The Aldin pirates were a much smaller crew than I had been anticipating. Those three brothers, one of which I had killed shortly before, were his first mates.

Supposedly, there was a large gap between the strength of the first mates and the captain who had named this sorry ass crew after himself. I was hoping so too.

Aldin was maybe double my age. He was an old fellow, that's for sure, but he sure was big. Not just tall, either, but the man looked like he weighed 400 pounds with less than ten percent body fat.

I came in at around 190 pounds. Put simply, in an even playing field, this man would destroy my spine with not so much as a light tap.

So it came as no surprise that when I was up close, with my arms tied behind my back, I was intimidated. Of course, it would be stupid of me to show that, so I kept a poker face.

"Untie him," he told one of his men, and they followed his order without so much as a squeak. "Now, I've been a pirate for since you were born, and not a single time, not once! Has an insolent brat, or anybody, for that matter attacked my crew, my men. And yet, here you are, casually taking out not one, not two, not three, not four either but SIX of my men. And not just the guards at the gate either. No, those are expendable. I'm more pressed on the fact that you not only took two of my first mates out, but you killed one of them," he spoke all high and mighty, yet clearly seethed with rage.

"Oh yea, you should see the body. His brains just, painted the walls. A beautiful sight, gruesome, yet beautiful," I spoke, too high to comprehend how much of a smartass I was being.

"Silence!" He yelled. "You will speak only when it is asked of you."

"Sir, I apologize for the interruption, but I believe you have not collected tribute from the townspeople yet," one of his lackeys interrupted, sparing me temporarily. In retrospect, I should have shot the other first mate and carried on with my day, but then I'd still end up needing to retrieve my wallet.

"Ah, you're right. Men, take his weapons and throw him in the cell, I'll deal with him when I get back."

Following his orders, his men searched me and stripped me of my pistol and my switchblade, and then proceeded to toss me in an empty cell, hands locked behind my back.

As soon as the guards walked away, I slid my hands under my legs to get my hands in front of me.

I got up, walked over to the bars from where they had locked me in and tried my best to get the attention of the man with the keys to my handcuffs and the cell door.

"Psst," I whispered, making him turn around. "Yea, you. Come closer."

He did as I told him to and as soon as he was close enough, I stuck my hands through the bars, tightly gripped onto the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the cell bars, knocking him out cold.

'Well, that was easy,' I thought to myself. I reached under the bars to drag him closer, and once I did, I grabbed the keys he carried, and unlocked my handcuffs, which made everything from that point forward much, much easier.

I tried to use his keys to unlock the cell door, but that proved much more difficult from the inside, and none of the keys fit in anyways, so I was shit out of luck.

My luck, which I never had much of in the first place had begin to run out. Once the rest of the Aldin pirates find out what I did here, Aldin would surely kill me.

I sat against the cell door, trying to figure out what I would do for the next couple of hours before I was put to death would be.

Bored out of my mind, I started playing sticks between my two hands. It didn't do much for my boredom, but at least I won every game. I was on a 20 game win streak when the door opened behind my back, almost making me fall but I instantly got up, and hugged my savior, not even knowing what they looked like.

Once I released my savior from the tightest hug I'd ever given anybody, I noticed who exactly my savior was.

"You-!" I nearly yelled, but tried to keep my voice as low as possible. I pinned her against the wall, and calmly stated, "you're that woman. The one who stole my wallet. You're the reason I'm even in this mess."

"And now I'm getting you out of it, so will you please, for the love of all that's holy in this world, let go of me?" She asked, defending herself. I let go of her and stepped back. Looking at her now, she was pretty. Actually, scratch that. She was gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous.

Her long, golden locks perfectly complimented her fair skin. Her bright blue eyes reminded me of the ocean. I'd seen beautiful girls in Miami, but never anyone like this. Her nose was small and thin, and her lips were full. She stood well under my height, maybe 5'2" tall, with a very curvaceous figure. I can think of ten guys that would all be trying to milk a snapchat out of her so they could label her as their wifey.

