A/N: New Arc… Well, not so much "Arc" as it is one chapter with Roger's back-story… Enjoy!

Also, due to my word processor being a dick, I changed it from "beli" to "beri".

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Windmill Village Memories Arc Chapter 1: Bounty Already?! The History of a New Pirate!

The cry of seagulls woke up Desi Koe from a soft sleep. With a yawn and a stretch, he looked around and saw that he and Roger were still sailing on the ocean and haven't reached land yet.

"Hey, Roger…" Desi started. "Why haven't we hit land yet?" He looked around the marine ship and looked for Roger. He was standing at the helm of the ship. Desi tilted his head and walked over to him. "How long have we been travelling?"

Roger looked over his shoulder. "Oh, Desi, you're awake…" He looked out to the ocean. "About two days."

Desi's jaw dropped. "Two days?!" He fell to his knees. "If we really were going west the whole time, we'd have hit in island after about a half day's journey!"

Roger turned to him. "What?!" He asked in a shocked tone of voice.

Desi nodded. "We're doomed! We're lost at sea and we'll die out here as buzzard food!"

"Oh jeez!" Roger exclaimed as he pointed off the left side of the ship. "We'd better turn around then before we land on that island!"

Desi jumped a little hearing this. "What?" He looked up and saw they were getting close to an island, even though it was in the distance, about another hour away. "We're saved!" he said to himself.

Roger ran to the ships rudder and pulled it to one side to change the direction of the ship. "We're saved!" He said to himself.

Desi ran up to him and bopped him on the head. "Stop that!"

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After turning the ship back on course, Roger and Desi managed to dock their ship. Reading a sign as they entered the small port town, they saw that this place was known as Port Brill. Just a regular village by the looks of it. Residential buildings lined the streets with some businesses in the distance that could be seen. A color scheme of white brick and red shingled roofs seemed apparent in the village.

"Hmm…" Desi looked around, taking the sight of the town in. "Well, doesn't this look like a decent little town…"

Roger clutched his stomach. "Hey, as long as we can get something to eat, I'm perfectly fine!"

Desi turned to Roger. "Jeez, you sure like… Food. What's up with that?"

"Hey! There's a restaurant over there!" Roger exclaimed, pointing towards the businesses.

"Hey! Listen when I talk to you!" Desi replied angrily. He shook his head and sighed. "Okay, you get something to eat. I just got to pick up a newspaper or something." He looked to the sun. "It's about noon…" He smiled. "Just enjoy your lunch, I'll be back soon!" With that, Desi walked off in search of any sort of newsstand.

Roger on the other hand headed straight to the restaurant he had spotted earlier. He walked inside and the host smiled. "Welcome! Welcome!" He said, clapping his hands together. "Will it be just you eating?"

Roger shook his head. "Nope, a pal of mine will be joining me soon."

He nodded. "Alright, follow me!" He picked up two menus and sat Roger down at a table made for two. "Now, would you like for me to tell you the specials?"

Roger licked his lips. "Go ahead… Bring it on!"

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Desi strolled down the streets, his eyes peering from side to side looking at the different businesses that were set up. There were book stores, fruit stands, and even the occasional door salesman, everything that a town like this should have. But something seemed strange. "No taverns… That's strange… This is a port town after all…"

Desi also noticed one other thing. Everywhere he went, the men were tipping their hats, the women bowed slightly and the children would smile and wave. "Well that's weird…" And that's when he remembered. He looked down at himself to realize that he was still wearing his Marines' uniform. "I'm going to have to change that… And also, I have to stop talking to myself…"

Out of the corner of his eye, Desi noticed a small newsstand, selling newspapers, magazines, and things of all that sort. He walked over to it and pulled out five beri from his pocket. "Hey," he said to the owner of the stand. "I'll take one of those newspapers."

The man nodded. "Sure thing, kid!"

"I'm twenty-six years old." Desi replied.

The man chuckled. "You all look young to me!" he said, handing Desi a newspaper. "Here you are. This was quite an interesting issue, but it always is when a new pirate finally gets a bounty!"

"Thanks…" Desi handed the man the beri and walked away. So, a new pirate gets a bounty? Desi thought as he opened the paper and a bounty poster fell out and slowly drifted to the ground. "Huh… I wonder…" He picked up the poster and gasped, dropping the newspaper. "No… No way…"

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"Sir… I think you've had enough…"

Roger sat at his table with a stack of about ten empty plates right by him. "No! I'm still hungry! Bring me something I haven't eaten yet!"

