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Here's the next chapter! It's getting more and more confusing…
P.S. Jura has amber eyes, Raja has green eyes. Only other physical different is the hair style.

*grabs net* Enjoy the story as I go hunt for Uncle Gen, wonder where he went?

(*Normal POV*)

Jura was pretty sure he had nothing to do with royalties, nor that any royal blood runs in his family. He is and was born a pirate, not someone who lives in a big castle and sits there all day. He lives on a ship- The Moby Dick. It has a whale head and it's white. Or for now, the Angler, the 'little' fishing boat they 'borrowed' from some rich bastards.

To sum it up, he had absolutely no idea what the hell is going on.

"Dude, I think you go the wrong person."

Perry slowly lifted his head stared at the pirate, he gasped, literally jabbed a finger at his face. "Y-your eyes!" He exclaimed, jaws dropped.

"Hey, that hurt! And what about my eyes?"

"S-sorry… You look like the- No! We can't talk here! Come with me!"

"Oi, whaddaya' doing? Let me go! Let me- gooooo! Ann, save meeee!" Jura yelled as the watchmen speed off dragging him on the floor.

Ann stood there dumbfounded, "What just happened?" she asked herself, "I think he got kidnapped…" Answering her own question, she shrugs and followed the trail they left behind.

It trail lead out of the town and into the village, where it disappear and replaced by voices of two men.

"Are you crazy! It got nothing to do with me, oi!"

"What are you two doing?" She said, stepping out of the bush.

"Ann! Good timing, this guy here wants me to impersonate this Prince Raba dude and stop a freakin' wedding and the-"

"It's Prince Raja! And you must help us; no one wants him as our new ruler!"

"Then just don't marry the guy!"

"You don't get it, it's not that simple! T-"

"Ok, STOP! I can't catch on. You," she locked her sight at Perry, "Start from the beginning."

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Story Time! (*Normal POV from here until the end.*)

A slight younger version of Perry walked along the streets of May Town, two boxes in his hands and a sword that was too long for his height strapped onto his back to prevent it from dragging on the floor.

He hums a little tune as he watched the townsfolk decorate the buildings and trees with colourful streamers, balloons and flags; two more days until the Princess' birthday.

"Perry! Over here!"

Lee put up his hand to get his attention; five men gathered around the tallest tree in the town, it was already half decorated with lights and lanterns.

"Wow, it looks great!" Perry exclaimed, handing the boxes to them. "But how are you going to get to the higher parts?"

"Ah, we'll leave that to the birds!" He blew a whistle and spread his arms, so he was standing like a 'T', suddenly, a flock of white pigeons flew down and landed on his shoulder, arms, head and well, anywhere that is available. To be honest he looks kinda ridiculous."They're Madam Foster's!" He laughed, like Santa.

"Ok… The cooks want me there so I'll be going now bye!" He said that so fast he wasn't even sure if the Captain could understand, in truth he just wanted to get away. You see, Perry here has a fear of birds, lord knew why! Some said that when he was washed ashore on the island a bird attacked him, but that story's for another time.

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"Perry, my boy, has Lee receive the boxes?" The king, Neil, questioned from his throne, he was a middle age man with medium length brown hair, a crown kept them from covering his eyes. The brightly red, blue and green coloured robes he wore touch the floor, and the shoes mentioned before were red.

Next to him sat his wife, the Queen, Luna. She look no older than the king, in fact, she was three years younger than him. Her hair was in a darker shade than Blair's strawberry blonde locks, but it's certainly obvious she got most of her looks from the Queen.

"Yes, your highness." Perry answered. Had he just returned from town and what luck, no not really, the first person that greeted him was the king. He doesn't hate the king, it's just that... well, you'll find out next.

"Wonderful!" He laughed, clapping his hands together. "I can't wait to see the looks on my little Princess' face! The party's going to be so great! Can you imagine it, my boy? The lights, the food, the dancing, the singing, the people… Oh! We can't forget the present now, can we? What are you getting her, Perry? It must be hard to decide, but I'm sure Blair will be happy with whatever you give her oh, I know! How about you make her something? Or you could pick some flowers? The ones you grew are blooming very beautifully already, I know. I checked. And…"

What the king said after the first few words sounded more like blah blah blah to Perry, he knew he was trying to be helpful or whatever, but this is just too much… The Queen giggled, she had saw the look on the poor watchman's face and pat her husband's back.

"I think Perry has something to do, dear." She said, smiling.

"Oh… Well, we'll take later, my boy!" He sounded rather disappointed.

