Chapter 2 San Farudo
In the evening of the same day, the Heartpirates also arrived on the island of San Farudo, as for certain reasons they were still on the first half of the Grand Line in Paradise. San Farudo was near Water Seven and was considered the island where one could attend a truly extraordinary carnival. Since the crew had wished for a little break, their captain was willing to grant them that wish. After attending the carnival parade, the members of the Heartpirates gradually found themselves in a lightly frequented inn at a late hour...
While his crew was singing pirate songs and being distracted by loud laughter, Trafalgar Law's attention was on what was happening near the bar. The woman he had just spotted entering the inn was approached by a chubby guy just then. Curious as he could be, he now concentrated on fading out all other bar conversations in order to attend the one conversation as best he could from a distance. Secretly he was already thinking his part, Law thought that the guy would certainly not have a chance with such a lady. Grinning, since it was going to be very entertaining, he took a sip of his sake with relish, which was standing in front of him at a small table. While his eyes continued to keep an eye on the situation at the bar, Law recalled the woman's appearance. In his eyes she was really a true, fair-skinned gem of a female specimen. Her hip-length and slightly curly hair was an eye-catcher for him. It had been a little too dark earlier, but Law suspected the woman's hair was elderflower. Furthermore, from his perspective, he had only seen her profile, but still her face was clearly recognizable, the lady had very short forehead fringes starting at the hairline. Law found her countenance resembled that of a porcelain doll, mainly because of her narrow, curved eyes under short eyebrows. He found her hinted snub nose cute, but only the color of her eyes had somehow cast a spell over him. The woman owned an amber coloured iris, which in turn immediately reminded him of the warmth and kindness of his late benefactor. Then, still not quite sure, but still betting on it, it had seemed to him that he had seen a seam on her lower lip on the right side. Unusual in his opinion, but nevertheless it didn't make the woman any less attractive to him, rather she only aroused in him the need to find out more about her! The thought of her flawless, well-formed, almost certainly 1.80m tall body was inevitably noticeable in his pants. It seemed that the alcohol he had already drunk slowly made his mind a little more accessible to one thing or the other. But to cool down a bit, Law shook his head and took another sip of his drink. Then he leaned forward a little to refill his glass and then put the almost empty bottle back on the table surface. Loosening up again, Law sank once more into the cushions on the couch in the back of the bar to continue his observations in peace. Exactly at this moment the white blonde seemed to be about to give her counterpart an answer.
As it was so often the case, B remained calm, while in the end she ended her meal early. Inwardly, however, she was annoyed about the behavior of her interlocutor, who had now been forced on him. Once again, the gentleman seemed to be someone who, unfortunately, did not know how the hare was going. Frustrated, she pondered while using her tongue to remove the last bits of food between her teeth behind her closed lips. But then she just sighed, really wondering why such people just had to be around again and again?! In the meantime, however, the man next to her spoke to her again. "Well, girl, I'm sure we get along! You did an excellent job and I really want to thank you for that, but the money here... I think I'll keep it then, hehehe ~", her counterpart chuckled at the end of his statement, patting his wallet because it was attached to the side of the belt. B carefully put down her cutlery, consisting of a knife and fork. "In my eyes it is truly unforgivable to interrupt someone's meal while the other is eating, just to be able to speak brazenly with the person concerned!", she muttered, while she quietly cleaned her mouth with the napkin. The plump man responded and raised an eyebrow as he continued to lean loosely against the bar counter. "Mmh, how was that? Did you say something, girl?", he asked, but then his gaze wandered slowly but conspicuously down her body. "Ah, don't be sad, little one ~ I'm sure a sweet girl like you will surely find enough other ways to earn money." Now the guy grinned lasciviously at her, while he also moistened his lips and ended up looking into her face again. "Maybe we can find an agreement, eh?", he remarked in a hushed voice and then held out his fat and, for whatever reason, dirty hand to her. Her gaze slowly followed the hand, which then presumptuously placed itself on her right shoulder. In the corner of her eye, she also saw that the man was winking at her suggestively. B had absolutely no desire for such advances! It wasn't that she wasn't ready to indulge in sexual things with a man, but the person she was talking to had to have a little more class, she thought. And his pick-up didn't get any better, now that he was staining her clothes that she had borrowed just for the carnival!
