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Sorus Gets Pissed Off and Cuts Shit Up!
By: Grandmaster Briz
On a stormy sea: West Blue
"This is BULLSHIT!" The Cheese Grater shook violently from the force of Sorus's outrage. "This was supposed to mean something, have an impact!" He growled, throwing the newspaper to the ground before picking it back up for a second look. It was true; he really did not get credit for the assault on the government official back at the Mozzarella Kingdom. "AN ANGRY LION?!" Sorus roared "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
"Yo, Sorus, could ya keep it down? Marko and I are trying to fish!"
"Yea, guess you'll just have to try harder next time… man." Marko said as he reeled up his line, realizing that he would not catch much in the middle of such rough seas. Vince followed suit and took a seat on deck, not far from Sorus who was at the helm.
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP?!" Sorus snapped back, the pirate flipped back to the front page for the West Blue "Lone Pirate Ruins Village Celebration! WHAT SORT OF SHIT NEWS IS THIS! FIRST, THEY LIE ABOUT ME AND THEN SNUFF MY STORY FROM THE FRONT PAGE?! ARE ALL THESE IGNORANT ASSHOLES SO DUMB THAT THEY FIND SOME PANZY KITCHEN SPICE MORE RELEVENT THEN ME? HELL, EVEN IF I WAS JUST A LION, I WOULD BE MORE THREATENING THAN THIS SKANK!" Sorus's finger scanned the page for the author of the piece. "JALEEL NAKEEM! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY I FIND YOU!" The berserk warrior harnessed his rage and took this moment to toss the paper into the air, draw both of his twinblades and shred it into confetti. "Celebrate that mother fucker!" The man growled in a vague reference to the celebration that the spice-pirate ruined. Of course, since Sorus was standing at the wheel, it was turned by his spinning blades and cut into pieces. All three passengers had to clutch onto the deck for dear life.
"Whoa… man!" Marko yelled back as he ran up and took the helm. "Don't steer if you are going to read… man!" Marko continued as rain suddenly began to pour upon the lone ship. The steering wheel now consisted only of perpendicular poles covered in little nicks from the onslaught.
"Oh shut up!" Sorus snapped back, the untamed berserk was scouring the deck for remaining newspaper shreds to bisect into infinity.
"I feel safer now that Marko has the helm or what's left of it." Vince chimed in. Vince was currently clutching the side of the ship with his serpentine arms.
Sorus didn't respond back, he was now staring at an insert of the newspaper that fell free to escape the massacre with a vicious grin on his face.
"What happened? It looks like you're playing something yo!" Vince asked as he gazed at Sorus.
Sorus ignored Vince and busted into a fit of laughter "DWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed madly. "THIS IS PERFECT!"
"…man" Sorus could barely hear Marko moan over the roar of the sea, rain, and Sorus's laughter.
"Yo, what are ya plannin'?" Vince asked concerned, obviously not hearing Marko either.
"All I need is more than one man who is able to fight!" He grinned
"Hey we can fight too!" Vince whined.
"I can… lion…man" Marko said again, his words a little more decipherable this time.
"DWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sorus laughed again, ignoring the ship's two other passengers completely. "This is perfect! They will never expect this! DWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sorus's fit of laughter continue as he let the newspaper fly away in the winds.
"…man" Marko concluded the same sentence again, suddenly getting Sorus's attention.
"What the hell are you trying to say Marko?" Sorus growled, obviously annoyed.
The newspaper skidded on the sea; the headlined of that page were barely visible. 'Rage King Imprisoned!' The headlines read as a giant wave engulfed the page and brought it to its water grave.
"I said I see an island… man" Marko finally said clearly.
Sorus and Vince suddenly snapped their gazes to the bow of the ship. "WHAT!"
Haymaker City Docks: Vilus Island
"Alms for an ex-leper?" A jolly man skipped alongside Sorus on the docks.
"Ex-leper?" Sorus asked, hardly caring and ready to hit something.