'Thanks, Queen Luna…' Thought Perry, giving a relief smile. He gave a bow before dismissing himself. "I will see you later, highness."

"Very well… Oh, wait!"

'Noooooo!' His mood sank, what does he want now? "Yes, my lord?" He forced a smile, every often he would give a change and call him 'Lord.', only when he became impatient.

Neil chuckled; he knew what's going on in the boy's head. "No worries, this won't be long. You see, the other day Prince Raja from the neighboring country requested an audience with me…" He started, frowning. "He wanted to marry the Princess Blair when she turns 18, in three more years. And he is ready to go into war if we refuse."

"WHAT! He can't do that!"

The watchman couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knew the Prince was not a good man but he never expect that he'd wanted their Princess for a bride. After all, he never seems like a type that was interested in women. More or less starting war for one.

"He can and he will." Neil continued. "He awaits our answer on Blair's 16th birthday."

"What did you tell him?"

"I have not yet answered, they would outnumber us. We can't win with our small military."

"But we could try! My lord, forgive me, but you know what kind of man Prince Raja is! What would happen to us after he became ruler won't be any different from war. How would Blair feel about this? What would out people think?"

"Enough Perry! I know… I know, I will make it up for this."

"Make it up? This isn't something you could just 'make it up' for!"

"ENOUGH!" Neil stood up from his throne, it was rare to see him angry being the person he is. He sighed and sat down. "I'm sorry, my boy… Please, return to your room and take the day off. I will come by in the evening and will you hear me out? Just for a while, so please, do as you are told for now."

He hesitated, but agreed. "Yes, highness." He grumbled, counting his own footsteps as he made his way back to the watchmen's dorm.

Luna watches the boy go sadly, she understand how he felt, no one liked the Prince after the King and Queen was killed. It happened when he was nine, after that he has changed dramatically; she remembered that he was such a sweet little boy back then. He would run up to her with a toothy grin each time during their visit, he would call her 'Aunty Moon' and play with her little ones.

But then he became silence. He no longer talks, no longer laughs, and no longer visits. A frown sat across his face every single day and night. No one really knows what happened or what made him changed into what he is today.

"Maybe everything was too hard on him… Being an only child he would have no one to share his true feelings with, living in that big castle must felt so alone to him."

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"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE-YAI-YAI-YAI-YYAAAEEEEIIII!" Some freakish Amazon cried rang out in the air, people dressed in custom danced, they wore grass skirts, wrappings, wooden accessories and ornaments, brightly colourful cloths, big hats; sombreros, masks and even fruits. In the hands held maracas, ukuleles, guitar all sorts of instruments. Heh, now all they're missing is a bon fire-

"HHHHIIRRRAAYYYYYYHHHH!"

Now they have a bon fire… The noises died down as a masked figure stepped forward, even the bird stopped their annoying caws as he put out his hand and called silence. The people bow.

The mask resembled an ox's skull, long dark green hair grew out from the back; although it was a wig, laced with feathers and stopped under the man's ankle. He was barefooted and shirtless, tribe tattoo were all over his muscular body and wasn't wearing pants, instead he wore a dark blue tribal kilt; much like a skirt, and layered it with a furry animal pelt tied in the middle of his er… under the bellybutton.

"Tonight, we celebrate!" He exclaimed. The people put up either their hands or fists and yowled in agreement.

"YAAAARRRRR!"

Now a woman stepped out and stood next to him, she called silence like he had. The people instantly quiet down and bow when they saw her.

"Rise!"

She called. She was also wearing a mask, one that resembles a deer in the same fashion as the man's. Her boobs were covered with a tube top layered with animal pelting; the yellow skirt she wore had white hibiscus print on them and on her ankle were grass ornaments much similar to Marco the Phoenix's.

"Tonight, we celebrate!" She repeated the man's word, no one dared to speak as both mask wearer stepped aside, making way for two newcomers.

She was barefooted, only wearing the same grass ornaments as the women before. Her long strawberry blonde were tied up in a high pony tail, a hibiscus tucked in behind her ear along with some hair. On her face hung a warm smile, the pure while strapless dress reached down and stopped under her knees, the semi-tight material stuck to her body, showing her curves.

One man held her hand as they walked forward; shirtless and wearing a short animal pelt with feather belt over a red and white striped kilt. A pair of sandals under his feet, the young man's mask rest on his back; showing off his face with the tribal markings under his eye and cheeks. Those wild shaggy long hairs were indeed, wigs.

The young man laughed nervously; sweat dropping as he eyed the audients. 'I can't believe they went and did it…' he though.