Meanwhile, Law seemed to think that he had now found out what special kind of woman the white blonde belonged to. For the past few minutes he had continued to watch the mismatched couple while he sipped his drink from time to time. In the process, one or the other word had fallen, whereby he had mainly taken up the talk about work and money. Law assumed that the lady was probably one of those viable women who were common for such dives. Occasionally he also entered into such a relationship between man and woman, since he also had certain needs that had to be met when the opportunity arises. Anyone who was out on the vast oceans with lots of men would need female company every now and then. Also, such services were far less complicated than getting tied down somewhere, Law found! What was serious cost time, but also posed too great a risk, so that in the end he would probably no longer be able to realize the plan he had formed over the years. On top of that, he didn't think much of love, should he even be able to love someone seriously! Law wasn't so sure about this part, but he didn't worry about it afterwards either. Still fading out the laughter of his people and the other noises, he inevitably grimaced because of his thoughts, but also because he had noticed how the disgusting guy at the bar had now started to run his hand over the back of the pretty lady. The sight disgusted him, as the man seemed to be getting closer and closer to the woman, but also whispered obvious filth in her ear. Unconsciously, Law's gaze wandered over the handsome body of the white-blonde, and shortly afterwards he had to sigh. He thought it was really a shame. Such a caliber really deserves better! She would do well to let himself be seduced by him and his skills! The thought brought an amused grin to his features, while his focus remained on her bottom for a while. But then Law poured the rest of the liquid in his glass down his throat, thinking that it was really a shame... money seemed to be enough persuasion for some women.
"Mh and we are really sure about it now?", B remarked and tilted her head slightly after she slid around on her stool to the other person. She spread her legs a bit too suggestively for the man, but also deliberately lost her right sandal. Her actions surprised the fat one at first, but he seemed to recover immediately and possibly thought he had realized something, but instead only had received the wrong signals. "You? Eh, if I'm sure?", he giggled and raised an eyebrow, but shortly afterwards lowered his gaze a little. "My goodness, you answer it ~ What a sweet, no, rather dirty thing, you are, eh?!" Then he put a hand on her thigh and let it glide over it, probably exciting for him, to then take a step closer to her. "I suppose you know how to take care of such a bulky sack, don't you?" His ambiguous words certainly didn't mean his money bag, she thought. B knew exactly what he was talking about, but whatever, she wasn't interested in him! She really only bothered with him because he was here to do business with her. After all, he still owed her money, but it seemed she probably wouldn't get it. "So we're sure about it, aren't we?", she repeated her statement one last time and looked up. "Sure, yes. Let's have some fun somewhere else", the fat man grumbled excitedly and nodded. With that his grin expanded, but also his hand dared to rest on her left cheek. Well, the man seemed sure of his doings and B had now politely asked twice, so he must now be aware of the consequences. Not hesitating a second longer, she nodded slightly, the other person probably taking the head movements as her consent to a night together. For her a disgusting picture, but slowly his lips began to pursue and come closer and closer to her mouth. But before he reached his goal, a muffled clapping sound rang out instead, the origin of which came from her.
For Mohammed it happened like in slow motion. He had just seen how his kissable, flared lips approached the woman to kiss her, when he suddenly felt a thud on his face and stopped immediately in his position. Slowly, with a grimace from the pain, he realized that the white-blonde woman had just offended him, and that meant literally, as he got hit in the face! Mohammed was shocked and at first couldn't react. He just stared into the serene, emotionless face, and a little later his gaze wandered up to her forehead. He noticed that there was now some blood there, but it didn't seem to be the woman's red sap, no, it was his blood! Seconds later, Mohammed finally realized it was his nose that was hurting. So, he only made a more grimace, but it got sour over time. How dare the woman simply attack him here! The little one could be glad that he had wanted to deal with her, he grumbled in his mind. But he also thought of his captain, whom it was thanks to that he had to meet the snipe. Visibly annoyed, Mohammed held his bloody nose to save what could still be saved, but he had to express his displeasure with a growl. "Argh, you damn bitch..." In response to his comment, the woman tilted her head a little and asked him a question that was clearly unnecessary for him at the moment. "Does it hurt?" Did it hurt? Did her mind work right?! Of course, a broken nose hurt, but he was surprised that the white blond was even able to do something like that. Somewhat withdrawn about it, Mohammed now stumbled back to bring some distance between himself and this vamp. Unfortunately, he did not notice where the woman already had her foot! The bitch skilfully tripped him and so he inevitably lost his balance. But in order to somehow catch himself, Mohammed stretched out his right hand towards the counter. Moments later, his eyes widened when an unexpected electrical shock shot through the palm of his hand. At the same time, however, he also gave a choking scream, which almost made him faint.