Everyone else in the restaurant was watching him with a mix of awe and disgust. The host sighed. "Alright, I'll go see if we have anything left in the kitchen." He took the plates and headed back to the kitchen.

Roger sat back in his seat and took a sip of the water he had ordered. "I can't believe they don't serve any booze here…"

The door slammed open and Desi ran in, looking around. "Roger? Roger?!" he searched the place, out of breath.

Roger raised his hand. "Oy! I'm Roger!"

Desi ran over to the table. "Roger… You'll never believe this!"

Roger looked at him. "Alright! Desi, calm down!" He smiled. "Sit down! Have something to eat!"

Desi hesitated a little, but sighed and conceded anyway, sitting down. "Alright…" He motioned for a waiter to come over.

The waiter came over with a smile. "Hello! How may I help you?"

Desi turned to Roger. "You getting anything?"

Roger shrugged. "I already ordered, but I had something to eat here before that…"

Desi nodded. "Right." He turned to the waiter. "I'll have what he had."

The waiter's jaw dropped. "Oh, man…" The now depressed waiter headed towards the kitchen in a daze, not knowing what the chef would say.

Roger finished his water. "So, Desi, what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh! Right!" Desi reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He slid it over to Roger face-down. "Take a look at this…"

Roger blinked, but took the paper anyway. "What is this?" He flipped it over and took a peek as to what was on it.

The paper read "Wanted Dead or Alive: Roger Zephyr, Son of Solomon"

"Don't you see Roger!" Desi started. "You're now a marked man! The Marines will be after you and bounty hunters will start looking for you!"

Roger blinked and started to chuckle. "Really? Start looking for me?" The chuckle turned into a full blown laugh. "Yeah! That's what they'll do!" He pointed to the poster. "Take a look, I'm only worth one million beri!"

Desi bopped Roger on the head. "That's not the point! One million is still a lot of money!" He then realized something. "Wait… Why is your bounty so high anyway?"

"You mean low, right?"

Desi bopped Roger again. "Shut up! Don't get so cocky! All you did was beat up a Marines officer, not like you took down a whole island or something…"

Roger looked at the poster again. "Where did you get this, anyway?"

"I got it in… Wait…" Desi pulled out the newspaper he had bought before and started to read. "Maybe this will explain something…"

The waiter came by with the ten plates of food Desi had ordered. "Here you are sir!"

"No thanks." Desi replied without looking away from the newspaper. "I'm not hungry."

The waiter was almost in tears when he heard this statement.

"I'll eat it!" Roger said, pulling the food closer to him.

The waiter shrugged and shook his head. "Fine, I don't care anymore…"

Desi continued, "Well, now it makes sense…" Desi looked up. "Wh… Where did you get all that food?!"

Roger blinked. "It was yours! You ordered it!"

Desi was about to say something, but instead shook his head. "No… More important thing first…" He looked back at the newspaper. "Apparently Captain Redding eventually landed near another Marines Base nearby."

"What a shocking turn of events!" Roger said shoving food into his mouth.

Desi bopped Roger a third time. "Don't talk with your mouth full!" He continued. "Here he describes the beating you laid on him…"

"Does it mention how he begged for mercy?" Roger asked with a snicker.

"No… But it does mention how you viciously overpowered his underlings, used some sort of demon power to beat him up, and had your first mate disguise himself as a trusted private within the system so you'd know how to take it down…" He blinked. "Hey, that's me! He mentioned me! Sweet!"

"But, what about the poster?" Roger said, finishing up the last of the food.

"That was fast!" a surprised Desi exclaimed. "Well, it says here that the poster was sent out as a pre-emptive strike, before you could do more harm to the Marines or the World Government."

"Well, that's nice…" Roger said, as his interest waned.

Desi read over the article one last time. "Oh, and it says here, and I quote, 'Be extra careful when approaching Roger Zephyr, as he is the son of Solomon Zephyr, and no doubt the same in ferocity and viciousness', end quote." Desi blinked. "But I'm sure that…" He looked up at Roger and suddenly stopped talking.

Roger looked extremely angry. "What was that last part?!"

Desi gulped as he fumbled with the paper. "Well, uh, it…"

"I know what it says!" Roger pulled the newspaper from Desi's arms and tore it into two parts and threw it to the ground.

