The Saga of Captain Darcy: Coming the Raw Prawn.
Red Cove. The beautiful port city of Desert Reef. Its buildings are a far cry form the usual buildings of the towns closer to the centre of the island- rather than bare wood and tin roofs, the buildings here are made of stout brick and whitewashed walls. But despite this aura of respectability, there are still considerable dangers in this town- bush rangers, conmen and pirates all congregate to this port, one of the very few islands in the sea that has no affiliation with the world government, tolerated only because of its unique Devil Fruits and wildlife. Currently, pirates view this as a safe haven outside of the Grand Line, where the Marines also congregate. Marines, too, have often seen this as a free port. Both pirates and marines try to ignore each other, as this is the only place in the world where there is no such thing as justice. Lawless yet prosperous, Red Cove is a city of wonders, in an even more mysterious island.
Darcy and Bullock trudged, dejectedly through the streets, knowing that their mysterious debt collector was expecting them soon. Darcy, earlier, had swallowed a rare and priceless artefact without knowing about it, thinking it was a myth. His inability to swim soon proved the authenticity of the claims of the noble they had tried to rob. They had managed to scrape together some money, but it wasn't going to be enough. The only thing they could do was beg for the mercy of Tinplate Ned, and they both knew how futile that would be.
"We're so dead…"
"Don't say that."
"But we are! When he hears about how we don't have his money, he's gonna rip us apart! We're mincemeat!"
"We're not. I'll think of something." Bullock hit him on the head.
"IT'S THANKS TO YOU THAT WE'RE IN THIS SITUATION!"
Two weeks earlier…
Darcy was grinning like a loon as he threw his cards down. "Full house!" The other gamblers around him groaned, pushing their piles of money towards him. He grabbed his beer mug and banged it for a refill.
"YEAH! I'M GONNA BREAK THE BANK TONIGHT!" As he cheered, a low rumble of a voice spoke out.
"You're an impetuous little kangaroo, aren't you?"
"WHO YOU CALLI-" The words died in his throat as he saw who insulted him like that.
Tinplate Ned. The legendary bushranger, who had a bounty of 5 million Beli. He stood at 12 feet tall, and his legendary tin armour, which had protected him from bullets and swords, was worn in full, except for the helmet. His huge beard hung down to his waist, and his beetle-black eyes looked down at this little man in amusement.
"Well, little kangaroo? You wanna play with the big boys?" Normally, Darcy would have backed off, but now, self-confidence boosted by drink and his luck, decided to get ballsier.
"Yeah, I'm gonna beat you. Hell, I'll beat you so easily, I'll pay your bounty if I lose this next hand." The crowd sucked in a breath at that.
"This little kangaroo's gonna give the boss 5 million if he loses? That's rich!" In response, Darcy threw his beer mug at the offender, knocking him out.
"Any other smart alecs here? I'll take on all of you wankers!" Bullock hurried over to him.
"Darcy, we're getting out of here. You've had too much to drink."
"Nah, m' gonna win. You can count on me." Darcy grinned drunkenly at Bullock, and Bullock could tell that he wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon. With a sigh, he looked at him
"Alright. But you've got to win."
"And you lost the next hand, and now we're gotta pay five million we don't even have!" Bullock was hysterical at this point. Darcy waved a hand.
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Bullock was still sceptical.
"And what's that?" Darcy grinned at him.
"We're gonna run."
The docks of Red Cove were full of ships. Darcy and Bullock wove through the throngs, looking for a small boat, so that they could run away. Eventually, they found a small boat. It was made of grey-painted wood, and was just small enough that two people could sail it.
"Awesome, we can sail in this!" Darcy threw his swag aboard, careful not to throw it into the water. Bullock did the same.
"Well, if it isn't the little kangaroo and his dim-witted friend. Trying to run away? I thought you had more cajones then that." Gulping, Bullock turned around. Tinhead Ned, and the whole of his gang were waiting behind them. Darcy stiffened at Tinhead's casual insult.