"Indeed sir, used to be a leper but I got c-." The man started his response before tearing off into a dreadful scream. Sorus had elbowed the man in the gut, sending him flying off the dock and into the water.
"Yo, what was that for?" Vince said as water from the man's impact with the ocean splashed on him while he and Marko ran to catch up with Sorus.
"I hate indecisive pricks like that. JUST BE A FUCKING LEPER!" Sorus said with a look of pure hate in his eyes. After seething for a moment, he turned to Vince "You and Marko fix that damn wheel you broke and guard the ship!"
"But" the chubby man in purple began to respond only to decide it may not be a great idea…many" Marko hung his head in shame.
"Go… back… to… the… damn… ship." Sorus commanded in a slow, menacing tone, taking additional time to annunciate his 'p'.
"Sure, you can count on us… man" Marko responded as he and Vince headed back to the ship upon Sorus's orders.
"Finally, the pests are gone!" Sorus growled to himself. The red haired man continued down the dock "First I need some strong crewmembers, maybe even a bounty head. Then I need a new ship, so I can leave those annoying little fucks in the dust." He continued to ramble about the pesky duo.
Sorus took his first step off the dock and into Haymaker City. "This place is shit!" Sorus grumbled his first impressions of the so called 'city'. Rotten planks of wood that had broken off of buildings during fights littered the narrow roads. He had heard of Haymaker City before and knew of its bad relations with the world government. There were outlaws everywhere, fighting in the streets. "The people are the trash of this world." He grimaced.
Two burly men were doing just that. One had a large blue mustache; the other had a long blond beard. "Mustache!" The mustachioed avenger roared as he knocked his bearded opponent out with a mighty uppercut.
He had no time to revel in his victory however, as Sorus had him by the collar in an instant. There was a loud crash as the man collided with the wall of the nearest building and Sorus walked up to him. "W-what do y-you want f-from m-me?" The man stuttered as blood dripped down his face.
"I was just wondering if you'd be so kind as to point me to a bar where I could find people who can actually fight" Sorus grinned upon the mustachioed man completely unaware that what he interrupted was a play by famed street performer and writer Grits Galleon.
Market District: Haymaker City
CRASH! A body flew into the nearby stalls and dust kicked up from the ground of the marketplace.
"Hey, isn't that?" A man said as spectators crowded around the area to see what was going on. A large man with short red hair and a chinstrap stood in the center of the commotion in a fighting stance. He was about twelve feet tall and muscular with fists larger than most people's faces.
"That is 'Drill Fist' Urlocker! A monster with a bounty of 10,000,000 belli!" Another man yelled as noise from the wreckage grabbed everyone's attention. A man with full bronze armor and a Fu Manchu stood up and let out a roar.
"You think you can hurt me with a weak punch like that? No one can get through my armor, or my name isn't 'Bronze Bearer' Gizzaro! I have a bounty of 8,000,000 belli!" He gloated as he drew his trident and began to spin it expertly before returning to a fighting stance.
Urlocker began to grin "I guess I will have to be serious then." He said as he drew out two gauntlets with massive steel drills on the top and put them on. A mechanical buzz could be heard as he clenched his fists, causing the two drills to spin.
"Trident Holliday!" Gizzaro exclaimed just before arriving within Urlocker's range and dodging to the right. At the same time, Gizzaro tossed the trident to his left hand and whipped it up to Urlocker's throat.
Urlocker, however had already ducked and shifted his bodyweight to the right. "I GOT DRILLS ON MY FISTS!" He roared as he bucked forward and jabbed with his right fist.
There was a tiny fraction of a second where it seemed like Gizzaro's armor had stopped the jab, but these assumptions were wrong. The armor began to crack under the whine of the drill and the massive muscles of Urlocker. "AAAHHH" He roared with veins popping out of his arms. The breast plate began to crack shortly before shattering everywhere. A slightly plump and shirtless Gizzaro had a moment to show his face of pure terror before Urlocker's fist connected with his flabby flesh.