Law choked on his drink just then, causing one of his comrades to helpfully slap him on the back. However, he wondered whether he had really seen correctly and whether the woman had really given the other man a headbutt?! It had to be like that, as he then noticed, despite the coughing fit that overcame him, he was still able to grasp the further situation. While Law tried to collect himself again, the white blonde didn't even seem to have flicked an eyelash, as the expression on her face was still unemotional, as ever. "Tell me, didn't anyone explain to you that you shouldn't reach for a sharp edge? That can go wrong very quickly, you know?", the woman said calmly, while she looked to her left side. As Law noticed, she had grabbed the knife from earlier and held it with the sharp, pointed end upwards and thus the plump guy had impaled his hand on it when he tried to hold on. At the same time his body had crashed into a stool and his nails were now digging into the fabric so as not to lose his grip completely. Yes, it looked painful, Law thought. The edge must have scratched a few nerves or even worse. Law would be surprised if the man could move his hand at all later. Then his now critical gaze wandered back to the female part in this event. The woman's eyes seemed frozen on the blood in front of her, which steadily oozed from the wound in the man's hand. Suddenly, however, she unexpectedly turned her attention to him, Law noted. When their pairs of eyes met, her face twisted into a strange grimace.
B had noticed the curious pirate, of course, as well as his furtive glances in her direction. Even when he arrived, she had immediately noticed his good looks: a well-built, young man, around six feet tall with black, short hair under a white, brown-dotted fur hat. Mind you the ONE dotted fur hat that she had haunted since her youth... Furthermore, as she had seen earlier, the man wore a yellow hoodie with black sleeves and jeans that were also dotted. The man had carried his nodashi over his right shoulder earlier and had watched his surroundings with a mischievous grin... The thought of his adonis-like body made B instantly lick her lips, as well as she was able to unexpectedly feel a pull in between her legs. It made her wonder whether she should take a little break before going back to work... She shouldn't, but B just couldn't help but inevitably ask herself this question while her gaze over the black-haired man slid who still seemed to be watching her attentively. He must have been the curious kind, she thought to herself. She also found his reaction to her deed interesting, as it had amused her very much. But now the man looked as if he were on his guard against her, he didn't have to, her problem had been solved... Well, as far as he was concerned, maybe he shouldn't feel too comfortable in his skin after all! She twisted the corners of her mouth in support of her thoughts.
What was that supposed to mean now, Law thought, wonderingly. Why was the woman making such a contorted face? He could only wonder that as his coughing fit slowly subsided. A little later he had luckily regained his composure, but at the same time it seemed to be quieter in the guest room. Law himself still couldn't believe it, while the white blonde put on her neutral, emotionless face again. Then she turned her head away from him and Law also noticed that the fat man had started to pull his hand away. "You bitch... Argh, fuck, let go!" Demanded the man and pulled his hand back with all his might, whereby the woman just let go at this very moment. A bump followed, making Law's eyes widen. He was surprised to find that the knife had bitten the rattling man's throat. A short time later, the man took his last breath and collapsed while his face was marked by agony and horror. Law immediately had to wonder what the woman had whispered to him seconds before, in order to react so violently and fearfully? Meanwhile, the woman pulled on her hood, but what happened next, Law no longer saw because he was distracted by his crew. Moments later, however, while he was still confirming to his people, babbling from the alcohol, that he was now fine again, the strange white-blonde woman suddenly stood in front of him. In the meantime she seemed to have come over to him. Law wrinkled his forehead as a result and leaned back against the arm of the sofa to let his eyes glide over the lady. He noticed that she had brought two sake bottles with her and gave her a thoughtful thought. Meanwhile, the number of visitors to the guest room dwindled.
