It's been an ETERNITY since I wrote any One Piece stories on this website, so I feel that the time has come dear readers to get back INTO the habit before it's too late. I have a lot of interesting ideas to share!
I also want to apologize in advance if anyone in this story is out of character…nobody is perfect you know. Also, I'm going to try and be fair and use the Japanese/English names for things like Devil Fruits etc.
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PART ONE:
Somewhere out in the vast ocean that was the East Blue, a caravel was sailing through the waters. It wasn't a very impressive vessel to any casual observers. It was a sailing vessel like any other with masts and sails. However, this particular vessel was painted grey, with matching sails and an owl on the front for a figure head. The flag on the top of the main mast was most unusual, for it wasn't a Pirate Flag or Marine Navy Flag either. It was a simple blue rectangular flag with a large capital 'I' in the centre.
The interior of the caravel had been specially designed by the ship's owner and was very impressive to look at by any visitor. Below the main deck near the stern there was a large study that had a huge book case with several filing cabinets standing up against a wall behind a work desk. On the desk itself, which was littered with papers and note books, sat three Transponder Snails (or Den-Den Mushi's as some people liked to call them). The first Transponder Snail had a World Government/Navy emblem on its shell, meaning that it took calls only from those two organizations. The second Transponder Snail had a Jolly Roger flag on its shell to indicate it accepted calls related to Pirates, but only from Pirates who had enough power and influence to afford the user's services. The third and final Transponder Snail was unmarked, mainly because it was reserved for calls outside Pirate and Navy matters. It also made the owner impossible to be traced by people who had a grudge against him. Next to the study was a lounge, kitchen and combined helm for the vessel.
The main cabin was located below the main mast it was quite large and tidy with several more filing cabinets as well as a private bathroom nearby. There was another desk in this room filled with yet more papers and note books with another three Transponder Snails like in the main study. Beyond the main cabin were the guest cabins and bathroom in case of any visitors or passengers to the vessel.
Below the cabins on the next deck was the storage deck for the ship's supplies, as well as the cannons and weapons. Finally, there was the ship's furnace which supplied the user with hot water and heat to the entire ship when in cold parts of the ocean. The furnace also was used to power the ship's small emergency steam generator when there was no wind or when the elements were just too great for the occupant to handle.
This ship was known as the 'The Enlightenment' a vessel which was all specially designed and built by PEW, the 'Person Extremely Wanted,' also known as 'The Informed One,' the Information Broker of the Seas. The strange thing about PEW himself was that his face and body was covered by a dark red robe complete with a hood and cowl, while his hands were covered by dark blue gloves. At the moment PEW was silently sitting at his desk in his cabin writing in a large spiral notebook with a pen. The silence was broken by the sudden ringing of the pirate marked Transponder Snail. Dropping his pen at the sound of the ringing, PEW clutched his head as if in pain. After the fourth ring PEW sighed and picked up the Snails receiver.
"Yes?" he asked while rubbing his head with his free hand. "PEW here…who is this?"
'PEW,' the Transponder Snail spoke in a deep powerful voice. 'It's Arlong. I'm calling up to see if you've still been doing that job for me.'
"Of course I have Arlong," PEW replied wearily still rubbing his head. "In fact I'm on my way to see you right now, first I'm stopping off at the 'Baratie' Restaurant to grab some lunch then I'll be right with you."
'Great!' the Transponder Snail said smiling in satisfaction mimicking Arlong's satisfaction. 'If you're as good as everyone says you are, then you've earned your fee and my money has been well spent! See you real soon!'
"Thank God that loudmouth's gone," PEW said to himself as he hung up. "Man, do I now have a headache!"
Getting up PEW made his way to his lounge, going right by it to his kitchen where he opened up a cupboard to reveal it to be packed with Aspirin bottles. Casually PEW reached in, took out a bottle, opened it and poured a couple of tablets into his gloved hand, dry swallowing them before he repeated the action once again.
"This is a hell of a way to make a living," PEW muttered to himself closing the Aspirin bottle, then dropping it into his pocket before going to get himself a glass of water.
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A little while later, after he had made his ship secure after he had arrived. PEW entered the 'Baratie' floating restaurant to find it busy as usual. In fact, he'd be very surprised if the place wasn't busy, for it would have been a sign of something terribly wrong. A sign of incoming disaster in fact, thankfully that was not the case. As PEW waited for someone to notice him, he saw that there were no waiters serving the customers at their tables around him, but rather the chefs themselves.
"Oh dear," PEW mused quietly to himself. "It looks like Zeff's band of roughneck cooks managed to scare off all their Waitering staff again."
"Ain't that the truth," a voice to his right suddenly spoke up. "But as I'm often told," Sanji went on as PEW turned to face him. "'Customers are the life blood of a restaurant like this, so the meals have to be served regardless.'"
"But that doesn't seem to stop you and your fellow cooks acting like maniacs around here now does it?" PEW pointed out cheekily to the blonde chef. "Especially when some beautiful girl, lady or woman catches your eye, eh?"
"Well it sure as hell doesn't scare away our most dedicated customers either," Sanji countered as he lit up a cigarette. "It's why you're here isn't it?" he added taking out a notepad and pen.
"I thought I was supposed to be 'the Informed One' here," PEW chuckled. "But you're right," he went on. "I am here for a meal, so could you prepare a fillet of Sea Eel, fries and salad for me to go? I've got to go see Zeff then be off, is he in?"
"Of course the old geezer's in," Sanji replied casually as he finished writing down PEW's order. "He's up in his room. You know what he's like, he has to be around or this place would descend into chaos."
"Great," PEW said handing over a small wad of berries to the blonde chef. "I'll leave things to you then."
"I'll go prepare your meal personally," Sanji said taking the money. "It'll be ready by the time you're ready to leave."
"Thanks for that Sanji," PEW said clapping his friend on the back. "Catch you later," he went on heading up the stairs to Zeff's cabin. Before long the hooded figure was in the cabin itself handing the one legged chef a small note book.
"There you go Zeff, all as you wanted. A list of islands that have shops and markets, with all the best products sold at the most reasonable prices in all of the East Blue."
"Great work," Zeff said putting the note book away in his pocket. "I'll have a look at it later…so, how much do I owe you for this?"
"You owe me nothing," PEW said dismissively. "You're a former pirate who's now an honest restaurant owner and chef, who just wants the best foods from other honest people like you. Now that is a very rare thing in this world as that notebook will show you. Besides," he went on. "From what your assistant chef paid me for his dreams its better than money.
******Flashback******
"Enjoying your meal?" a young eight year old Sanji asked PEW eagerly as he was finishing his lunch.
"It was beyond delicious for a boy of your age," PEW congratulated him.
"So it should be," Sanji said proudly indicating the crowded 'Baratie' restaurant. "We've only been open for two weeks and there's no way we'd have all these customers if we served lousy food. But as the old geezer keeps telling me, I still have a lot to learn."
"Well good luck to you then," PEW said getting up out of his chair. "Now how much do I owe you?"
"Well…" Sanji said hesitantly. "I wanted to talk to you about that. You see…Zeff said you're an information broker and almost everyone want's your services be they pirate, marine or whatever…"
"And you'd like to hire me?" PEW said finishing off Sanji's sentence with some amusement. "It all depends on what you want to know, my services don't come cheap."
"I already thought about that," Sanij replied eagerly. "If you do this for me, you can have your meals here, for free by me whenever you're around the East Blue. But if you insist on paying me anyway," he added quickly. "I'm giving the money to my fellow chefs, consider it your unofficial tip for what they do for everyone else here."
"Young man," PEW said smiling under his hood touched by Sanji's offer. "You have yourself a deal. Let's shake on it," he added offering him his uncovered hand having taken his gloves off while eating his meal.
Smiling brightly Sanji gripped PEW's hand and shook it. As he did this, PEW gave a sudden jerk and clutched his head with his free hand almost like he was in pain.
"Hey…you alright?" Sanji asked in concern at PEW's actions as he broke the handshake.
"I'll…be…fine," PEW gasped as he staggered back before sitting back down. "Forgive me…" he want on trying to put the worried boy at ease. "It's just that…I suffer from headaches and migraines…they tend to come on rather suddenly, at the worst times. Could I trouble you…for some aspirins and water please?"
"You got it," Sanji reassured him. The blonde haired boy quickly headed off to go grab a First Aid Box, which the 'Baratie' had on reserve for mild, but treatable, problems like indigestion, headaches and injuries due to the brawling.
"You're a good boy alright," PEW said quietly to himself. "Sanji Vinsmoke."
******End Flashback******
"Ah yes," Zeff nodded in understanding. "The young eggplant's desire to find the 'All Blue.' From what you've managed to tell him after all these years, I'm surprised he hasn't gone off to go find it yet."
"We both know that its Sanji's loyalty to you that keeps him here Zeff," PEW said gently. "While working here with you and your chefs it gives him a purpose. If he's not cooking anything for anyone he feels robbed of his purpose."
"Don't I know it," Zeff sighed wearily. "What that boy needs is to meet someone, someone who needs his cooking skills out on the sea and can help him find his dream."
"The question is who" PEW said shaking his head.
Just as the two men had finished talking there was the sudden boom of a cannon being fired from outside, after a second or two there came the howling of an approaching cannonball.
"Get down!" PEW yelled to Zeff tackling the one legged chef to the ground as the cannonball came crashing through the roof of Zeff's cabin. But to the surprise of the two men, they saw that someone was grasping the cannonball itself cushioning it so it didn't explode. The person on the cannonball was a boy with black hair, dressed in sandals, blue shorts, a red vest and a straw hat. Seeing that boy had knocked himself out from the impact, PEW picked himself up and then helped Zeff back to his feet. "You ok?"
"I'll be fine," Zeff coughed sitting down on his nearby bunk bed. "I've had worse."
