This is my first (and most likely only) fanfic; however, it is a continuous series, taking place in Story Arcs. There will likely be more pieces based both before and after this arc once it is completed.

"One Piece" is copywrite of Eiichiro Oda. All original concepts, characters and ideas are copywrite of Richard Carr (CaptainBadger) and Jimmy Hartill.

"Kingdom of Oz" Arc written by Richard Carr, and contains parodies of and references to L. Frank Baum's "The Wizard of Oz". Enjoy

Prologue: A Dark and Stormy Night

A pair of weary eyes peered into the night's sky over the rim of a tankard, looking listlessly through the steamy, rain-battered window as the ale sank pleasantly down the man's gullet. Wiping an escaping dribble of the booze from his wiry beard using his sleeve, Captain Horatio Badger placed his mug back on the side of the bar, and swivelled on his stool to face his eager-eyed first mate, Arachna D. Seth.

"So Half-Pint, what's the situation?" he said, placing his now unburdened hand upon the scruffy, torn up leg of his trousers. Seth's eyes rolled back into his head for a moment; half in sincere thought about what had happened to the rest of the crew, and half in wonderment of why he was being called Half-Pint by a man who was at least an inch shorter than him. After a slight pause, his thoughts gathered themselves in a way which was more or less comprehensible.

"Well Cap'n, Vince is currently crying in his cabin," he started, glancing momentarily out of the window, the Tanuki-Go barely visible as it bobbed gently just above the coastline, "I think he muttered something nasty about hormonal gorillas and raw fish and slammed his door shut."
"So, how is Boboette?" Badger quickly inquired.
"Oh, she's having her 'lady times'," Seth replied, completely oblivious to the implications behind this euphemism; 'lady times' is just what Badger had told him to call it when Boboette had nearly removed his arm from its socket, "and I think she may have got into the food storage rooms…"

Badger practically growled. "It's never gonna be simple, is it?" he muttered, before returning to the matter at hand, "And what about the others?"
"Oh, everyone else is exploring the town. Except Locke. He's sat just outside the door, said he'd keep an eye out in case any Marines show up. Plus, I think he likes the rain. Doesn't get much chance to feel water anymore…"
"Hmm, the new bounty posters are gonna make things tougher from here on out…" Badger said, sliding a few slips of paper across the bar towards himself, and then lifting them up to thumb through their contents. "Last Man Standing" Horatio Badger, Wanted Dead or Alive. "Scorpion Tail" Arachna D. Seth, Wanted Dead or Alive. "Artiste" Vince Van Monasso, Wanted Dead or Alive. It was the same old shit, just some new names.

The bounties had taken their sweet time being published, though. Badger had initially thought they'd come from the incidents over the last few islands, as well as general piracy, but after thinking it over this idea became void; after all, only the three of them had bounties at this stage. And that fact brought the origin of these bounties all the way back to the battle with the 5th Brigade; Badger, Seth and Vince were the only 3 to survive that encounter, and that was at least 2 months past now. It must've needed a more public event to make the bounties valid, but these posters had the stench of Hadjuh all over them. For a moment, his mind wandered to the first time these posters had been seen…

Vince came bursting into the room, eyes aglow with a feeling that could only be associated with recognition: "Captain!" he exclaimed, "We've got a fanbase! This young man here asked me to make him posters for his special collection! Take a look at these!"


Badger glanced down at the portraits of himself, Seth and Vince that his cartographer had laid down in front of him. "Not bad…" he muttered, "Not bad at all. Who did you say these were for?"
At that moment, a Marine marched promptly past them, pinning three browning pieces of paper onto a notice board. The images matched perfectly.
"Vince, you're an imbecile…"
"Yessir, but an imbecile that looks damn fine for B50,000,000!"
Badger grunted, "Well, better get out of here before this Marine puppy realises we're he—"

"…Grant any wish he's presented with; anything at all!"

Badger's trip down memory lane was cut short as he heard this snippet of information leaking from a hushed conversation. The bar they were in was not overly populated, so a wanted piece of information could easily flow into every corner of the room. His eyes widened at the possibilities this fact could bring about if true; unwittingly, Badger had just been pushed one step closer to his dream.

Bursting from his seat like a bullet from a rifle, Badger took the distance in three simple strides, before slamming his palm down on the table where an old man was talking to a wide eyed traveller in what they had thought was secrecy. Turning his attention firstly to the younger boy, Badger's eyes seemed to flair with the fires of hell.
"Scram." He said, his voice underlined with menace, only enforced by the poster visible beneath his fingers. The man didn't need telling twice.
Taking the now empty seat, Badger looked up to the man who was telling the stories.

"I believe, Sir, that you have some information that has grasped my interest."
"So it does," the old man replied, a wide smile revealing a mouth containing far fewer teeth than was usual, "I think this may interest you, also."
From the hidden regions of his cloak, he withdrew a shrivelling piece of parchment, rolled into a cylinder of fraying paper. Passing it to Badger, he unrolled it and peered warily into it's contents.

To the bottom right corner of the map, just where the image of the land ended and a set of co-ordinates lay resting, the name was displayed in ornate writing; "The Kingdom of Oz."

"Oz?" Questioned Badger, "OK, I'm intrigued. Do continue, kind sir."

To be Continued…