With loud swallowing noises, B almost emptied one of the two sake bottles, while she then also placed her shoeless foot directly between the man's legs in order to position it directly on his crotch. The dark-haired cap wearer had meticulously observed what she was doing, but then her action caught him coldly. Immediately he stiffened. A reaction that she liked very much. Their behaviour had given them all a breathless silence that immediately settled over everyone in the room. Only one or the other dry cough from the crew of the pirate captain could be heard in front of her. The pirates seemed truly speechless and waited gulping for the further course of the situation. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance!", B greeted the man in front of her informally and lowered her head a little, mind you in a respectful gesture. Then she looked up again to be able to ask the Heartpirate captain a question. "Say, do we want to have some fun?" Inferior to her words, she then held out the second sake bottle to him. Again she only made the man raise an eyebrow. "Are you serious? You are digging at me now, shortly after you killed one of your admirers?" It escaped him coolly, whereas the rest of his crew only now noticed the dead body in the background near the counter. Immediately some of them seemed to get goosebumps. B on the other hand just shrugged her shoulders and closed one eye. "Well, really a minor accident. The Lord didn't want to pay, you understand?", she replied, whereupon the dark-haired man in front of her began to grin and let his eyes wander over her entire body for a moment. What could she do that it had come this way?! After all, she had pointed it out to the voluminous gentleman earlier. So, the good guy knew what was coming. In her opinion, she was not to blame for the fatal incident near the bar.
Law had been right about her height and of course about her body too! The fascinating thing, however, was her eyes. HETEROCHROMIA, as his doctor's eye told him. Only one of her irises was amber, the other looked like a ruby, which made the woman even more interesting to him. Law meanwhile also noticed that she was wearing something like a carnival costume, as were some of his people. However, her outfit consisted of far less fabric... In the background, the bartender was just getting rid of the corpse, but Law calmly continued with his assessment. Her top was something like a black hoodie with cat-like ears on its hood and just seemed to cover her bust. The woman also wore laced sandals and fingerless paw-like gloves to complete the costume. At the level of her navel, a corset was tied tightly around her waist, which had a bushy tail at the back. Downstairs the lady wore black shorts... In short, Law was really facing a very attractive woman whose company he would surely enjoy if he let himself be carried away at the end. Her sexy cat costume made her look cute, but as Law had just seen, the woman was more of a wild cat. If he would now accept her offer, the evening would certainly not be boring. The thought of it made Law smile mischievously, but then he mischievously asked himself whether her fluff was real or just for decoration...
Meanwhile, B noticed in the corner of her eye that the owner of the bar, with whom she had spoken a few words earlier, was doing what she had asked him to do. It was not so absurd, he could keep the money of the well-fed man, she had already taken her payment for the services rendered from the sack. A coin did the trick, everyone who had anything to do with it knew that! Anyway, the rest of the money was supposed to compensate for the damage and inconvenience, since B knew what was right after all! But now she also considered that the owner had to be really well trained, since he hit the corpse over his shoulder with just one throw. Interesting, maybe she should ask a little more, she thought, but shortly afterwards she shook her head to concentrate on what was happening in front of her again. B then briefly inspected the pirate's crew, whose answer was still a long way off: Some of the men were wearing carnival costumes, so she assumed that they too had recently been to the parade. One was even disguised as a PENGUIN. Well, more or less, because she didn't think his costume was well thought out, the man had just put on a cap with the inscription PENGUIN... Noticing her gaze, the black-haired man blinked at her waiting, and B did the same. He said nothing, neither did she, which resulted in a little duel between them. In the end she seemed to win, as the penguin man seemed visibly uncomfortable at the end. Wacky fellow, thought B. In the next moment, however, she was torn out of her thoughts because the man, instead of answering clearly, asked her an ambiguous question. "Your puddle is it just for decoration or can you have fun with it?", he grinned teasingly up at her, her gaze falling directly into the pirate captain's gray eyes. "Hm, dear, we'll have to find that out, won't we?"