Hi guys. I am back with my new story. I will post in Break the World next month once I have finished the two chapters I am writing. Sorry it's sorry late guys. I was 18 hours with work and sleeping when I got home. But now work has queited down. The reason why work was so crazy was because our manager quit and I was taking over until we got a new one. I will be studying to be a manager after the New Years and co-managering with someone.
So enjoy the new story and chapter and look out for my new chapters for Break The World next year. Happy New Years everyone.
Rise
The Lone Pirate
A lone young man with dark purple-hair and bright pink eyes sat at a table. Well, that last crew really didn't work out like he had thought it would. Maybe he was best off doing what his best friend and older brother figure suggested and just start his own crew? But that just seemed like so much work! Joining a crew would be that much easier! It meant he wouldn't have to be in charge of anything or have to worry about if his crewmates were up to scratch. He wouldn't have to worry about money or how to get it or worry about making sure they had a good ship. He wouldn't have to worry about looking for suitable people for his crew either.
But at the same time. Maybe that would be better and easier to do than just trying to find a crew and not being to match their chemistry? After all, for a crew to work, they have to have good chemistry with each other. And he just couldn't seem to fit in or match with other people's. The young man also wasn't a fan of having to follow orders either, he prefers to do his own thing and let others do the same. Which he could tell his crew if he was the captain.
So on one hand being captain and putting together a crew seemed like the best and easiest way to go. While on the other, it was just so much work and the dark purple-haired young man really didn't want to do all of the work. Especially if it didn't end up working out. What if he put together a crew and it all just fell apart? The time, effect, energy and emotions of doing all of that to just to fall apart didn't seem worth the hassle.
Although, at the same time, what if it did work? What if it didn't fall apart and all worked out in the end? That would be worth the effect.
The young man in his early twenties scratched his head as he was thinking. He hated thinking, it always gave him a headache. What should he do? What should he do?
He looked up as a young lady put food down in front of him. Food! He might as eat and stopping thinking. Wasn't thinking on an empty stomach a bad thing or something way? He was sure there was a saying or something related to it, but he wouldn't remember what it was.
"Thanks," he smiled as he started eating the food in front of him right away. Food! Sweet food! How he missed thy! Why does he always binge eat when he's in pubs or taverns? Maybe if he gets a crew together, he should make that their chef is good at cooking. He is sick and tired of bad food, which he usually gets when with pirate crews. Hence why he loves tavern and pub food.
He was sure there were pirate crews with good cooks on it, but he has just yet to meet or travel with them.
Yeah, it might just be easier to put together his own crew so that makes sure he has an excellent chef who can cook good food. Food was one of the most important things to him.
So was people who took care of their own weapons. The purple-haired young man loved his guns to pieces. They have never let him down, unlike people. Humans, for whatever reason. Always seem to make promises that they cannot keep and he hated that. So he did his best to not make promises he was sure he could not keep or definitely couldn't keep. Makes everything easier that way, at least he thought so.
Speaking of promises. The aspiring pirate whistled a few times, a bird came flying over to him. Peeking at his food. It wasn't just any bird though, it was big like an eagle but coloured like a hawk with the quietness of an owl. The bird was rare, and many people wanted it. But they would have to get through the young man and his guns to get to the bird. It was one of the rarest around, not that he knew it. He had found his bird as an egg, and it hacked not long after he picked it up. So for him, the bird has always been his regardless if he was rare or just a common bird.
They have been together for a long time, and he wasn't going to give him up for anything.
"Oi, my food," he told the bird as he put a bowl down in front of him. The rather large bowl had raw meat in it. "That's yours, now after we eat you need to deliver a message to you-know-who." The eagle looking squeaked in response and started eating. It seemed fine with that.
The lone pirate looked around the tavern as he was eating. The question is who should he ask to join his new crew? What kind of people does he want in the crew? Other than the obvious of someone who is an excellent cook and people who can look after their weapons.
Well, first things first. The young man was going to eat his food then look for an appropriate First Mate. Someone strong, maybe good with swords or has devil fruit powers or something cool like that.
People were whispering around him. He was wondering how long it would take for people to recognise him. It already had a few whispering and the nickname of the Lone Pirate going around the pub. But at the moment he can, he will change that nickname!
What should he change it to those? Twin Pistol? Firestorm? Fire Gun? Twin Guns? Flaming Bullet? The Fire Bullet?