Larry's Pub: Haymaker City
"Hey redhead!" A burly drunk man in the corner of the bar shouted out. "What is with that stupid looking towel on your shoulders?"
Sorus ignored the man and walked straight to the bar. "Get me some orange juice, sir!" Sorus growled, adding a "sir" to the end out of pure habit rather than any actual respect.
A couple of people laughed as the tatted up and muscular man was handed a glass or orange juice in a bar for alcohol.
"You wouldn't happen to be Larry would you, sir?" Sorus asked the bartender who was a heavy built man with a black horseshoe mustache and a balding patch at the back of his head.
"Yes I would; now why would I have time to care for a person who comes into my bar and asks for juice!" Larry replied with a sneer. "Would you like a bib with that?"
Sorus ignored the comment and took the high road for the first time in his life, he had business "I need to know where I could find strong people in this crap-town, it is supposed to be a gathering place for outlaws right?"
Larry paused for a second, was this man a bounty hunter or a marine? He couldn't be sure but he did know this person wasn't famous enough to have made any news. Larry paid close attention to all the faces to make the local news most of them were sure to be customers at one point or another... "What's it to ya? Are ya lookin' to get killed?" Larry grunted, not caring much of Sorus's fate one way or another.
Shuffling could now be heard in the back of the bar, a shirtless man with a full steel helmet was now visible. Upon this man's back was a massive iron sword with no blade, it looked far more likely to crush your skull than split it.
Sorus glanced back at the man for a moment and examined him. He was huge, at least fourteen feet with a hairy chest that was covered in scared. His hair was completely covered by his helmet and his muscles were ridiculously defined. The man lifted his helmet to look at Sorus, he was ugly, had a huge nose, dark stubble that showed a general apathy for regular shaving, and several missing teeth. Beady black eyes glared at Sorus, "What the hell are you lookin at?" He growled in a slightly dumb sounding voice.
"You, I came here to find some crewmembers but you look a bit too stupid to make it far with me." Sorus grinned back.
"Watch it!" Larry warned "That is "Bone Crusher" Faar Gilgazetz! He has the second largest bounty on the island right now with 9,000,000 belli on his head." Larry was not about to deal with more property damage due to some idiot being out of his league. Even if this man's bounty was largely due to his mass kitten killing a month or so back, he still clearly knew how to hit people with that stick of iron he carried around.
"I guess he might be better than I thought." Sorus grinned as Gilgazetz lowered his helm and stood up to face Sorus with one hand on his massive weapon.
Market District: Haymaker City
People scattered as Urlocker made his way through the streets of the market district, his crew members following close behind. The hulky man was fully confident in his abilities. At ten million belli, he had the highest bounty on the island; it was only a matter of time before the newcomer reached the ranks of men such as Capone "Gang" Bege. As a feared pirate from the West Blue, or at least that is how he saw himself.
The streets abandoned as Urlocker menacingly marched through them. No one seemed to want to challenge him after he so easily punched through Gizarro's armor. "RUHAHAHA!" he laughed slowly and steadily as he kicked a nearby table about twenty feet forward and into a wall. "This is the life, I like this town! I think that I will take it, what do youyou think boys?" he asked his crew who screamed their approval.
"Vrmblmndngf" a noise came from a table at a nearby café followed by a clink and a series of coughing.
Urlocker looked to the table with a wild look in his eyes to see three men there. The first was sitting quietly on the other end; he was a tall man with a white ponytail shouldering a rifle. This man had a single scar going through his lips. In terms of clothing the man went shirtless to expose his lankily muscular, scarred up body and wore a pair of shorts held up with a brown sash. He also had had a pair of sandals so he wouldn't have to move around in bare feet.
