Hey there everyone. Yes, this is another OC story...but these seem to be popular and I've really always wanted to do one...Also, for now, I am ONLY accepting crew members. I personally love making up my own villains. However if I ever get writer's block I'll be sure let you submit them.

Here's the format. Be sure to give details or I won't accept it.

Name:

Age:

Abilities:

Personality:

Appearance:

Background:

Dream:

And without further ado, I give you the story. Enjoy.

It has been 25 years since the death of The Second Pirate King, Monkey D."Strawhat" Luffy has been executed by the World Government. Unlike the execution of The First Pirate King, Gold Roger, which was done in a very public and showy fashion to demonstrate the power and glory of the World Government that ended up backfiring, this one was done in the reverse fashion: He was executed quickly in an unknown location with no witnesses, the whole ordeal shrouded in secrecy. This was done to portray Luffy as a weak man who had met a pitiful end, but like the first, had also failed. For he had his loyal crew spread word throughout the world that he, like Roger before him, was able to gather all of his treasure in one place, therefore continuing this great era of piracy and adventure...

The sun shone brightly on the small, East Blue island. The island, known as Ford Island, was a rather dry place, almost akin to a desert island. Despite that fact, it had a respectable amount of people living on it, who had constructed a village on the island known as Bean Village. Today, there seemed to be some sort of ruckus going on...

"Hello? Anyone here?." Spoke a gruff voice as it's owner dropped something heavy on the front of a doorstep of a large looking house in the village. The man was quite chubby and had five-o'clock shadow on his fat face. He was dressed like a cowboy, with a ten-gallon hat and cowboy boots.

The door opened and an old man with a thick, gray mustache and similar attire opened the door. "What is it?" He snapped. The man pointed to the object he dropped. Though it wasn't and object, rather, it was a person, a boy of about 17, with a short, black hair with a plain white shirt and khaki pants, both which had spots of dirt on them. Around his neck there was some sort of necklace, though the design of the pendant the man couldn't make out from where he was standing. His hands had been tied behind his back with a piece of rope.

"Caught this kid trying to steal some bread over by the market, Sheriff." Said the fat man. "He's just a kid, but I still think he should at least get a day in jail."

"Hey, I was just tryin' to feed myself! There's nothin' wrong with tryin' to keep myself alive is there?" The boy snapped suddenly as he tried to get up and run away. However it was difficult with his hands tied behind his back. The fat man noticed him trying to escape and stepped on him with his foot preventing him from moving.

"You're not goin' anywhere, kid!" Smirked the fat man. "Well then, I'll leave him in your care." With that, he began to walk away, as the old sheriff dragged the boy into a prison cell.

"You can't keep me in here! This isn't fair!" The boy continued to protest as he was thrown into a cell, struggling to get on his feet, something hard to do with your hands tied behind you.

"Shaddup! You're only gonna be in there for a day, just be quiet and you'll be outta there in no time." Said the sheriff as he returned to his front desk.

"Dammit..." Said the boy as he struggled to break free of the ropes. It was at this point he sensed that he wasn't alone in jail. He quickly turned and noticed a man that was sitting on the floor in the corner.

"Heh, you noticed me." Said the man in an aged voice. His body was concealed by a large green cloak, his head mostly concealed by a large hood, however the boy could make out wrinkles on the man's face, proving that he must be quite old. "There have been people who've gone on for days without noticing me..."

The boy seemed rather creeped out by this man. "W-who are you?" He asked him nervously.

"Heh, I'm nobody..." Said the old man. If one looked close enough they would've noticed that he smirked as he said this. He turned to face the boy for the first time. "So, what brings you here?"

"Keh, got caught stealin' some bread...I can't believe I got caught, I never get caught...I'll tell ya the truth, any other day I coulda beaten that fat bastard who caught me, but I was really hungry and the guy was cheap and attacked me from behind and tied me down...speakin' of which, do ya think you can untie these for me?"

"Sorry, I can't." Said the man. He held up one of his hands, revealing a large amount of bandages on it. "These hands of mine have seen too much action. I can barely even move my fingers, let alone untie a rope..."

"If that's the case, I can help!" Said the boy as he rushed over to the man and suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Hey, what're you..." Protested the man as he struggled to free his arm from the boy's grip. However, as soon as he removed the hand from the boys grip, he suddenly realized he could move his hand properly again. "Wha..." Said the man "I haven't been able to move my hand like this for twenty years.." He thought. "Just what did you do, kid?" He asked.

"Heh, don't tell anyone, but I ate a Devil Fruit." Said the boy.

"A Devil Fruit, did you say boy?" Asked the man with curiosity.

"Yeah, the Chiyu Chiyu Fruit. It let's me heal or fix anything that's broken, including human injuries. And stop calling me "boy". I have a name you know, it's Higashi Moku!"

"Is that so, Moku?" Asked the shrouded man in curiosity as he used his healed hand to untie Moku. "That's quite a powerful ability. Why, you could fight anyone and win just by healing any injuries you get..."

"Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that." Answered Moku. "I can only fix other things, it doesn't work on myself. Plus, even if I could, I wouldn't. That would be cheating!" He added.

"How admirable..." Muttered the man. "You've got some spunk there..."

"Anyway, so what brings you in here?" Asked Moku to the old man. "You're making me say all these things about myself yet I don't know anything about you!"

"It's a long story, I'm sure it would bore you to death." Said the old man flatly.

Before Moku could protest, he heard the sheriff coming towards the cell. He was carrying two bowls of rice. "Here, eat up." He said, putting the bowls through the cell bars. "Even a thief like you deserves to eat sometimes." He said to Moku a bit coldly. With that, he began to leave back to his front desk.

"Finally!" Said Moku as he began to eagerly chow down on the provision given to him.

As Moku was busy eating, the hooded man couldn't help but notice something. "What's that around your neck?" He asked.

"Huh? This?" Said Moku as he glanced at his necklace. It looked to be made of string, but there was a gold pendant that was shaped like an eagle. "This..." Moku said, looking at it with fond memories. "This...is a promise!"

"A promise?" Asked the old man.

"Yeah..." Said Moku, his eyes still fixed on the pendant. "A promise...to become The Pirate King!"

Those words caught the man off guard slightly. "Pirate King? You wanna follow in the footsteps of Gold Roger and Straw Hat Luffy? You wanna find One Piece?"

"Yep! I'm gonna be a great pirate one of these days, just you see!" Said Moku with a big grin.

"The life of a pirate is a tough one." Said the mysterious man. "There'll be a lot of adventure, but also a lot of battles and fights. And if you wanna find One Piece, you're gonna have to go to the Grand Line, where countless have perished. Being aware of all that, do you still wanna do it?"

Moku smiled. "Of course! It wouldn't be any fun if wasn't like that, right?"

The hooded man smiled again. "I suppose you're right." He said admittedly. "But before you start doing any of that stuff, you gotta think about leaving this island. Just when do you intend on doing that?"

"I already decided a long time I was going to leave this island when I turn seventeen." Said Moku. "It seems like a good time to start."

"And just when do you turn seventeen?" Asked the man.

Moku paused for second, as if reluctant to say it. "...Today." He muttered.

"Today?" Said the old man. He suddenly started to breaking into a laugh. "If that's the case then...you just spent your whole birthday in jail! Haha!"

"Hey, shut up!" Said Moku, a bit embarassed. "I was gonna get some food to celebrate it and to bring on my journey just got a little careless this time. I usually never get caught!"

"Well, I'm glad you did." Said the old man. "I wouldn't have been able to meet you if you hadn't..." He then whispered to himself under his breath so Moku wouldn't hear. "It must have been fate that brought him here..."

"Dammit, I'd be sailing on the seas if I hadn't got caught..." Said Moku, somewhat ignoring what the man had said.

"You're a pirate, right?" Said the old man. "Just break out! Pirates don't have to play by the rules!"

"I know that! But how am I gonna break out?" Asked Moku.

"Heh, you've entertained me quite a bit and healed my hand, so I'll help ya out a bit." With that, he stood up for the first time all day and walked over to the jail bars and grabbed one with his healed hand. Then, seemingly using sheer strength alone, pulled the iron bar, causing it to bend and give enough room for someone to escape from.

Moku looked in astonishment. "How...how did you do that?"

"Never mind that, hurry! Your dream as a pirate awaits!" Spoke the old man.

Moku nodded, having become a bit intimidated by this man. "R...right!" He then ran out the entryway created for him and ran towards the front door.

The sheriff heard him and turned around. "Wha,,,how did you escape?" He said as he quickly reached for his pistol.

"Sorry old man!" Said Moku as he punched the sheriff before he could reach his pistol, knocking him to the floor. "Now, find a boat..." He said to himself as he opened the door and ran out of it.

Moku ran throughout the town until he came across a nearby port, which had a few small, wooden boats, enough to fit two or three people. "I'll just take one of these for now..." He said to himself.

"Hold it right there!" He heard a voice say from behind him. He turned to see the fat man in the cowboy hat who had brought him in earlier. "Heh, I saw you escape!" He said, panting, as he had ran the entire distance behind Moku. "Too bad, but I'm gonna be bringing you right back!" He then pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Moku.

"Sorry, but that's not gonna work this time." Said Moku. "HIKOUKEN!" Moku rushed at the fat man with incredible speed, and before the man could shoot his pistol, Moku delivered a swift punch, knocking him backwards.

"Man, I don't know how in the world that guy was able to catch me..." Muttered Moku as he got into one of the boats and set sail off the island.

Meanwhile, the hooded man, now alone in the jail, grinned to himself. "That kid...he's going to make a name for himself, I know it! The winds of change are beginning to blow!" He thought. "The age of pirates will never end!"