"R-Roger…" Desi started in a scared tone of voice. "Is… Is there something you want to talk about?"

Roger looked over at Desi, and then took in a deep breath, which seemingly clamed him down.

"Ok…" Roger started. "It was about five years ago… I was fourteen at the time…"

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The sun shone brilliantly all throughout the small port town of Windmill Village. Houses lined each road and each road led to the center of the village. In the center of the village was a large windmill, with a blue, shingled roof as well as large, grey windmill blades. At the base of the windmill were two, blue wooden doors. These doors were in fact locked so that only the caretaker could enter.

A young, smiling boy walked through the marketplace. He wore and olive, green cap which was worn so a tuft of blonde hair would poke out the front. He wore a pair of normal blue pants and a t-shirt, with the word "Fresh" written on it.

To the villagers, this young man was known as Roger Zephyr, just your regular fourteen year old boy, trying to make it in the world.

He approached the local fish cart. "Oi! Fish-Man! Gimme ten fish!" Roger said eyeing his selection.

The man behind the cart chuckled, pulling out some paper to wrap the fish in. "Ha ha! Roger, you're just lucky I keep tabs!"

"I sure am!" Roger replied pulling out a bag for the fish. "'Cause I never intend to pay you for the food!"

The fish monger laughed at that and handed Roger the fish. "Here you are… Oh, by the way…" He leaned in. "I hear a ship docked in the harbour today… Do you think…" He started.

Roger just shook his head. "If you're going to ask if I think it's my dad, you got another thing coming!" He smiled. "He's been away for a year! I kinda don't think he's coming back!" He turned around. "I'm leaving, bye!"

The fish monger waved. "Bye Roger…" He sighed. "That poor kid…"

Roger walked down the street keeping his mind on how he was going to cook the fish tonight. Eventually, he found himself standing at the base of the village's windmill. Roger looked up to the blades and his mind went blank.

"Dad…" He said softly to himself. He started to remember what happened a year ago at that very spot

Roger stood, looking at his father. His coat fell perfectly over his shoulders, his bandana covered his hair perfectly and his eyes were as blue and stern as ever. "Roger…" came the man's deep voice. "I won't be around the village for much longer…"

Roger smiled. "That's right! You're going to become a great pirate! Then the world will know you and-"

"Shut up!" the man interjected. Roger's voice suddenly stopped. "Roger, if I become as great as I hope, the world will be after you…" He looked up at the windmill. "This windmill is the treasure of the entire village. They would put their lives on the line just to protect it because they treasure it so much…" He looked back to Roger. "Just like how much I treasure you…" He undid his bandana and handed it to Roger. "This is a sign, Roger. As long as you keep this bandana with you, I will always come and protect you with my life."

Roger blinked as the memory came to an end. "Ahh…" Roger wiped his nose. "I'm getting a bit hungry… The fish can wait…" He turned back towards the marketplace. "I think it's time for a trip to the local fruit cart!"

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Back at the marketplace, Roger searched for some fruit to eat.

"Roger, can I help you?" asked the bespectacled man behind the cart.

Roger nodded. "Yes, I would like a fruit of the free variety, if you don't mind!"

The man sighed. "Roger, I'm not like that soft fish monger who keeps tabs…" He pointed his thumb to himself. "If you want something, you're going to have to pay for it!"

Roger's jaw dropped. "Aw come on! There's gotta be something! Like a two day old apple? Mushy banana? " He adjusted his cap. "Is there anything that no one will buy?"

The fruit man's eyes flashed. "That no one… Will…" He turned around and started searching around for something. "I do have one thing, now that you mention it…"

Roger smiled. "Really? What is it?"

The man turned around. "I've been advertising it as an 'Exotic Oddity' among fruits, trying to generate business from incoming sailors, but every time I show it to them, they refuse and say something about 'suicide at sea'… Here it is."

He pulled out a red, spherical fruit, covered in swirls. "I've never actually eaten one before, or even seen one for that matter." He handed it over to Roger. "Here you are!"

Roger took the fruit. "Thanks!" He sunk his eager teeth into it and took a bite. After swallowing, he soon regretted having eager teeth. "Ah! That's disgusting!" He opened up his bag and put the fruit in the bag.

"What are you doing?" The fruit man asked.

Roger shrugged. "I'm saving some for later!"