The next man was attempting to pat the coughing third man on the back in hopes of stopping the coughing. "Damn it Appatus, when you wanna say something tough, you have to take that damned pipe outta ya mouf!" he growled. This man was huge, had a mane of black hair, and was covered face to toe with scars. He had no shirt or shoes but wore long pants, with a brown sash to hold them up. Though he was shirtless, he wore a leather harness on his body. On the back of this harness were two rather vicious looking battle axes.
The third man stopped coughing at last before taking a big breath and picking up both his pipe and the pen he had knocked on the ground. "Thanks Ope" he gasped as he took a puff from his pipe and continued to draw on the piece of paper. This man was slim but not weak in build and around six feet tall. He had an intricate blonde goatee and rather thin blond hair that was currently covered by a grey and brown plaid golfer's cap. He also had carefully shaved sideburns as to not clash with the round spectacles he wore on his nose. In terms of clothing, Appatus wore a brown, red and yellow plaid button down shirt with the sleeves cut off as well as same colored plaid pants torn off at the knees to make shorts. Appatus topped all this off by wearing black dress shoes with no socks, completely offsetting the rest of his outfit.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" Urlocker growled at the brazen disrespect display.
Appatus removed his pipe before speaking this time and let out a couple puffs of smoke. "Oh sorry sir, I choked. What I was trying to say was that it would be a bad decision to do such a thing in this town." He then took another inhale of tobacco before puffing out the smoke to speak again. "Call it ironic but the order of Vilus Island is completely based on chaos. There are always so many bounty heads here that every time one tries to take over another will stop them. Do not be so conceited as to think you can take all the pirates on this island on at once." Appatus said before giving his pipe one final puff and standing up.
"Well I won't have to deal with them all at once if I take them one at a time. Why don't you just give up Appatus "The Gazelle"? You are outnumbered thirty to th-" Urlocker began before realizing that the two people with Appatus had disappeared, causing a large grin to spread across his face. "Thirty to one… how does it feel to be betrayed?" Urlocker said as he equipped his drill fists and his men pointed their weapons at their lone opponent.
Appatus took another puff from his pipe in an awkward silence before the sounds of guns loading drew everyone's attention. Appatus's officers were back with the rest of the crew, numbering about 26 including the officers and the captain. "Thank you for gathering the men on such a short notice Ope and Antil." Appatus said as he took a martial artist stance and began to move his left hand towards his hat.
Larry's Pub: Haymaker City
Sorus's arms were tired, he wasn't sure if he could block one more attack from that massive weapon with such average-sized blades. He had chosen to only use one of his twinblades so he could hold it with both hands when blocking. Sorus backed up a step and straightened his towel to prevent it from falling from his shoulders. They were standing right outside Larry's pub, leaving the audience in total awe with Sorus's ability to deflect such powerful attacks.
Gilgazetz was ridiculously powerful due to his horse-sized weapon, but that was about all that he had going for him. He only had a couple an actual techniques and even with those hisaccuracyhis accuracy was that of a handless chef trying to flip a pancake. Sorus smiled, he was ready to go on the offensive. A
"Kitty crusher!" Gilgazetz bellowed from the very bottom of his heart while his giant weapon soared through the air at Sorus's midsection, coming from his left.
Sorus jumped into the air at an angle so the sword would be under his left side. A savage grin quite similar to that of a man about to cut someone's tongue outspread across the swordsman's face as he separated the twinblade blade into two curved swords and twisted his body to stab the sword in his right hand into Gilgazetz's one wrist through to his second, pinning his wrists together. Sorus's assault wasn't over yet as he used the momentum of the sword to spin him around. "SOLAR FLARE!" Roared Sorus while the sword in his left hand cut Gilgazetz from his right shoulder to his left hip and Sorus dropped to the ground. The "Bone Crusher" followed shortly after, crashing to the floor in complete defeat. Sorus removed his other half-twinblade from Gilgazetz's arms and put them away before reentering the pub, leaving everyone in complete shock.
