Hi, everybody! This is DaRubberManof98 here! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. It's because I didn't have time during Christmas, with it being busy and all for my family. I originally wanted to get this done for the end of December, bit that obviously didn't work. Anyway, the Snow Island arc is postponed till Xmas this year, and finally, this chapter will be a bit longer than normal. The next chapter will be short because I want to post chapters up much faster this year. Also, my misspellings in this chapter is simply because my attempt to make the bartender seem Scottish. Anyway, here's the disclaimer. And let the chapter begin!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.

Chapter 4: Enter Torksa Island! 'Gravitore' Ijin

'Welcome to Torksa Isl- Oh wait, it's you! That man from before!' said a man in a Marine uniform. He seemed to look just like the Marine from Shells Town, who welcomed Volk into the Marine Base.

'Volk, would you mind telling me who this guy is?'

'Some brief Marine guy from before. He told me where the nearest restaurant was at Shells Town and that's where you came into the case.'

'You ignored me, and that cut off my screen time', the annoying Marine whined, 'And for that, I'm gonna kick your ass! And next is you, hammer guy!'

As soon as he said that, he was sent 'blasting off again!' by both Volk and Dell punching him.

'Silent Killer!' the woman said. She had jet-black hair, styled in a pixie bob haircut with bangs that covered her left eye. Her bangs had blue and purple streaks in them, and to match it, she had eyes of a very light blue color. She wore a grey zip up hoodie that covered her hands and came down to her knees, along with black, almost knee high boots that had straps all over them and a small one inch heel. She held her gun up, aimed it at Ijin, and attempted to shoot him.

However, the grey haired man quickly dodged the bullet with ease, before realising someone had tried to assassinate him, and turning around to look for the culprit, before looking somewhere else. The woman, fortunately for her, found a boulder nearby and hid behind it.

'Oh, God...not again...' Ijin thought to him, after seeing a glimpse of the sniper.

'Dammit! He dodged it! Did learn the Colours of Observation Haki?' she whispered to herself.

'Maybe I should get moving before I actually get shot,' he said to himself. Ijin jumped off the ledge from which he was standing from, and jumped into the vast forest below him.

'I can't let him get away!' the woman said, leaving from her cover, 'If bring him into headquarters dead, maybe Captain Zara can promote me to Vice Captain! Then I can show my worth to her and the others!'

Ijin, who was now sitting on a trunk, in an open part of the forest, got out a piece of paper, and started looking at it.

'OK, let's review the plan- first, I ask Marshall to come to the party the guy, who's birthday's today, is hosting. Then, I dare him and his accomplise to chug down a whole barrel of sake. That'll definitely make them drunk- or I could make Volk drunken with the meat he loves so much. The next day, while he's feeling the effects of his hangover, I'll use Gravity Gravity Pull to throw him up to space, then both Gravity Gravity Heavy and Throw- Gravity Gravity Heavy to increase his weight to make him fall faster, and Throw to send him down. The other guy..., I can just knock him out with something.'

The sniper, who was behind a bush, whispered to herself, 'Gravity Gravity Pull? Gravity Gravity Heavy? Is this guy a Devil Fruit user or something?'

'I ate the Gravity Gravity Fruit. I can manipulate people and objects, and also affect their weight and center of gravity.'

'Oh, thanks', the young sniper replied, 'Wait, what?!'

'Seriously, Gun Slinger, I knew you were behind me, trying to shoot me with that crap gun of yours,' Ijin pointed out.

'Don't you dare talk sass to Karas!' she countered.

'Who...,who the hell is Karas?' the Devil Fruit user retorted, sweatdropping.

'The 'crap' gun you talked about earlier!' 'Gun Slinger' answered, 'Besides that point, I have to bring you back to Headquarters either dead or unconscious to kill you at Headquarters, otherwise I can't get that promotion Zara promised me!'

'Ok, then let me ask you this- what the hell did I ever do to your beloved Captain that made her resort to her lackies hunting me down?'

Gun Slinger then stood still, and remained silent, starting to contemplate why she even needed to kill him.

Meanwhile in Torksa Island...

The duo had walked into one of the island's two towns- Hostold Town. As people have said, this town seemed to be notorious for most burglaries, rapings and stabbings, Hostold being unpleasant of the two. Thugs and burgulars seemed to swarm the place, as Dell and Volk witnessed two thugs beating up and mugging a possibly pregnant lady in an alleyway.

'This town doesn't seem very friendly to people coming in out of this island', Volk commented, 'I mean, look at that pregnant lady we just saw before.'

'I know, right? Just now I've stopped 5 people who were being shot, raped, mugged or beaten up by rapists, thugs, burglars', Dell replied.

'Wow, that was quick! This town especially doesn't seem like the place to find a shipwright. And I thought we gonna look for a restaurant to eat at!'

'Calm down, you glutton. We'll find a bar, and then you can feast yourself to anything you want.'

'Good! I was starting to get cranky!' Marshall replied.

7 Starving Hours Later...

'Welcome to the Hostold Bar, the town's local bar!' an weird looking old man who seemed to be dressed like an okama, at the front of the bar warmly said, immediately after the two entered the building. They spent their whole day searching for a place to dine, as the fancy restaurant they found beforehand literally kicked their asses them out for not having sufficient money to pay for the food.

'You guys don't charge 200 belis just to eat here, do you?' both Volk and Dell desperately asked. They were both starving from their tough ordeal with finding a bar or a restaurant in this tough town.

'No! That's too much just for a restaurant! We charge 1 million belis to eat at a bar!' the old man replied.

'You gotta be out of your damn mind!' Dell thundered.

'I just wanted meat!' Dell's Captain sobbed.

'I was just kiddin! We charge 10 belis per adult!' the old geezer assured the two, while laughing and closing his eyes.

As he finished laughing, he saw both the two pirates surrounded by a frightening aura.

'Dell, would you do the honors?'

'No, I'm OK.'

'Fine, I'll do it', Marshall said, as he cracked his knuckles, his knuckles making a sound as if a gun was being loaded.

One Painful Beating Later..

'I'm... berry sorwy. I ron't joke abowt your starbation again, Ok?' the now beaten up man apologized, not pronouncing his words properly.

'Damn straight you won't', Volk retorted, as they approached the door, leading to the room of the bar.

'By the way, you don't have to pay tonight. Since someone's having a party tonight, and you young whippersnappers seem to be new to the island, you guys can have a free night, on this occasion.'

'Thanks for the information, Mr..um..'

'Molezterr. Chiléd F Molezterr.'

Dell's jaw dropped to the floor immediately after Mr 'Chiléd Molezterr' and his face faulted, thinking, Molezterr!? His fricking name's Molezterr?!

Volk, however, simply laughed at the mention of his name and commented on it, 'Hearahahahahahahaha! Your name's weird! Hearahahahahah! Hearahahahahaha!'

'Everyone says that, ally?' the 'molester' (Mr Molezterr clears his throat) I mean old geezer (Mr Molezterr smiles) replied.

'You just...killed it', Dell retorted to him, giving him a cold look.

'Shut up. Nobody was ever talking to you,' the man hissed.

The Devil Fruit eater thundered, 'Hey, you better shut that mouth of yours otherwise I'll shut it for you!'

'Anyway, before I'll was so rudely interrupted', Molezterr said, looking at Dell, 'I wanted to say that if you see the birthday boy himself, tell him I'll be waiting for him in bed. He'll be happy about that!'

'Yeah, ummm...Volk it's time to eat! Be seeing you!' Dell sweatdropped, dragging Marshall along with him into the main room.

'Well, I'll be seeing you guys later! Remember, tell the birthday boy,' Mr Molezterr replied.

'I'll tell the man' Volk replied.

'Volk', Dell called Volk.

'Yeah?'

'It's always the okamas, isn't it?'

'Damn straight it is.'

'And what can I do fer 'u fellas?' Bartender asked. He seemed to speak in a thick, Scottish accent, supported by his attire.

'Sake, please. What about you Volk?' Dell asked.

'Meat and rum!' the gluttonous pirate requested.

'Actually, we 'ave a special each Monday called the Monday Meaty Surprise! It's a special milkshake assorted o' juice extracted from Conache from Skypiea, with different kinds of tenderised meat mixed into it, 'n a pinch o' the best tasting rum ever added to it!' he replied.

'Straw Hat's' mouth flushed with saliva, his eyes turning into a rack of meat.

'You had me at 'tenderised meat'...Can we take it Dell?'

'Sure, whatever you want. How much is it?', the older man replied.

'About 150 belis.'

Volk's lit up face was blown out with disappointment.

