A note before hand: I wrote this story in German – Nicht Nach Plan – years ago, but I do not like it anymore, hence I am rewriting it and translating it into English.
#01 Bink's Sake, Grim Reaper's Most Hated & A Different Kind Of Hansel and Gretel Trail.
Sometimes I wondered how I always managed to end up in situations that could easily get me killed and yet, still, somehow always survive them. In the underground world my.. gift of surviving.. made people believe I was like a cat and had nine lives but my captain, on the other hand, liked to refer to my inability to die as being hated by the grim reaper himself, and though this sounded kind of funny to me at first, I began to believe with the years passing that this might truly be the reason why I was still wandering this earth.
"Going to deliver Bink's sake– following the sea breeze–" I mumbled quietly as I stumbled through the dark alleys of the island we anchored at early this morning. It has been a rough night, just like most of my nights, but it seemed that, no matter how much time passed, I could never truly get used to these kind of things.
The heavy brown sack I that had carried on my shoulder for the past twelve kilometers was dyed in a deep dark red tone from the blood I was covered in, the liquid life dripping down from it and leaving a trail behind me. Half of the blood? Mine. The other half? Probably the blood of a man. Maybe more than one man, though. But since every one stepping in front of me always bled to death by my feet like pigs, without exceptions, I never bothered remembering their names.
"Riding on the waves– Far across the salty depths–" I continued the song, abruptly stopping as the sound of echoing laughter had reached my ears. Hurriedly, had I pulled out a small sharp crystal and clutched it, carefully taking a look around the corner only to see a couple of intoxicated men stumble out of a 24-hours open bar, yelling some incomprehensible slurred words into the dark of the night before vomiting their guts out.
An amused sound escaped my throat as I watched them for a brief moment before I placed the crystal back inside of my boot and continued to wend my way. The cold night air mixed with the scent of the salty sea swirled around my nose as I closed my eyes for a short moment, breathing it in and emptying my thoughts. A distant gun shot ripping through the silence of the night brought me back into reality as I adjusted the heavy sack on my back with a sigh and continued walking.
"Yo-hohoho, Yo-hohoho, Yo-hohoho, Yo-hohoho–" I murmured the broken bits and pieces I knew from the pirate song. Why I was singing it? That I did not know myself, but I remembered how the drunken pirates from my home island often used to tell me how the song was meant to lift the spirit of whom ever was singing it, and even though it never really worked for me, I still found a sense of comfort in it.
"Kibishii." A rough, familiar voice suddenly called out for me as I stepped foot onto one of the ships laying at anchor at the east side harbor.
"How was your mission? Did you get it?" The figure asked, stepping out of the darkness under the light of the waxing moon, earning a mirthless laugh from me in wordless response to a stupid question like that.
"It went just according to plan. Captain." I finally said as I noticed the dangerous glister in the male's eyes, throwing the bag right in front of his polished black boots. A grin spread upon his dark lips that you would believe was supposed to be threatening if you didn't know him better.
"Good job, Kibishii." the male said as he grabbed my chin by surprise while I only glared up at him.
My Captain. – Eustass Captain Kidd.
Bounty: 470.000.000 Berry.