"Listen, you need to leave as soon as you can. Aldin doesn't plan on letting you live. I can see it in his eyes, when he looks at you, he just wants to stomp you to a bloody mess."

"What I need," I hissed. "Is my wallet, my pistol and my switchblade."

"You can get those anywhere, but you can't get your life back." Just listening to her, I could hear the sorrow she felt, and the years of pain this man, Aldin, has put her through.

"You don't get it. There's nowhere in the world I could get those back."

"If it helps, I'll make you a pistol," she said confusing me. I looked at her questioningly, but in a matter of a few seconds, she had a pistol ready to go. Except for one minor detail.

She handed it to me. I examined it, impressed to say the least, then set it down on the ground and stomped it to shreds.

"It's not the same," I said.

"You're too stubborn. You'll get yourself killed being so hard headed," she told me.

"Why do you care so much? You don't even know me, yet you're trying to help me."

She stared at me, mouth agape and stuttered a little. "It's just, you..." she tried to speak, and began getting frustrated.

"I...? I what?"

"You remind me of somebody I knew. And I didn't want you to end up like he did," she forced out. "So, please, leave this island and don't come back. It's too dangerous for you."

I heard her, but I didn't listen. "You know, I've learned that the more you tell someone not to do something, the more they want to do the opposite.

Also, how did you make that gun?"

She looked down and said, "I was forced to eat a devil fruit a few years back, the same year that Aldin killed my closest friend."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I think it's a pretty cool power to have, goldilocks." I hadn't intended to call her that, it just slipped out, but my high ass never thinks before speaking.

"I have a name," she said, flustered. "It's Jenni with an I."

"Okay, Ienny," I said.

"Tch, smartass."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. Now, if there's nothing else to talk about here, I need to get my things so we could get off this island."

"We?" She questioned, not knowing my intentions of taking her along for the ride.

"Well, I am in need of a crewmate..." My voice trailed, leaving her to piece the rest together. "Anyways, I'm off to get what I need. You can make that decision on your own."

I left to explore the mostly empty walled area, trying to figure out where my things could possible be kept.

Turns out, I was overthinking. As soon as I turned around, I came face to face with a table carrying a pile of wallets and my weapons.

I took my things back and then proceeded to search every wallet, taking bills upon bills. I probably made over ten thousand berries just from searching through half of the pile.

'It's times like these I wish I had one of those easy buttons,' I thought to myself, remembering the button that would say "that was easy" every time you pressed down on it.

I figured there was nothing else to do but wait, so I waltzed over to Aldin's large armchair, which clearly wasn't designed for me, and sat down in it.

That got boring quickly, so I walked back to my cell to talk to Jenni, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I frowned, and continued exploring the area.

I still had yet to explore the building that I saw from behind the wall, but looking closer, it wasn't much.

The walls were plain red brick, it didn't have a single window and it had their horrendous jolly roger painted on a flag at the top.

"Wow. These guys should be architects. This might be the eighth wonder. Haha, eighth," I laughed immaturely, just from the word eighth.

I waltzed in as if I owned the place. There was nobody inside. Of course, if it looked this bad, I wouldn't be inside either.

There was no paint on the walls inside either, and the first room I entered was depressing. The floor was dusty, cobwebs were on almost every corner of the room, this place looked as if it hadn't been cleaned since it was made. Maybe not even then. For fuck's sake, even the spiders had abandoned this place. At the top was a singular incandescent light bulb.

Shaking my head, I moved into the next room. The door creaked open and the bottom of the door dragged along an entire society of dustmites and left marks on the floor. Whether they were there from before or if I just now made them, I wouldn't know. Not that I cared either.

The second room was just as depressing, with thr only decoration being a staircase leading to a second floor. The building looked too short to have two floors, and the ceiling was kind of high on the first floor, so I thought, 'maybe an attic?'

And I was wrong. It was a second floor, although I didn't know how they managed to fit it. Maybe the ceiling being a whole three inches above my head had something to do with it. The second floor was continuous. It was just as depressing as the first two rooms, but there was no wall in between, no light this time and still, no windows. The only thing in this room was a table at the end, with a funny looking fruit.