"My people!" The masked man started, spreading his arms. "Tonight is the 16th year she walked among us, we loved her as our own; well, she is" He allowed a small and short laugh before speaking louder. His voice was strong and full of power. "Nonetheless! Tonight shall be different! She has become an adult; our Gods had blessed her with beauty, health, prosperous, love and happiness! The legends said that- that… that… er… what was it again?"

A cool wind swept by along with an awkward silence, 'Huh?' though everyone as the masked man went into a thinking mode.

"To hell with that! Too confusing!" He cried, unmasking himself and tossed it to the ground." Now, we celebrate the Princess' 16th birthday! Enjoy the food and events, enjoy the party! Kjahahahahaha!"

"OOOOOHHH!"

"IT'S A FIESTA! A FIEATAAAA! AAAIIIIIEEE!"

Perry sighed, slipping the mask off his head. The Princess loved having fun with her people; she got that off the king, who's fun-loving and laid back. He rested his head on hand and recalled, last year was desert theme wasn't it? Blair dressed as a dancer and he as an Arabian prince. Huh, isn't it the opposite? He gave an are-you-serious chuckled at the thought of him dressed as a dancer… that'd be weird. Wait- Are there even male dancer in the first place?

"This year is a weird mix of Hawaiian and Fiesta… what's next? Big, transforming robots and magical ponies? … And the year before is a Halloween/Christmas crossover…"

The two days passed quickly and the day slowly turned to night. The people of the country danced around the bon fire and played music, they ate and laughed, it was truly a joyful night.

"Perry!" Noir, a girl from town waved to him. She was dressed as a hula dancer, the top covered her belly but showed off most of her boobs, a blue flower tucked behind her ear. "Come dance with us!"

"No thanks."

She huff, putting her hands on her hip and replied with a crocked eyebrow. "What got you down, mister?" She asked, leaning over.

"Nothing."

"Fine! If you don't want to dance with us, why not go eat some food? You were preparing for the party the whole day, right?"

"Not hungry."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Oy, can you speak more than two words?"

"… Sure I can." He grinned, showing up three fingers; one for each word.

"… Are you sure you're ok?"

"..."

"Perry? Oy… You there?"

"Perry fell asleep."

BIONK!

"Ouch! HELL NOIR, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"'GIT YER SORRY ASS OVER THERE, YA' GUTLESS FISH! THE FUCKIN' FIRE DANCE CAN'T START YOU!"

"Sheeesh! You don't have to yell!"

"Just go!"

"Fine!"

A stratified smirk came across Noir's face as he grabbed six torches(clubs); three in each hand and a fire hoop in mouth. The crowd cheered as the young man walked towards the stage(open ground AKA town's square.). The area was dark until the drummers started their performance and female dancers came in from ten directions.

They each wore matching bikini top and long skirt that show off one of their leg, the clothing had beautiful flame pattern on them and laced with beads. The transparent cloth belt on their waist was short enough to not get in their way. They danced and twirl with red veils in their hands, coming to the center and held the hand of the person next to them, making a circle and facing each other's back.

The music picked up as the dancers' circle came closer and smaller, a small light came be seen inside and quickly they pulled away, holding the veils up and spin in the circles. Cheers covered the drumming as the light became brighter, the veils moved out of the way and the young watchmen came to view. He had slipped in while the audiences were distracted.

He started twirling the flaming torches, tossing them in the air and juggles them. Three more male dancers joined in, they were twirling a pole that was in flames at both end. The female danced out of the way as they blew on one end of the pole, making the fire rise up and danced.

From the darkness Noir tossed the fire hoop, Perry toss the torches higher and bent his legs a little, he jumped, earning a loud cheer once more as he caught the torches in the air and did a somersault and caught the hoop in his mouth. The fire form a circle as he did, he did a perfect landing and tossed the torches once more and with his free hand his spin the hoop on one finger before tossing it too. It burst into flame as it came in contact with the torches' fire.

The crowd cheered once more. Blair eyes sparkled as she watched him juggled the torches and kicked the flaming hoop with his ankle like a foot ball, not letting it fall or roll away. The show ended when more hoops are set on fire; Perry tossed the hoops one by one to the other dancers' pole to let it caught on fire, and much like plate spinning without the center part, they spun the flaming hoops.

"No more I want to sleeeeepppppppp!"

Noir laughed and patted his back, while Blair passed him a glass of iced tea. The performance was a success.

"But you were great! They crowd loves 'ya!"

"Where'd you learn this stuff anyway, Perry?"

Perry took a slip from the glass and wiped away his sweat with a towel. "I don't know. I always knew these things. I think I came from a circus before I got washed up on this island." He started laughing.