'Sorry, we've been looking for somewhere to eat all day, and haven't had any luck, we only have 200 belis,' Dell explained.

'Don't worry! Since I 'aven't seen 'ur mugs in this town, I'll allow 'u a free night!' Bartender suggested.

'Oh yeah, I forgot about that', Dell said to himself, before he and his Captain took their individual orders and drank/ate their food.

'Volk, do you-' Dell paused, after he sipped the last bit of the alcoholic beverage.

The Straw Hat was lying on the ground, twitching and shaking, having fainted possibly because of the taste of the Meaty Surprise.

'Um Volk, you OK? Volk?' his first mate asked.

His captain replied back, 'This ...milkshake... tastes like heaven!'

'Just as I thought...' Dell sighed, as a familiar man we saw earlier walked up to the till.

'Kurotsuki Ijin! I 'aven't seen 'u since 'u were a wee 'lil lad! How's 'ur mom 'n dad? 'R they well?

'They're fine. Father's come down with a bit of a cold, but Mother's OK', Ijin replied.

'Well, dat's good! So, wat would 'u like?' Bartender asked.

'Sake, please', 'Gravitore' requested, before asking Dell, 'You guys seem like newcomers. What are your names?'

'Hmm? Oh, my name is Dell', he introduced himself, 'And this guy on the floor here is Monkey D. Marshall. But he prefers to be called Volk.'

''Ere's 'ur order. Dat'll b' 100 belis', Bartender asked, as he put down the sake-filled cup on the worktop.

'Here, thanks', Ijin said, exchanging the money for the cup, 'Did he have a mental breakdown or something?'

'No, he's just in love with the Meaty Milshake. I mean, he really loves meat.'

'OK...So, what do you guys do? Are you pirates or something?'

'We're pirates!' Volk butted in, regaining his posture, 'At the moment, we need a ship, and a navigator, but at the moment we haven't found either one of those..'

'You can find a navigator at Oceagate Island, just west of us', Ijin explained, as he drank his cup of sake, 'That's where the O.W.R.I, the Oceagate Weather Institute, resides. It's said to be the most accurate Weather Institute outside of the Grand Line.'

'It's also said dat they 'wn a catalyst, dat can control the climate around it. Reckon it's 'ona those mysterious Devil Fruits?'

'Could be. What about a ship, or even a shipwright?' 'Sonic Boom' asked.

'Well, there is one shipwright on this island. 'Is name's Edward Stone- 'e's quite cranky 'n uptight, and only builds ships occasionally. 'Eck, you're even lucky if 'u can befriend 'im. 'E lives in Victorian Town, just west o' Hostold Town.'

'Well, maybe we should leave in the early afternoon, right Dell?' Volk planned.

'Sure. The sooner, the better.'

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR KRUTE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUU!

'That reminds me...Dell! Go and tell the birthday boy that someone special is waiting at home!'

'Sure, I'll go before I forget again', Dell replied.

'Thanks!' Krute, the birthday boy, said, 'Hey, do you guys want to take part in the Chug-Down Tournament? Basically 2 people each round out of 20 people chug to their hearts content. Once one person is down, the round is over, and the person still chugging wins! The person who has the strongest stomach in this tournament will be rewarded with the alcoholic drink called Binks Sake!'

The 3 young men replied with different reactions.

'Bring it on! I'm ready to crush anyone who stands in the way of my Binks Sake!' Dell reacted, with a fiery spirit.

'I'll leave it to Dell. He has the better stomach for Sake!' Volk happily replied back.

'Sure', Ijin calmly replied back.

12 Hours Later...

'Ughhhh, is it morning already?' Dell yawned, as both he and a tired Volk walked out of the bar.

'Gravity Gravity Force!' Ijin, who was on Dell's left, cried as he turned a cyan blue and thrusted a shock wave covered in cyan blue.

'Missile Play!' a black haired woman, on Volk's right cried. She shot bullets from her guns that looked like mini missiles.

TO BE CONTINUED...

'Ijin?!'

Yet another cliffhanger! I need OC's for the villains of this arc! Otherwise I won't be able to continue the arc and will have to skip it! Remember: Send your OC's: name, age, D.O.B, appearance and abilities. Next chapter: The fight takes place! The four settle their differences! Volk and Dell go to Victorian Town! Both the mysterious 'Gun Slinger' and Kurotsuki Ijin follow behind! Remember: R and R and remember to send OC's!