds himself a vacant table. Tired after a crazy day dealing with crazy pirates across town, he wanted to relax with a drink. Although he has average-looking sailor attire wearing a baggy brown pair of pants, a once white shirt, and a sword on his belt, the bright blue hair makes him stand out from the next scurvy mongrel. His large, brown boots made a loud clumping sound wherever he walked. Upon closer inspection, the young man appeared to have heavy metallic armlets on both forearms.
This sailor goes by Takashi. The cheer young man begins to down his first of the evening. He realizes how beautiful the night is and wants to enjoy it to the fullest. As time passes, most of the tables in the Oystery Voyage fill up.
Warmed with a drink, Takashi tries his charm by winking at the barmaid as she wiped down the table. Not impressed, the maid gives small smile and disappeared into the mob of the people at the bar. Sighing Takashi realizes he will have more chances. Takashi takes a moment to listen to the music played by the band in the corner. Takashi revels in the melody vaguely remembering the tune. It was an old sailor's song forgotten by most of the younger sailors. Takashi respects the golden age of piracy and the music that accompanies it.
Just then, a body goes through his table and Takashi gets drenched by the other tankards on the table. He looks to see who the perpetrator is and sees a girl no older than him cracking her knuckles satisfied with the victory. She had on a blue bandanna covering her long black hair and an eye patch over her left eye. She wore a long, black coat covering her black clothes underneath.
Standing right next to her is a towering figure that Takashi makes out to be a merman. The merman was shaking his head looking down in annoyance with the girl. The two walked up to the table. The woman says to the unconscious man on the ground, "Next time you try to woo a woman, do it with words not with your hands."
The merman replies to the girl, "Kara, don't kill every man who likes you." He sighed. Looking up he sees Takashi drenched in beer because of the incident. He blurted out in a nervous voice, "Oh, sorry Mr. Blue Hair. My captain has quite the temper. Um, she is very sorry don't be angry with her."
The captain retorted, "Shut up, Atsuko! Don't apologize to him, he was in the way that's all. Stuff like this happens in this stupid town. It's a town for screw-ups." With that, she turned to walk back to her seat. As she turned back, the man on the floor sprang up and pulled out a gun.
"You bitch! That isn't enough to put me down." He yelled. Kara, caught off guard, froze for a moment. Before anyone could move a muscle, the man suddenly froze up.
"Attacking people from behind is not too manly is it, buddy? Especially if it is such a sweet maiden as she." Takashi whispered in the man ear. The man crumbled to the ground and lay there unconscious. At this point, everyone in the bar was silent and was turned to see what all of the ruckus was. Takashi laughs scratching his head and says, "Don't worry, he's not dead, so get on with the merriment." Sure enough the people went back to their merry ways of drinking and partying.
Kara shocked more by Takashi's quick moves than the retaliation of the man, invited Takashi over to her table. "You know I had him, Mr. Show-off, but thank you anyway. I'll buy you a drink." Kara waved at the barmaid to bring another round of drinks. "So, what is your name, sailor?"
"You may call me Takashi. Um, while I appreciate a drink, could I also get a towel?" the young man replied.
"Oh, sorry again," chimed in the merman. "Whoops, sorry Kara, I forgot not to say sorry. Um, here is a towel Takashi." The merman handed Takashi a small towel looking a little embarrassed.
"As you heard, this is Atsuko and I'm Kara. Now that that is settled, I was wondering if you would want to sail with us on our pirate ship." Kara said in a calm tone.
"Well, that was blunt," replied Takashi chuckling. "Well, I guess it could be fun and I have been searching for some work. How big is this crew of yours?"
In a matter of fact voice Kara said, "Just us two and now you. Everyone else is, how should I say, no longer our accomplices in crime."
"Oh, well then, I guess that is cool. I'm in." Takashi decided smiling at his new captain.
"Welcome to the Dead Eye Pirates. Meet us at the docks tomorrow morning, we set sail at dawn." Kara said with a grin.
The Dead Eye Pirates partied most of the night celebrating a new crewmate unaware of the adventures that lie before them. Leaving the tavern, Takashi decided to take a stroll around the town. The street lights guiding his path, he made his way slowly down to the wharf. He liked taking strolls in the early hours of the morning because it was the most peaceful time of the day. None of the craziness of the day Looking up at the stars, Takashi gave a sigh of relief, grinned, and thought to himself, "This is going to be interesting."