The pirate era. The battle for Marineford. A year has passed since that colossal battle. And a year since the disappearance of the Straw Hat pirates. Some say that Luffy and his crew died in an inferno. Others say he gave up on being a pirate, settled down, and got married. Some said that this was the end of the pirate era, but it wasn't. More pirates have started their own journeys.
This is the story of a ship. A small blue ship with a single mast. A Jolly Roger symbol, a skull and cross-bones, and three talon scratches through it and a snarling Anubis, the Egyptian God who leads death to be judgement, as the figurine head.
On this ship was a pirate and his captain.
The captain was asleep. He was dark-skinned. Besides his dark features there were three dappled white oval markings. Eighteen. There were two bags under his eyes. And his hair was cut with a single slash through the right side of his fuzzy afro hair.
The captain's first mate, and his favorite nakama, was what some would consider a brute. And he was stirring something in a black cauldron. Soup. It was drizzling with rain and he was cooking him soup.
" Come and get it," he said.
The captain woke up. He rubbed the bead out of his eyes and crawled to the cauldron, his iron deficiency was causing him to feel a little drowsy. The captain was handed a bowl. The chef used a wooden spoon to serve him his soup because they didn't have enough beli to afford a silver spoon or any tapestries. The captain didn't mind. He could eat his nakama's cooking off the floorboards; that's how good of a chef he was.
" I've been thinking," the chef said. " Our next port is Holvöe. And we'll need supplies, right? So I've been doing a bit of reading and I learned there's a man walking around there who's wanted. His name is Maar Eborsisk. Just this once why don't he pretend to be bounty hunters. Let's take him in and snatch his bounty? What do you say, captain?"
The captain finished slurping on his bowl. The soup was still spilling out of his mouth. He wiped it off. The captain glowered at his nakama. Despite the chef's size, he knew not too coil with his captain. When the captain bellowed, the chef felt his heart relieved.
" I've do anything for some shitty meat."
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In a red tavern with the sign, " Shallow Crow!" A man holding the hands of a woman walked in. The woman was pregnant. Seven to eight months at best. The fetus has already grown to the size where it looked like she swallowed a balloon ball.
" This won't take long," the man grunted to the woman.
He swung the doors opened and walked into the tavern. No one paid him much attention. The elders with their long beards and sunken eyes were playing their Black Jack. He wasn't sure if they could even see their cards. The man walked to the bar counter and knocked.
" Give me a shot, please."
The barman was a forty year old man. The barman poured the man four glasses before he stopped.
" How do you wish to pay?" The barman asked.
" Gee, I don't know. I'm a little strife of beli right now. But maybe you can put up a tab for me." The man pulled his coat out. Inside were four vials with compressed red liquids inside. The barman took note of those vials. They were exactly what he was looking for.
" Follow me and stay focused. If you are deceived you are dead."
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The barman brought the western man to the back room. They were surrounded by rows and rows of boxes. The barman, who had his arms crossed and was staring at the western man, wanted the western man to test his product out.
" Well go on," the barman said. " I haven't got all day."
The man took one vial out of his poncho. He shook that poncho, the crimson solution pushing to the peak. He had to be sure the solution turned bright red. It did. The man smashed the vial in his hand as it poured all over his face. First everything was dark. His mind travelled to a purple space. Everything was travelling at light speed. Then he was back in the storage space. Everything was red. He was breathing heavily - feeling like a lion about to pounce. But then the door to the storage pushed open and a marine ran inside. The barman pulled a gun out of his back, but he was too slow. the marine fired a bullet straight through his head and he collapsed, dead.
" Maar Eborsisk!" The marine shouted to the heavily breathing. " You're coming with us!"
The man lunged towards the marine. His teeth bite right into his ear! Maar's hands touched directly inside the marines mouth as he began to rip the marines ear off. RIP! The ear was off. Maar tugged it around like a wild animal in his mouth. The poor marine was crying. Maar, all sense of morality and reason gone in him, he grabbed the marine's head and started banging him against the floorboard. He wouldn't stop until the marine was dead!
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" So captain," the chef said on the ship, " do you have everything that you need?" The white-haired muscle man watched his captain walking towards the anchor. They had reached the shore.
" Of course I do," the captain said as he patted the white-haired man on his back which made him let out a irritated sigh " You worry too much, Buddy."
The captain and his crewmate Buddy jumped off their ship and walked through the docks. The captain let out a long tired yawn while Buddy cracked his stiff neck before they tied the ship to the docks.
" Let's just find this guy so we can get a decent meal for once," the captain said.
" I couldn't have agreed more" Buddy said as he glanced at the island to see every single building made out of iron and were designed in different colors and shapes. It would of impressed some people, but not Buddy."
" Hello," the captain said to a pregnant woman who walked by carrying groceries. " Do you know where we can find a restaurant around here."
" A restaurant? That's easy," the woman said with a caring smile. " If you take a turn left and keep heading forward until you see a building with a pig on it, you'll find your restaurant."
" Thanks."
The woman and the captain took their separate paths. However, the woman stopped when she felt her package was lighter. " Hold on!"
The captain stopped and turned his head. In his mouth was a fish tail. Somehow the captain managed to take the fish from the pregnant woman and eat it when she wasn't looking. He immediately spat it out. It was covered in his drool. No one wanted it. Not even the dog who walked by; he had a sniff of it then ran off.
" Sorry. It's this stomach of mine. When I got to eat I'll eat just about anything."
" Well, I guess it's yours now. Say, if you boys take food from pregnant ladies, does that mean you don't have any money?"
" No," the captain said.
" Then why would you want to go to a restaurant."
" 'cause we're going on a stake out."