"So Larry, do you think I will be able to find someone stronger than that on this island?" Sorus asked the bartender as he picked up his orange juice and took a drink before crushing the glass. "Your OJ sucks by the way, you condescending asshole!"
Market District: Haymaker City
People gasped and began muttering amongst themselves.
There was a loud crash as dust was kicked everywhere. A huge fight had come to a close and no one could believe the outcome.
"Captain, catch!" Antil shouted when a plaid golf hat flew through the air and into its owner's hand.
Appatus removed his pipe from his mouth and puffed out some smoke rings. "Thank you, I need to cover my head back up, people are looking at me funny." He said as he placed the hat firmly upon his head. "Have you two seen the map I was drawing? I can't find it in all this mess." Appatus stated as he puffed another smoke ring.
Sorus felt something brush against his leg and looked down. It was a piece of paper with drawings on it. Normally Sorus would have taken the high road and stomped the paper into oblivion, but this time he thought he saw something interesting on the paper and picked it up.
His suspicions were confirmed, in his hands was a map including the various islands and dangerous spots in the ocean. Sorus grinned savagely and held it up in the air, about to ask who drew the map when he saw the wreckage before him. It looked like a storm had torn through the marketplace. Sorus scanned the area for people, there were a couple of people starring on the sides of the streets, but most of the citizens had deserted the area. Sorus could see a large group of nearly thirty armed men rushing to the aid of a massive man on the ground. On the opposite side of this man was a man in plaid with something sticking out of his mouth.
'A pirate fight…' Sorus concluded as he spotted Appatus's crewmates, 'Must have been a captain battle' Sorus added to himself, completely forgetting about the map in his hand. "HEY, YOU! THE PRANCING PLAID MAN!" Sorus screamed at the top of his lungs, causing the entire area to go quiet and turn to him. "ARE YOU THE MAN KNOWN AS 'DRILL FIST' URLOCKER! I WANNA CUT YOU!"
Appatus removed his pipe and puffed out a ring before slowly walking forward to get a better look at the man who was screaming at him. Urlocker's crew cowered away as he stepped over their captain who was still moaning on the ground. Appatus only had a slight nose bleed that dripped onto his long blond goatee and a cut on his arm. Upon getting closer Appatus spotted the paper in Sorus's hand "Excuse me sir, would that happen to be a map in your hand?"
Sorus's eyes got bloodshot and veiny at this question; this man was blatantly ignoring him. Asking him if a map was a map, the man must think Sorus was stupid!
Appatus let out a sigh upon seeing Sorus's response, "Oh and I am not Urlocker, that him lying over there on the ground." Appatus said as he replaced the pipe in his mouth.
Sorus's eyes returned to normal at Appatus's response and the crazed warrior busted out laughing "DWAHAHAHAHAHAHA," He laughed maniacally, "and you want to tell me that you did that? I doubt you could shit in a public toilet!"
"Why yes I did, well to the first question at least, the name is Appatus though the authorities of this ocean call me 'the Gazelle' I have a bounty of six million belli on my head. I believe stating your bounty after your name is some-" Appatus took a break and smoked from his pipe. Sorus's hands began to shake with the urge to punch. "sort of illogical, pseudo-masculine local greeting around here." the plaid smoker finished his statement after several seconds in his normal, sophisticated manner of speak. "Now would you answer my question good sir?"
"DWAHAHAHAHA, I guess you aren't just some nobody then!" Sorus exclaimed his own, gruff fashion. He, of course, chose to ignore the whole comment about masculinity. The swordsman couldn't give two shits in a public toilet about that. "And yes this is a map, is it yours?"
"Why yes it is, now it has been a pleasure meeting you, but I would really like that back." Appatus replied as he reached out a hand and stepped forward. Sorus lashed forward with a sudden kick that was, much to Sorus's surprise evaded by Appatus with a quick backwards jump. "Now sir, don't get hasty. Please just hand the map over."
"Well I can't say I like your politeness, but I can't pass up this opportunity since you already took my first option from me." Sorus growled.