It looked just like a cherry, except I don't know of any kind of cherries with swirls in them. I found the whole scene kind of humorous. If I could use instagram, I would take a low quality picture of this and shitpost the hell out of it, but I figured it was just some kind of much needed decoration, so I left it alone.

I was on my way back to the staircase when I suddenly had the brilliant idea of smoking this entire building up.

I got up on the table, moving the funny cherry out of my way and used it as a makeshift chair, then produced a prerolled joint from my pocket and, with the help of my handy dandy torch lighter, I lit the joint, inhaled, and before long, the inside was all smokey, and I could guarantee anybody passing by approximately a mile away would notice without even trying to.

Once I finished the first joint, the inside was smokey to the point where you wouldn't need to take a puff to get blazed.

Unexpectedly, my stomach growled, almost as if it was telling me to eat something.

I got up, stumbled for a second, then stretched my arms out and yawned. "I'm hungry," I thought out loud.

I turned around, looked at the funny cherry, and without thinking, popped one in my mouth.

Bad idea. The second I bit down, I gagged, but since I hate seeing chewed up food, I forced myself to swallow it instead of spitting it out.

'Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that cherry made of?' I thought, glaring at the other one. That one, I set on the floor and stomped on it. With a smug expression on my face, I looked at the cherry, and thought 'that's what you get.'

I tried to spit to get the aftertaste out of my mouth, but it was no help, so I just let it be and walked back down the stairs.

"Damn, I need some water," I said to myself while walking back into the first room. As I walked back through the door, the front door opened.

'Wow, how did that door know I was going to open it?'

I didn't even get to go through the door, because as I got close, Jenni, the girl I was talking to just a bit ago, was tossed inside, and the door was shut again, leaving the room dark again.

"Yo, Jenny, there you are. I was looking for you earlier," I said, oblivious to just about everything.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"Just exploring," I told her. It technically wasn't a lie.

"Jesus, fuck, why is there so much smoke in here?"

My mind went back to about ten minutes ago. "I have no idea, it was like that when I got here."

"Whatever, now we're both locked inside. Aldin threw me in here because he found out I set you free. They're searching for you."

I furrowed my brows in anger. "He locked you in here for that?"

"He locks me inside any time I make a mistake," she said, looking down at the floor.

I curled my hand into a fist so tight that my knuckles were pale. "I'll kill him when I get out," I growled.

"I've tried so many times. It's impossible," she sighed.

I looked at her questioningly. "And? What makes you think I can't?"

She looked at me, a small glint of hope in her eye, but it quickly passed as she looked away and stayed silent.

A while passed before either of us said a word. She looked me in my eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes were now completely red, as were mine, I'd imagine.

She spoke first, "I'm hungry."

"It's the smoke, I swear. I got hungry after being in here for a few minutes too. I did eat a funny looking cherry, but it hasn't helped much," I mentioned.

"You ate... that fruit that was upstairs?" She asked, now curious.

"Yea, but it tasted like moldy cardboard, so I didn't finish it."

She looked at me for a few seconds, then all of a sudden burst into laughter.

I didn't realize it was the smoke making her laugh, so I asked, "what's so funny?"

And to that, she answered, still having a giggle fit, "it's just that, Aldin has been protecting that fruit for years now. He's going to throw a tantrum when he finds out you ate it," and she laughed even harder.

"Oh, I get it, you're high as a kite," I said, and then started laughing along with her.

As we laughed, the door all of a sudden opened, and in an instant, I pulled my glock out and shot Aldin three times consecutively in the chest, knocking him back and leaving him to suffocate on his own blood.

Jenni stopped laughing and looked at the scene. Aldin's body lying in a growing pool of his own blood.

With my best imitation of the easy button voice, I said, "that was easy," and she burst into laughter again.

I've been thinking about changing to point of view from first person to third person ominous. What do you guys think? Do you like the first person pov, or would you rather a third person pov? Of course, if I decide to change the pov, I'd also have to decide if I should rewrite the first few chapters or leave them be. It also wouldn't be a self insert anymore, cause what kind of self insert is told in third person? Just let me know what I should do, but adios for now.