"Oi Satchel! We're all out of beer! And we need more food if we wanna survive!" Titus said as he clumsily walked out of the pantry. He had been drinking hoards of beer all night long. In just one week, one man was able to finish as much beer as an entire family drinks for over a year. Satchel just stared at him with cold eyes that had a hint of envy. His captain drank enough beer to kill a man twice over, yet he was barely drunk. When Titus finally reached the front of the boat he fell to his knees and began to puke. Satchel, who had taken off his large coat and his satchel, went over to him with a small pole and whacked Titus unconscious. Satchel checked on the supplies and agreed that they needed to go to town and grab some food. The only thing is that neither of the two on board knew anything about navigation. He decided to just keep going straight and let the wind lead their way. And sure enough they found a town. But this was a town that Satchel knew meant bad business. He tried to find an end to the number of ships with the white sail with the word, in blue, "Marine" written on them. He started to turn the ship around, but was stopped by a metal hand.
"What do you think you're doing Satch? Don't you feel like getting some beer and killing some marines while we're at it?" Titus had gotten over the buzz and was back to normal far too quickly for a normal person. Satchel wasn't sure if it was because Titus was just a freak of nature or if Titus had a sixth sense whenever marines were nearby, either way he knew he had to follow the captain's orders. They circled around the island until they found a small cave large enough to fit the boat. They dropped it off and departed towards the island on the ship's old, rickety carrier boat. They reached the island, avoided any marines and slipped in to the large, busy crowds of the city. They both looked up at a sign that dominated the side of the street they were on. They arrived in Chimera Town.
"Whoa... this place is huge. How can so many people fit on one island?" Titus said as he started looking around. He was only used to suburban villages, not large cities with huge buildings. Satchel grabbed Titus by the neck and began to ran. It took a few minutes for Titus, who was completely mesmerized by the city, to realize that he was moving against a will. He asked, "What happened Satchel?" as he continued to let Satchel control his body. As they ran Satchel showed his captain a beige piece of paper with a picture of a messy-haired boy, with green eyes, and skinny body looking nonchalant as he scratched his hair with a metal hand. Underneath it read: WANTED: Dead or Alive Titus "The Titan" . Titus finally stopped letting Satchel control him and abruptly stopped. His smile was larger than it ever had been as he saw the word bounty along with 2 Million Beli written underneath it. He began to ramble nonsense as he tried to express his emotions. Before he could figure his speech out they heard gunfire right behind them. The marines had seen Titus' metal hand and instantly recognized him. Titus was preparing to fight, but then Satchel grabbed him by his neck and , again, began to run away, as Titus crossed his arms and made the face of an angry five year-old.
They continued to run as they navigated through the unfamiliar city. Then as the marines began to close in on them with massive numbers they were saved by the opening of a door. As Titus and Satchel looked on a man with no hair and tattoos everywhere lit his cigarette and looked at the two of them. He heard the marines yelling and realized that these two were either criminals or pirates. He smiled and said with his cold voice, " I can give ya boys a lil' shelter if ya want, but you gonna have to work for me while you're here." Neither of them could reply with words so they shook their heads with approval. He gestured for them to come in. They went inside, the tattooed man turned on the light revealing the place to be a blacksmith shop. They saw that the place was filled with smoke and smelled of metal and ash. The man looked at the two of them and said, "Welcome to Getsuga Workshop... the blacksmith for the legally challenged."

Smoke filled the air as Titus and Satchel looked on in amazement at the site. A dozen or so men working hard each with a certain magic and talent. They were more than just blacksmiths, they were artists. Or at least that's what the sign said over head. Titus walked forward not because of the work being done in front of him, but by the smell of his one true love: beer. He almost gravitated towards it but was completely interrupted by a powerful hand that sent him flying in the wrong direction. He crashed into a pile swords, but everyone else seemed oblivious to this. Satchel ran over to his fallen captain while the tattooed-man walked over, cleaning his hands.