"Oh, now I wonder why you're a watchmen and not the jester."

"I could get you a position if you want?"

"Dammit you two this job's hard enough!"

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The party came to an end as dawn approaches. Blair sat next to the Queen as the king gave a last speech before dismissing everyone.

"Thank you all for attending my daughter's birthday! It had been a great and successful night, take a rest people! The cleanup will start when the sun rises again."

"What about the presents?"

Someone from the crowd questioned.

"Oh right, the celebration was extended this year… She came open it tomorrow! Kjhahahaha! We send thanks to you, my people. Now-"

"Aren't you forgetting something, King Neil?"

The voice of the man's was cold and flat; the crowds stepped away and cleared the area for the man's face to be seen.

His face was emotionless; greens clouded eyes scanned the area before a sadistic smile broke up. "Good morning." He greeted, smiling wider.

"Raja." Greet the king, he had his hand behind his back, giving a sign for the Princess that most likely mean 'Get the hell out of here immediately!'. "What a surprise to see you here."

"Of course." He laughed."I came to make sure you announce the wedding, your highness."

"Wedding?"

"What's he talking about?"

"Mommy, I'm scared."

Mutters of comments rose, Neil clenches his fist, "Silence!" he yelled, and the noises died down instantly. "Raja, this has to stop. I will never let you marry Blair, you hear? NEVER!"

The smile on his face never died, Raja snapped his fingers and suddenly, scream can be heard. Thousands or even millions of men appeared and have the innocent at sword point. He saw a mother pushed her little girl behind her and drew out his sword, grabbing the child's collar and drew a line on her cheek with his sword. Tears and blood rolled off her face, down towards the blade.

"You see, dear King. This is not a request."

The girl's eyes widen, she scream and struggled to get free.

'…This man killed my mother.'

She screamed even louder when she saw the blood in her hands. The crowd gasped and backed away more as he tossed away his sword.

'…I can't see mother… Anymore?...' Her hand slowly slides away from her face, feeling the floor for the cold feeling of the blade.

"NOIR! Knock the girl!" Neil had asked the closest person he knew.

"Huh- Oh, yes!" 'I'm sorry, little miss…'

She kicked the sword away and gave her a chop behind the neck. She was too crying as she glared at the man smiling sadistically at them.

"Two years later today, Neil. Prepare the ceremony or I shall… one that is drenched in blood. Kahahaha… Men! Return to our ship, we're heading back!"

The mood was dead. "RAJA!" cured Perry. How he wanted to slice the man up one by one and sent him to the other side of the world. Blair stopped him before he drew out his sword, she shook her head, he could clearly see that she is trying hard not to shed a single tear.

No one held a conversation with more than ten words for the next few days. While the people cleaned up the town in silence, Noir had set out on a journey to seek someone; apparently she had planned this trip for a while now. Perry kept Blair company under orders of the Queen, although she was sure it wasn't necessary.

{{{Extras; Perry doesn't know this part.}}}

"Your highness," Lee started; a meeting was held between the two of them to discuss the matter. "We can't let this go on! We have to fight!"

"We can't win this war, Lee! They outnumbered us big time!"

"We could try!"

"You know, the boy said something similar…"

"Hoho, really? Then maybe you should take out advice! Our men are strong, we may be small be we are strong! We can do this is we give it our best!"

"But they-"

"We have two years to train!"

"But-"

"Two year!"

"Ok, ok, sheesh! I'll give you two years! One condition, you have to stop the wedding in time, I know our own strength but they still outnumbered us."

"Are you saying we'll win this by brain instead of brawn?"

"It's the only choice, gramps."

"Good heavens, you gutless fish! 'Ya better hope Blair forgives you for this! You're going to ruin her life; married to an idiot!"

"Gramps... I won't let him marry her. I'll get her away one way or another."

End of Story

This shit was so hard to write… *facepalm* I don't even know what I'm writing anymore… I want to rewrite the whole story… again… ARRGCFDFJkfjkdfjklgjgjkbnlk The plot is harder to fit in now!

Ack- For now I'll just finish the whole story before rewriting, it's dragged away from the main point… did I even wrote what the main point is? Oh yes, that's right! She's searching for Ace- her I- don't-know-you-are-we-related? cousin.(It ain't a spoiler, I wrote it in the summary. Not my fault you didn't figure it out~ c;) And what else? To find the secret that lies within the book Roger wrote.

This is so confusing… T^T I lost my will to write now… Ah well, expect a few arts coming up~ I just need to be fixing my scanner. C: