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Ch 1

In the blue sky, it seemed rather restful for the single seagull in the sky, spreading his wings to enjoy soaking in thermals and rise upwards. Unfortunately, it took in it's last breath, as if some invisibile hand had grabbed it's neck and started crunching the small bones. It squawked it's last breath, dangling in mid-air before falling limp wondering what killed it.

5 seconds later, it's buffalo-size body landed on the deck of a massive viking-inspired ship with 4 floors. The mast was a serpent dragon with blue skin, and the wood that supported it was Adam Wood, which was bought with blood money. 5 different cannons of various sizes were on the top deck and one in the crow's nest, awhile rows of them were down below. But what was really strange about it was the navy sails that had several dolphins painted on them.

"Great...another thing for me to put away..." A green-haired chore boy muttered, walking over to the giant seagull in order to lift it over his shoulder with ease. "Cresendo might like this though..." A blush crossed his face as he went below deck towards the mess hall.

As he walked in, he noticed the captain over in the V.I.P. table, getting chummy with a bunch of women seamen with decent figures. He knew the captain well, a commander of the seas with a reputation for winning battles on sea and land, the mighty Captain Alto of the Red Strings of Fate. Slender, yet a little fat, strong, but with pink muscle, long black hair and a smile so devilish that it was bewitching. He wore the uniform of the Navy proudly, but the sleeves were torn and there were multiple holes in it for some odd reason, not to mention thick lensed glasses that were extremely dirty. However, despite him being young (he'll be 23 in 6 months), he didn't seem to be happy.

According to ship rumors, the Ship's cook had gone off to get ingredients using one of the lifeboats, leaving a note of her coordinates. The captain was devastated, but after learning that his First Mate, Helmsman, Sniper and Shipwright had also taken boats to different islands, he had fallen into depression. The 76 root beers weren't doing his stomach well either, he had completely swore off alcohol when his last ship was sunk by randomly appearing iceburgs.

"Another round on me!" Alto rambled, hiccuping every few seconds as the girls massaged him as best as they could. His pink muscles were very tense and restricted, due to the pressure and the lack of good pirates to fight.

A Lieutenant Junior Grade officer ran in, carrying a red Den-den Mushi in his hands as if it was of some importance. As soon as he got to the table, he saluted his superior and bowed. "Important call for you sir! All the way from Marine headquarters!"

"You do realize I'm still eating, right? What could be so important that disturbs my meal?" Alto grumbled, placing aside his plate as he picked up the reciever. "Hello? This is Captain Alto speaking?" His eyes widened in shock for a few shocks, then went lax. "Hello, sir. It has been a long time. Yes, I have seen the wanted posters. I am still a bit annoyed that the media failed to get his first name though. Yes, I have heard that a small armada has been deployed for the purpose of finding them as well as the other high bounty-ranked pirates. No doubt you plan the same thing that happened to Gol D. Roger, eh? No sir, I'm not being sarcastic. It just don't seem normal to 'kill off' normal civilians that once knew the pirates through spying and secret assassination. Yes, sir. Better to do that once the bounties go up. Me? Currently, the normal crew is fine, but my Lieutenant-Commanders and Commanders are currently at various islands, either getting supplies or doing spy work for the World Government. Very well then, I will have the ship restocked, then we will search for them. Then we will begin to collect those vicious pirates." With a deep sign of relief, he put the reciever down, as well as the wired earplugs which would 'silence' the slug so the words would reach only his ears.

Every member of the ship turned to face their captain as he stood up, his aura immense and dark with hatred. "ATTENTION, MEN AND WOMEN OF THE GANDROS LEVIATHAN! AS OF TODAY, WE WILL BE GOING TO COLLECT OUR COMRADES IN BATTLE! THE WORLD IS CORRUPTED BY THE PIRATE GERM, AND IT IS OUR DUTY, OUR RIGHT TO ARREST THEM AND BRING THEM TO JUSTICE! NOT ONLY FOR THE WORLD GOVERNMENT, BUT FOR ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUFFERING!" Wild cheers and hollering could be heard from the crew as they stood up and saluted their captain for making a grand speech.

"Are you going to eat that?" Alto looked down to see little Cresendo, a 10 year old Cabin girl in a pink seaman uniform with brown paw prints etched on it. She looked pale and sickly, with 3 days of insommia on her face from doing chores day in and out. Her long black hair was placed into a thick braid held in place by rubber bands and wool string, which only missed touching the floor by 3 inches, as it was almost as long as her 5'2" body.

"Sure, why not. You've been begging for scraps for a while now anyways, and I don't have much of a appetite. But I guess why most people on the crew call you the 'Trash Disposal'." Alto said, handing her the plate in a calm way. He knew he will never see the plate again, as he walked through the hallways towards the ladder to the second floor. 'Best tell Requiem that we may have to find the others..."

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Captain Alto: 22 years. In charge of a Navy ship, goes after pirates 50 million and higher, reports to higher ranking officers. No other information.

Cresendo: 10 years. Cabin girl, always hungry, said to roam around towns devouring pirates in her spare time although the bodies are never found. No other information.

Requiem: 16 years. Navigator, and tends to get on everyone's nerves as despite her beauty, she never flirts with any of the male crewmen. Indifferent to everything and anyone, a blank slate. No other information.

Gandros Leviathan: The Navy Ship, viking-inspired. Speciality: Heavy firepower and ground-to-air mortar cannons, as well as a strong foundation made of Adam Wood. No prison cells inside though, but is equipped with all the essentials of living for several weeks without being on land. Very slow.