Appatus let out a sigh "And what option did I take from you."
"Well I wanted that brute you floored and his men to join me on a little… voyage." Sorus grinned "But seeing that you not only beat him easily, but you also can draw maps, you are a much better choice DWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sorus laughed again as he lowered himself into a brawler stance. "Now, if you want this back, you will have to beat me."
Appatus took a puff from his pipe and turned around to walk away "Sorry it's just not worth it, if all I get for winning is a map I can draw again. I just got done with a fight; I do not see any reason to continue these nonsensical exchanges."
Sorus's eyes turned bloodshot again at this "Wait!" he growled "I have already decided I want you, this prison break will never work without someone to take me there." Sorus said in a tone just loud enough for Appatus to hear.
Appatus spat his pipe to the ground as he erupted into a fit of . Several moments later, Appatus grabbed his pipe off the ground and put it back in his mouth, panting heavily all the while. "You mean to attack Callahan Prison?" Appatus asked, dumbstruck.
"Yea, and now that you know I can't let you live if you don't become my follower." Sorus growled, still in his fighting stance.
Appatus smiled at this response, gripped the pipe between his teeth. "Interesting, I think I shall consider your offer." Appatus responded as he straightened his hands and closed the gaps in between each finger, lowering himself into a strange offensive stance with his elbows raised to shoulder level on each side. Appatus was now standing like some sort of strange bird. "Though I think I would be justified in testing you as well."
Appatus moved forward with inhuman speed "Bushwillow slicer." He said calmly with his pipe still clenched in his mouth.
Sorus brought his arms up to defend himself, not sure exactly how Appatus planned on doing damage with a stance like that. Appatus made a quick "x" shaped strike with his hands before continuing through to Sorus's other side.
A burning sensation filled Sorus's arms as they burst open, blood spraying everywhere. "What the hell?! You floaty little gnat!" Sorus growled
Appatus smiled "I see you have become acquainted with my Savannah Seiken!" He smiled as he returned to his odd fighting stance.
Sorus swore that his eyes were tricking him; Appatus's nails were retracting back into his fingers. Sorus suddenly flashed back to the moment the attack connected with his forearm, Appatus had extended his nail at that exact moment as to focus the point of impact and cut into Sorus's skin "What is up with your nails!" Sorus growled.
Appatus burst into another fit of coughs; he couldn't believe Sorus had figured out his attack so quickly. Once he was done coughing, he stopped to breathe for a moment "I must say that I am surprised you figured out how I cut you so quickly. It is known as life return, which is the ability to manipulate the body to its full potential." Appatus began, taking another moment to smoke before continuing "Though I'll have you know that Savannah Seiken was originally intended to be used without life return."
Sorus darted forward and threw a quick jab with his left fist but Appatus managed to sidestep it only to get a right hook to the kidney. Sorus did not let up, however, and grabbed the back of Appatus's neck and brought his knee up to the man's gut. He spit his pipe to the ground in recoil to the strike with a loud grunt.
Appatus tore himself from Sorus's grip and stumbled back a couple of steps. Sorus did not miss a beat and jumped forward to throw a right hook. Appatus was expecting this and smoothly moved his head back before countering with a fury of Savannah Seiken stabs. "Manketti Barrage!" He called out, pushing Sorus back to avoid the brunt of the attack while keeping his forearms up on the defensive. Appatus lunged forward, aiming his hands in between Sorus's guard and spreading them apart with amazing speed. "Bloom!" Appatus stated in addition to his original attack name.
Sorus's guard broke for an instant and Appatus seized the opportunity to get one more attack in. Since his arms were already extended, Appatus lunged in with a head butt. Sorus tensed his body, confident that he could take the attack. He was wrong and spat blood all over the ground from the impact of the head butt. Sorus was quick to respond and latched onto Appatus's hat, there was
Appatus tried to bring his head up, but Sorus fell on his rear and kicked Appatus over his body while keeping the hat firmly in his grip.
