Ashton Wells threw a rock against the water. The decision to make was tough. Could he steel himself to do it? It was quite a big order…. But in the end, he guessed he must. Sighing slightly, he got up and turned to the man dressed in a black suit behind him.
"So, you're really going to fight me, huh?"
The Shark Pirates raised their swords and yelled "Yes!" in defiance. The Shark Pirates were a fearsome group of Pirates terrorizing the waters of South Blue. As a Marine Captain, it was Ashton's job to defeat them and save civilians.
However, even he had to admit the sight of the 10,000 strong Shark Pirates was a fearsome sight. He wasn't particularly rattled by their threatening shark mouth tattoos as by their expert swordsman captain and their 5000 member "Swordsman Club", who had very sharp-looking katanas.
He grinned at the Shark Pirates, as he turned his arms into emerald. He charged with a yell, but it was drowned in the shouting of 10,000 angry men.
10 hours of rough fighting later.
Ashton rubbed the blood from his forehead as he took out yet another Shark Pirate. Blood was flowing like a river from his numerous stab wounds and gunshot holes. But he had to keep going. For justice. Stab. He threw yet another punch with his emerald fists…. Bang. He felt the pirate's skull crack…Slash. Ouch, that hurt.
Ashton could feel the semblance of life seeping from his body. But he kept fighting. A pirate was coming towards him. Or was it two pirates? Ashton didn't know, but he decided to charge the one on the left.
That was the wrong move. The real pirate was on his right. Just as Ashton's vision caught on, a sword drove right through his chest.
So he was going to die, huh? Ashton felt kind of sad…. He'd be leaving a wife and 2 year old child all alone, he would have disgraced the Marines, and the Shark Pirates would still be 200 members strong. He sighed, as his mind was filled with a heavy fog, and he closed his eyes.
Flamant Woods sat in his room reading a book. It was not a very gripping tale. In fact, his eyes drifted in and out of focus each time he tried to focus on a paragraph. But reading homework was still homework, and he had to do it if he wanted to stay in school.
His eyes always went back to his father's old flintlock pistol. He had used it in his early days as a Marine, before he had found his Devil Fruit. It held a special place in Flament's heart, because it was a memoir of his father who died in a time before he could remember, or understand.
Flamant sighed. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take a breath of fresh air. He could go bird-hunting with that flintlock. His marksmanship, after all, was something he could count on.
Getting out of bed, he walked to the glass case beneath which the flintlock was placed. He walked out of his room, down the stairs, and past the living room where his mother had fallen asleep on a soft couch. His father's Captain's payments insured that the Woods would remain a relatively rich family for the rest of their lives.
He pushed open the ornately carved mahogany door, and stepped out onto the blinding sunlight. The cobbled street remained mainly empty, as it was early morning. This was good for Flamant. It helped him concentrate better.
Immediately, as if it knew what Flamant wanted, a bird gave a loud squawk. He looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, a crow was flapping its way towards him. He lifted up the pistol, and fired one shot. Immediately, the bird begin dropping.
As it hit the cobblestones, a large pear shaped slightly gray fruit rolled away from its beak. Flamant went closer to investigate what it was…
So, that was the introduction chapter to my new story. IF you can, feel free to leave a review or criticism. Thanks for reading!
Next Chapter: Ch.1-Free! Sneak Peek:
"Wow! I can really fly! Hahaha!"