Firestorm sounds pretty good. It was exciting and cool sounding. It was pure awsomeness, like Fire-Fist Ace!
The young man's eyes may not have looked like it. But he was looking around the room to see if there were any interesting people around him. There didn't seem to be. Until he suddenly got up and with his plate of food and his drink and sat down next to a tall person wearing a white cloak with a hood. His bird just stay at the table eating.
"You seem interesting!" The pirate said as he sat next to the person at the bird as put his things down and kept eating.
"And you seem like trouble," the person under the hood of the white cloak replied as he was eating his soup with some bread. "What do you want?"
"I like interesting people."
"I don't."
"Oh don't be that way!" Laughing as he slapped the other on the shoulder. "I was thinking of starting up a crew! You should join!"
"Why should a crew with a pirate with a record like yours? Do you know what they say about you, don't you, alone Pirate?"
"That I'm a crew jumper? I know," he said waving it off like it was no big deal. "I left those crews because they weren't the right one for me. I mean, they're cooks were either terrible, or they were awful at taking care of their weapons. Oh, let's not forget the crew where the captain's only concern was going to port, drinking and sleeping around with every woman he could get his hands on. There was the crew with poor taste in just about everything. And the crew who was only interested in me to be their watchdog. I'm not a watchdog."
"I didn't ask for your life story about why you left the crews you joined," the cloaked figure said, with what the pirate was sure an eye roll. "But if you're aware of your own reputation. Then you can understand why I am going to be turning you down. Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I'm not interested in joining a crew where the captain might just abound it at a moment notice because he seems to be a picky little shit."
"I'm not picky. I have standards, and none of those guys lived up to them. There's a different," the purple-haired young man huffed. "Besides, that's why I am starting up my crew now! I can kick the ass of whoever doesn't live up the standards I will put in place!" Laughing it off like it was the funniest thing in the world. "Jajajajaja!"
"Still not interested," the cloak wearing person informed him.
"Oh come on! Please! You look like an interesting person, so I want you as my first mate! It will fun! I swear!"
"You don't know me, and I don't want whatever trouble you will surely get me into if I joined you. I already have my own troubles, I don't need yours added on to-"
"You! Magician!" A voice shouted and echoed out through the tavern. The person wearing the white cloak sighed. Great, it seems one of his troubles is here. "You owe me money!"
"I owe you nothing. You lost that money fair and square," the cloak wearer informed the man who stormed up to. "And I am not a magician." An illusionist, sure. A trickster, probably. An escape artist, oh he loves it when he gets to that. But a magician? Nope. There was nothing magical about him.
"Then how else do you explain the things you do?" The man shouted.
"If you're too stupid to work it out, then there is clearly no point in explaining it to you," the 'magician' responed.
"You can do magic tricks? That's so cool!" The pirate said really excited.
"I don't do magic tricks," the white cloak wearer sighed. "I do illusions, tricks and escapes. There isn't anything magical about it. It's about misdirection, miscommunication, confusing and outwitting whatever idiot is in front of you. There is no magic involved whatsoever."
"Are you call me an idiot, boy?" The man said as he grabbed the white cloak wearer. The hood of the cloak falling off his head to show a very handsome young man with longer than most males had maroon-coloured-hair and soft baby blue eyes.
"If the shoe fits," the young man smirked.
"Why you damn little shi-" the man started as he was getting ready to punch the young man until a gun appeared in his face. Then the angry man stopped dead in his tracks.
"That's my future First Mate you're trying to hit," the pirate said in a rather annoyed voice. "If anyone is going to hit him for any reason, it will be me. Now back the fuck off unless you want to blow your idiot head off your idiot shoulders."
Blue eyes looked up to see the actual pure annoyance in the pink eyes of the pirate by the fact that the man had hit him. They didn't even know each other, and yet the pirate was sticking up for him and seemed to be trying to protect him. That was something that has never happened before. Maybe the pirate wasn't as bad as he first thought. But he was annoyed by something the pirate said. "Just because you call me your future First Mate doesn't mean I am going to be."
"You will be because I refuse you saying you saying you're not joining! I can't hear you saying no! Lalala!"
"Just how old are you?" The 'magician' asked.
"Just who are you?!" The man shouted as the purple-haired young man kept the gun shoved in his face.
"The name's Connor. Some call me the Lone Pirate," the purple-haired young man said with a wicked grin. "But I have a new name in mind. Call me, Firestorm Connor."