"FREAK!" Some oily lady the streets shouted, but Appatus was unfazed. He was obviously used to the insults at this point.
Sorus glared blankly, he felt he should be surprised but he didn't feel emotions aside from anger very well. . Before him, Appatus was struggling to his feet free of his hat with two grey horns with a series of rounded ridges following to the points that ended at the back of his head, curled towards each other. "Nice horns jackass, now quit stalling because I don't give a shit!"
"What are you gonna do…" A goofy looking fat man began to speak "be a living kebab?" There was an eruption of laughter; the joke was apparently a hit with the locals to whom kebabs were hip and trendy.
"I am from the proud tribe race of Gazzilients; I call the island of Hiljak Hills in the Grand Line home." Appatus stated in an attempt to answer Sorus's obvious question. "Now if you would be so kind, let us finish this battle." He concluded as he moved his arms further out and perched himself on one leg in a completely offensive stance. "Tree of Death Stance."
Sorus grinned and reached for his swords, it was time to get serious. He began to spin each two-bladed sword rapidly in his hands when he saw a sudden movement behind Appatus. "THAT'S FUCKING GREAT! NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY GOATMAN!" Sorus roared as he reared back with his right arm and flung the double sword through the air, aiming where Appatus's head was. "BURNING METEOR!"
Appatus listened just in time to duck so that the true target took the attack across the chest. Urlocker had gotten back up and moved to ambush Appatus. The blade continued to spin and cut down everything in its path until it eventually wedged its way into a wall. Appatus was not sure whether to be insulted at the goat comment or thankful for being saved. His curiosity in Sorus and his plans, however, had definitely been piqued. He had never met someone who had cared so little about the fact he wasn't human. Appatus had never really planned on being a pirate captain anyway,
Haymaker City: The Docks
An hour or so had passed since the fight had concluded and a group stood next to a brown Galliot with crimson paint on the rim and bow. A Galliot was a small, two masted warship propelled by both oars and sails. This particular model seemed to be able to be operated by anywhere between twenty-five to fifty crew which was why Sorus made sure to recruit some of the members of Urlocker's crew before following Appatus to his ship. The figurehead of the ship was actually a massive winged spear whose head gleamed in the sunlight and slid smoothly into the bow of the ship. Just before the head of the spear was a massive crimson and gold shield with curve in the side to slide the spear shaft through. All of this was then topped off with a flag of a gazelle skull. "And here she is" Appatus said with a quick puff from his pipe "The Bladed Fury in all her adequately deserved glory."
Sorus pointed at the flag "Lets rip that shit off and let's do this shit!" Sorus growled as he hopped onto the ship and the rest of the crew followed. Appatus had decided to join Sorus after he saved him saying that Sorus would have had the upper hand once he used his swords. Appatus still couldn't get over the fact that Sorus did not seem to care much that he had horns 'It's like he only cares about strength' Appatus shrugged to himself as he sat down in the captain's cabin across from Sorus and immediately getting to work on setting the course for Maroon Island.
The crew groaned in unison as the ship began to surge forward away from the docks thanks to the combined effort of their rowing.
"Yo, this is a lot of work!" A certain sailor groaned.
"Yea, can't we raise the sails yet… man" Another replied
A/N: Well sorry for the long wait, hope you guys are pumped up for the multi-part prison break next chap! Also we are putting the crews up on the One Piece Fan Fiction Wiki if you guys check that site out. The Rifts are going to have a short chapter two as well to prepare for a big third island. People please keep reviewing! I enjoy every review I can get, don't forget to read Kaira and Whale's chapters as well! Oh and yes my avatar is the rift pirate's logo it's a smiley type flag with a yin-yang theme. Anyways I am going to peace out, Grandmaster Briz signing out!
Updated on May 12, 2015
I have heavily altered the dialog and descriptions in both this and the previous chapter. Check it out!