'Whered'ya think you're going kid? That's my personal supply of beer. Now I thought I told you two that you're gonna have to work for my protection. If ya want it then get ready. Cuz you've just entered hell. And guess who's the devil in charge," he said with a grin that only a blind mother could love. He yanked them both up, put them in black aprons and they got a crash course. The first man they were sent to was called Wheezy for the fact that he smokes as much as he breathes, and eats more than that.
"*gasp* Alright you little punks I'm here to teach ya to *cough* make a decent *gasp* sword..." he rambled on, giving simple advice that had gone way over the two boys heads. They nodded when he finished, and soon got to work. Satchel made decent swords, but most of them would break. While Titus, well, it's difficult to describe the utter failure that is blacksmith Titus. Let's just say there was a lot of screaming and if it hadn't been for the puppy-eyes the Hidden Pirates made, they would have been kicked out. They continued to work there for another week, getting to know everyone and soon they became friends, except for one of them.
This guy was named Gatso. Some may call him a kid with a lot of attitude, Mr. Tattoo Guy(as Titus now refers to him) calls him a lot of things, that are not for children's ears except when he says, "The kid's a damn prodigy, better than me probably." They call him the Devil's Workshop since he can make anything ,but only sells to the highest buyer, which is usually someone on the black market. He detests the two pirates very much, saying every time he puffs his cigar that they are worthless scum who have no right to be here. Despite that Titus and Satchel still tried to befriend him, trying to start conversations with him, but all to no avail. He became aggravated with them and almost always tries to test his new original prototypes on them, but is always stopped. Mr. Tattoo Man whose real name Rafe Getsuga will not allow violence between brothers. He considers everyone in the blacksmith to be as close to blood as possible. They know everything about each other, what the like, dislike, what they enjoying eating, and playing, these were people who would do anything for each other, And in Gatso's mind, those two were ruining that bond by coming in there and forcing themselves into their sealed circle. They bothered him so much that he did something that not even Rafe could veto. Gatso threw a hot throng at the back of Titus; as he clenched in pain, Gatso walked over him and said, "I challenge you idiots to a brawl." Titus stopped whining and is face turned into a smile.
"I've gotten physically stronger thanks to you guys, I've been waiting to show it off. You sure about this bro?" he said as Gatso pulled out his famous gun, known for blowing through three heads with one bullet.
"Does it look like I'm sure?"
"Well then let's go." Titus said as he brushed off his pants and stood up. Satchel also prepared for battle, but his captain gave him eyes that only true friends could understand. He dropped his bag and leaned against the wall. Rafe looked on with a look of disappointment as the two young men walked towards the outside. They passed their silent brothers, as one tried to stop them he was pulled back by Wheezy. When they arrived at the secluded area, Rafe stopped Titus long enough to say this.
"Do anything stupid or go too far and you'll have to deal with me." As he walked away Gatso prepared his guns and holstered all thirty of them. Titus sat down to tie his shoe when the first bullet went flying by. Gatso began running around firing shots of fire, ice, and grenades. Titus dodged each with ease until he saw that two of them hit him. But these weren't normal bullets. These were called gum shots, known for sticking to the opponent and detonating in about fifteen seconds. They blasted and Gatso felt that he had won. Only to hear a yawn that broke every happy joint in his body. Titus walked out of the smoke, unscathed, stretched, and prepared to fight.
"Now...how about we get serious." He said as Titus charged at him, Gatso pulled out his favorite handgun and the battle commenced. Titus dodged each bullet while Gatso took some damage from the powerful attacks. In the end Titus stood over his fallen comrade. They looked at each other with fighting eyes, but those disappeared when Titus offered him a hand. "You are tough, how bout you join-" a door slammed open and tear gas raided the area. Masked men entered as countless blacksmiths fell. The tallest among the masked men took those who were still conscious into the workshop. He took off his mask to reveal himself as Titus' arm began to burn and dark memories returned.
"My name is Captain Seiryu Royce of the Marines, I hear you've been doing some illegal things here ." he said as he put an all too familiar sword through Wheezy's back and took a smoke."And I would like to see you beg for your life as I ruin you and all your little friends."