The man almost did a face-fault. "I thought you said it was disgusting!"

The sound of footsteps broke their conversation. They turned to see a rather impressive looking man standing there. He had a cocky smile and hat that read "Skill".

"Greetings!" he said. "I am looking for something to eat for the next time I head out to sea!"

The fruit man blinked. "And you would be?"

The other man laughed. "Oh right! How silly of me!" He approached the cart, pushing Roger out of the way. "I am the legendary bounty hunter Ryoushi! Perhaps you have heard of me?"

Roger got up and dusted himself off. "Watch where you're going, you ass!"

Ryoushi turned around. "Excuse me?"

Roger smiled. "Oh! You don't like it when someone treats you like crap? That's just odd!" He turned around and started to walk away. "Thanks for the food, Mr. Fruit-man!"

The man behind the counter waved as Ryoushi just grumbled. "Who was that brat?"

The fruit man smiled. "Oh! That's just Roger Zephyr! He's harmless!" He turned back towards his fruit. "Now, for you…"

Ryoushi went wide-eyed. Zephyr? He thought. This is perfect!

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Roger returned to his home, and old tavern call "The Blasted Mast". It was mostly a bar created for pirates that came into town. But there hadn't been many customers as of late, so it was usually empty.

Roger headed to the bar and sat on one of the stools. "Hey! I'm a thirsty pirate and I need a drink!"

The barkeeper came in from the back room and sighed. "Ha ha Roger. That joke is starting to get old!" The man was balding and wore half-moon glasses.

Roger snickered. "It's good to see you too Job! How was your day?"

Job picked up an empty glass and started to clean it. "Not bad, I made some renovations to the back room that'll make things easier around here."

Roger pointed to Job with one hand while leaning his head on the other. "Hey, don't forget, that's where I sleep nowadays. And where did you get money? You haven't had a customer in weeks!"

Job smiled. "I sold an exotic fruit to Mikun, the fruit salesman! He paid very well for it!" He started to laugh. "I feel sorry for the loser who have to eat that fruit!"

Roger pulled the fruit from his bag. "You mean this fruit?"

Job looked at it and gasped. "Ah! That's the fruit!" He quickly smacked the fruit to the floor and started to step on it until it was nothing more than a fine red paste. He wiped his brow. "Phew… That was close!"

Roger punched Job in the face. "What was that for!"

Job punched Roger back. "Don't you know what that fruit does?" He took in a deep breath. "That's the Henka Henka no Mi, a version of the Devil Fruit! Whoever eats it gains dangerous but powerful abilities! In exchange, whoever eats the fruit gives up the ability to swim forever!"

Roger gasped. "No way!"

Job nodded. "And the worst part is, you don't even need to finish the fruit! One bite is all it takes!"

The door then busted open. The figure standing at the door was that of Ryoushi, now with an exposed sword. "I'm here to collect him." he said pointing the sword at Roger.

Job looked up at the bounty hunter. "I'm sorry, but I don't seem to know you."

"It's not important!" he replied. "What is important is how much that boy means to me!"

"Well?" Job asked, raising an eyebrow. "How much is Roger worth to you?"

Ryoushi pulled a paper from his pocket and unfurled it. The paper read "Wanted Dead or Alive: Solomon Zephyr"! "He's worth thirty million beri!" Ryoushi replied walking towards them. "You see, I was on my way to collect the bounty of Solomon Zephyr, but here I am now with his son." He pointed his sword at Roger again. "I figure I capture him, Solomon comes running to protect him and then I can collect his bounty!"

Job nodded. "I see…" Job reached for a nearby broom. "I am this boys guardian now… So before you can take him, you'll have to get by me."

Ryoushi smirked. "Bring it on, old man!"

Job looked to an utterly scared Roger. "Stay back? Alright… One way or another, it'll be over soon…"

Job jumped over the bar and turned to Ryoushi. "Solomon trusted me with his son… I won't give him up without a fight!" Job jumped again and waved the broom in the air. "Job Assault!" Job swung the broom down to hit the bounty hunter.

Ryoushi smirked. "Oh please!" He swung his sword and cut the broom in half.

Job threw the broom away, not letting it faze him. "Job Violence!" He started to throw punches in Ryoushi's direction.