"Who's calling me a kangaroo?" Though his voice wasn't loud, Bullock could tell his friend was pissed off.
"Mate, don't do it." Ignoring him, Darcy strode out to face his foe. Tinhead looked at him.
"Well, looks like you've come to take it like a man then. You obviously don't have the money, so I'm gonna show you what happens when you mess with me and welch on a bet." Darcy just looked at him.
"You're going to regret those words, big boy. I may be a kangaroo, but you're a moron. After saying this, he casually dodged Tinheads furious swipe with his sword, flipped onto his hands and kicked him in the groin. Tinhead's eyes bulged out of his armour, and he fell to the ground, whimpering and clutching his groin. Darcy then flipped back onto his feet and kicked him in the groin again, eliciting another whimper from Tinhead. Bullock couldn't believe his eyes, and neither could his gang.
"HE-HE HURT BOSS TINHEAD!"
"Y-you bastard… you fight dirty…" He pulled out his flintlock and pointed it at his head shakily from pain. Darcy's response was simply to jump up into the air and kick it out of his hand before he could react. As Ned gasped at this incredible display of strength, Darcy flipped into a handstand and swung the heel of his foot forwards, smashing into his face and crumpling his armour.
"KANGA IMPACT!" The huge impact that resulted from his kick crumpled the helmet, and sent him flying through the nearest wall.
Now free, Darcy glared at the bandits.
"Beat it. I'm not in the mood." The bandits, terrified that their leader had been so easily beaten, fled. Darcy turned to Bullock.
"W-When did you get so strong? He was five million Beli… That's impossible." Darcy looked down.
"The truth is… this whole two weeks, I've been training my leg strength, in order to defeat him. I only resorted to robbery because I didn't think I was strong enough to beat him." Darcy looked upwards.
"Guess I was underestimating him a little. Well, let's get out of here."
"What?" Darcy gave him a look.
"The police are probably after us for robbing that rich pom, so let's skedaddle!"
"B-But… You didn't tell me anything like that!" Darcy looked at him
"Well, I'm telling you now, so let's run." With that, he jumped into the boat and motioned for him to come. Bullock stared at him, before sighing and jumping in. Darcy grinned.
"Alright! We've probably got a bounty on our heads as I speak!" Bullock hit him again.
"I DON'T WANT A BOUNTY ON MY HEAD! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"
"You shot that guy with all the swords on his back, didn't you?" Bullock glared at his friend, then sighed; he'd had enough.
"So we're pirates. What should we call ourselves then?" Darcy put his hand on his chin, obviously thinking about it. Eventually, he came up with a name.
"Okay! Based off this boat, we'll be called… The Grey Leaf pirates!" Bullock looked at him.
"Not bad. Now, where the hell are we going?" Darcy looked at him with a frozen half-smile.
"You don't know, do you?" For answer, Darcy dove into the cabin, where Bullock could hear the sounds of clutter and dropping objects. Eventually, he pulled out a map and compass.
"Okay, we left Red Cove, so the nearest Island is… THERE!" He pointed at a long island, almost shaped like a comma. Bullock squinted at it, trying to read the name, which had almost faded away from the weather.
"The Volcano Paradise!" Bullock's eyes popped out.
"VOLCANO PARADISE! You mean the chain island with a MARINE BASE and a horde of cannibals?" Darcy just looked ahead, jutting his chin out in a masculine fashion.
"We're going there to prove that we're fearless and strong, because we are!" Bullock glared at him. He shrugged sheepishly. "And, well, we didn't bring much food, so we have no choice but to restock there." Bullock looked through the ship frantically. Sure enough, their only provisions were what they had brought with them in their swags. He looked at the sky and screamed.
"YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" Darcy's laughter echoed through the sea as they sailed for Volcano Paradise, one of the most dangerous islands in the South Blue.