Once he was sure Zeff was alright, PEW approached the still unconscious boy taking his gloves off as he did so. Taking a deep breath PEW removed the straw hat off the boy's head, then clutched his head with his other hand for a moment or two breathing deeply. Then, once the moment had passed, PEW carefully placed the straw hat on the floor. He then touched the unconscious boy on the head with both his hands, then gave a terrible cry of pain staggering back clutching his head in agony.
"PEW!" Zeff said in alarm coming to the hooded man's aid. "You alright?"
"Migraine," PEW gasped still staggering and clutching his head before he reached into his pocket and drew out his aspirin bottle opening in in a hurry. "I need…some…water!"
"Already on it," Zeff reassured the hooded man pouring him a glass of water from a nearby jug.
While Zeff had his back to him, PEW swallowed his aspirins then looked at the still unconscious boy. "Nice to meet you…Monkey D Luffy," he said to himself so Zeff couldn't hear him. "I think…you're just the guy Sanji's been looking for…as well as myself."
"Here you go PEW," Zeff said handing PEW his glass of water.
As the information broker gratefully swallowed the water and some more aspirins, a couple of Zeff's chef's came bursting into the damaged cabin.
"Head chef Zeff are you ok?"
"No!" Zeff snapped back angrily stamping his peg leg on the floor in frustration. "Nothing is ok!" This action made the two chef's flinch in fear, but made PEW wince in pain at the noise as his aspirins hadn't kicked in yet.
"Now will you get back to the restaurant?!" Zeff snapped to the two chefs. "It takes a lot more than a cannonball to injure me," he reassured them despite the fact his head was now starting to bleed from a gash under his chef's hat.
"But sir…aren't you…bleeding?"
"You maggots don't want to see me angry now do you?!"
"No sir!" the chefs said together nervously.
"Remember," Zeff went on sternly. "Feeding the customers is a cook's job. So what are you trying to do by wasting my time in here? Put me out of business?!"
"Nice to see you've still got a lot of life in you yet Zeff," PEW chuckled as his aspirins finally kicked in and killed off his migraine. "I'd better go and let you deal with this troublemaker," he said indicating the still unconscious Luffy while pocketing his aspirin bottle. "I've got places to go."
"That straw hat is the guy who did all this damage?" one of the chef's said disbelief.
"He sure did," PEW said putting his gloves back on and leaving the cabin. "Have fun with him Zeff," he called over his shoulder.
"You bet I will," Zeff said in grim satisfaction. "Nobody gets away with wrecking my restaurant, be it on purpose or by accident!"
Coming back down to the restaurant PEW found Sanji patiently waiting for him with his meal all bagged and ready to go.
"Here's your lunch as promised PEW," the blonde chef said handing the bag over. "But tell me one thing. What the hell happened up there? Is the old geezer alright?"
"You'll find out soon enough Sanji," PEW replied mysteriously as he took the bag. "Zeff is alright, he's just wounded in dignity only. Now I'm off to enjoy this lunch, so I'll see you some other time."
Just as PEW finished speaking the main door to the 'Baratie' opened up to reveal a man with pink hair and dressed in a striped suit escorting in a lovely blonde haired girl in a red dress.
"Well if it isn't Lieutenant Fullbody," PEW said to himself scornfully while Sanji stared to go all 'heart-eyed' over the girl the young Marine officer had brought with him. "Huh! Only an idiot like him would fire off cannon's near a restaurant regardless of the consequences, and that's only because he's such a 'big shot' Marine!"
"You saying he's the one who damaged Zeff's room?" Sanji asked snapping out of his love struck daze.
"Oh yeah," PEW nodded. "So if this fool does anything that deserves a beating, give him one for Zeff as well as me will you?"
"You go it," Sanji said shaking PEW's hand. "I'll see you around."
"Well if it isn't the Person Extremely Wanted," Fullbody remarked thoughtfully as he and his date approached the hooded man. "It's rare for people like me to find you around here," he turned to his date. "This my dear is the man I was telling you about, if anyone wants to know anything in all the Blue's or Grand Line…PEW is the man to go to."
"Speaking of going," PEW spoke up. "I must be on my way, I just came to grab some lunch before heading off to see my next client. Plus I'm finicky about being in the company of Marines…especially ones who don't think before acting!"
So saying PEW left without another word or glance at the now angry Marine officer behind him. But PEW wasn't worried, he knew Fullbody wouldn't try anything on him for what he had said. He knew too much of the young man's faults, faults that he wouldn't want his superiors to know. Just like he knew about all the faults of his superiors too.
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And that's the first chapter DONE dear readers! I apologize if it's a bit short, things will pick up later on, but for right now I know what you're thinking.
Just who IS PEW really? WHERE does, or DID he come from? HOW does he know about people and things with JUST a touch of his bare hands? Is it how he gets his information? What connection will he have with the Straw Hats? You'll have to find out next chapter! So see you then and don't forget to read and review! Also remember once again, if you don't like my work then don't read or review it! NO-ONE, is forcing you to! Cheers!