"Now this is just getting silly…" Ryoushi threw his knee into Job's stomach which caused him to double over. "Now…" he turned to Roger. "About you…"

"W-Wait…" Job grabbed Ryoushi's ankle and pulled on it, causing him to trip. Job stood up and looked down at Ryoushi. "It'll take more than that to keep me down!" He ripped one of his shirtsleeves of , exposing his bare arm and shoulder. "Job Drop!" He stuck his elbow out and fell down, landing so that he jabbed the other's face with his elbow.

Ryoushi yelped in pain. "Alright! That's enough!" He got up and lifted Job over his head. "Hyargh!" He tossed Job into a wall, spine first.

"Job!" Roger exclaimed.

"You said it would take more to keep you down?" He pulled out his swords and slashed at Job's fallen body! "I'll keep you down for good!"

"Wait!" Roger said standing up! "I'll go with you!"

Ryoushi looked over to Roger with a smile. "Really?"

Job turned over. "Don't…" He said weakly before losing consciousness.

"I'll go with you! Just…" A tear came to Roger's eye. "Don't hurt him! Don't hurt anyone!"

Ryoushi smirked and sheathed his sword. "Don't worry, little Zephyr… All I really care about is the money in this bounty! I won't hurt anyone, I promise!"

Roger nodded and headed towards Ryoushi, taking his cap off in exchange for his father's old bandana. "Now…" The bounty hunter continued. "Where can we hide in the village without anybody finding us?"

Roger sighed. "You promise not to hurt anyone?"

Ryoushi laughed and nodded. "I promised didn't I?"

Roger nodded. "Alright… If we hide in the windmill, no one will go there. The only person who sets foot in there is the caretaker, and he's not due in there for another week."

The bounty hunter smiled. "Well! Sounds like a perfect place!" He reached into his coat. "One last thing though…" He pulled out a rope and tied it around Roger quite tightly, constricting his upper body movement. "We don't want you fighting back, in case things don't work out."

Roger gulped. This is to protect Job… This is to protect Job…

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After cutting the lock on the windmill's door, Ryoushi dragged Roger to the top of the windmill. "Now… To lay the trap…" He reached into his coat and pulled out a Den Den Mushi. He grabbed the mouthpiece and dialled the number. "Hello? Is this Marines HQ?"

"Yes!" responded the gruff voice of the man on the other side of the snail. "This, specifically is Captain Shin of the third division!"

"Well, Captain Shin, I need you to send a messenger to Barren Jungle…" Ryoushi said with a smile. "There's only one human inhabiting that jungle, so I don't need to disclose any name."

There was a pause on the other side of the line. Eventually Shin's voice responded. "We can accommodate. What message should we deliver?"

Ryoushi snickered. "Just tell him…" Another snicker escaped from his lips. "… I have Roger!"

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Ryoushi waited expectantly by the Den Den Mushi.

Roger on the other hand was sitting in the corner, still tied up. Dad… Did you mean it? He thought… You're coming for me, right? You said you'd protect me, and I believe you!

Beda beda beda… Beda beda beda…

The Den Den Mushi started to ring. "That's them!" Ryoushi said with a smile. He picked up the mouthpiece. "Yosh! Tell me some good news."

"Hello, this is Captain Shin again!" Said the gruff voice. "Our messenger had just returned to his base and relayed the message to his captain, who in turn relayed the message onto me…"

Ryoushi snickered. "Excellent! So, what's the report, captain?"

"Well…" Shin started. "If we got the message straight, the report says that 'Roger is big enough to protect himself'. Sorry sir."

Then, Captain Shin voice trailed off, signalling he had gotten off the line.

Roger looked towards the Den Den Mushi. Did… Did I just hear that?

Ryoushi just sat there, drop jawed with the mouthpiece in his hand. "He's… Not coming?"

"What?!" Roger started to tremble.

"Well, kid…" Ryoushi turned around. "Looks like you and I are-"

Roger's arms grew to twice their normal size, causing him to break out of the rope. "He's not coming?!" Roger asked yelling.

"What the hell?!" Ryoushi backed away to the wall of the windmill.

Roger gritted his teeth. "He said he'd protect me! What bullshit!" Roger threw his fist at Ryoushi, punching him through the wall causing him to fall to the base of the windmill. Roger started to pant. "Man… That feels a lot better…" He looked at he arms. "But what the hell is this?"

He thought back to Job's explanation of the Devil Fruit. "And the worst part is, you don't even need to finish the fruit! One bite is all it takes!"

Roger nodded. "That's right… The bite at the marketplace…"

He sunk his eager teeth into it and took a bite. After swallowing, he soon regretted having eager teeth. "Ah! That's disgusting!"

Roger stuck his tongue out. "Ew… It really was!"

Ryoushi looked up at the hole he crashed through. "Rrr… What the hell happened?!" He took in a deep breath. "Oi! Little Zephyr! Now that your daddy won't come! I have no use for you!" He pulled a lighter and a wooden baton from his coat.

Roger looked down at him. "What's he planning?"

Ryoushi snickered one last time before lighting the stick on fire. "Goodbye, little Zephyr!" He threw the stick up into the hole.

Roger watched the stick land into some of the wooden mill parts, causing them to burn. "Aw shit!"

Roger jumped out of the hole and hit the ground with a thud. He quickly turned around to see what Ryoushi had started.

The windmill had been engulfed into flames. Everything inside the building must have caught fire.

"Ah ha ha ha!" laughed Ryoushi. "Well… Looks like you made it…" He pulled out his sword, "But for how long?…"

Roger watched the building burn.

"You know… When we met at the marketplace, I wanted to kill you right then and there!"

Roger focused all his attention on the windmill.

"But then I heard you were Solomon's son, so I figured I'd make some use of you before I killed you!"

Roger started to tear up.

"Any last words, little Zephyr?"

There was a short pause.

"You broke your promise…"

Ryoushi was caught off guard by this statement. "Eh… You wanna repeat that?"

Roger pointed to the bounty hunter. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt anyone… But by burning this windmill, you've hurt everyone in the village!"

"And how did I do that?" Ryoushi asked, holding back a laugh.

"This windmill is the village's treasure and namesake!" Roger explained. "I can't let you go unpunished!"

Ryoushi started to laugh hysterically. "Oh! Did I hurt your villager's feelings! Well, I'm sorry!" He laughed sarcastically.

"This isn't just about the villagers…" Roger looked at him with a smile. "This has gotten personal!" He walked up to the bounty hunter. "By taking away these people's treasure, you have taken away my treasure!" Roger thought back to the fish monger, Mikun the fruit salesman, and Job, the man willing to die to protect him. "This village is my treasure, and I'll protect it and everything they hold dear with me life!"

Ryoushi spat at the ground. "None of that stuff matters to me! Like I said before, all I care about is the money I get!"

Roger smirked. "And now you're going to pay for hurting those I hold dear to me…"

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Roger sipped the last of his water. "And that's what happened five years ago…" He chuckled. "And as to who won the fight, let me put it this way! Only one of us got out alive!"

Desi smiled. "That's a good story, but why don't you like being compared with your dad? He's still a great pirate!"

Roger sighed. "It's not about that… He said he's always protect me, but when I really needed him, he wasn't there for me at all!" He shrugged. "I wanna be a great pirate like him, but I want to do it with honor and dignity, not like my father at all!"

"I see…" Desi replied with a nod.

Just then, the waiter came by with a long piece of paper. "Here you gentlemen are!"

Roger looked at the paper, "What is this?"

The waiter smiled deviously. "That's the bill for your meal!"

Desi looked at the final number. "Uh, this can't be right… It's…"

The waiter nodded. "Yes! Thirty thousand beri!"

Roger gasped and looked over at Desi. "Um… Can I borrow some money?"

Desi bopped Roger on the head. "Idiot! You're the one who ate everything! You pay for it!"

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Meanwhile, back at an old familiar tavern in Windmill Village…

"So… He's at one million beri already?" came the voice on the other side of the Den Den Mushi.

Job nodded. "Yes he is… All thanks to you!" He yawned, cleaning an empty glass. "By the way, how did you know he'd eat the Henka Henka no Mi?"

The was a short pause, then a chuckle. "Because, Job… He's my son!"

Then the person on the other line hung up.

To Be Continued

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Roger: Hey! He looks like he's in trouble!

Desi: Ah! You idiot, that's a woman!

Roger: What?! But she's so manly!

Desi: Well, whatever she is, let's just leave her- Hey, where are you going?!

Roger: Oh come on, I can't resist a fight!

Next Time on One Piece Chronicles: A Crime Lord's Hold! The Girly Screams of a Manly Warrior

Roger: I'm going to be the Pirate King!

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A/N: Phew! That was a long one! Just don't expect me to write one this big again, kay?! Just… Just review, alright?!