When I came to, we still hadn't reached Loguetown and I was regretably sober.
I couldn't fix that first problem, but I sure as hell could fix the second one. So, I did.
Afterwards, I decided to find out what else my new devil fruit power could do. So far, I was able to make extremely destructive balls of death. They felt like balloons, but the film that constructed it was much more sensitive and I don't know any balloons that could destroy a city block. Well, short of a balloon filled with C4, but C4 was much heavier than the balls that my devil fruit could make. No, what my devil fruit seemed to do was pressurize the atmosphere immensely and release it in a quick burst like an explosion, just without the flames.
My head was hurting from all this thinking. I made another ball and eyed it. It seemed harmless, but as my fight with those pirates whose names I had forgotten already had experienced first-hand, it was no toy.
I thought of a name for my most basic attack, and considered several names ranging from Death Ball to Small Killer Ball of Death, but considering the nature of the attack, I settled on Pressure Ball.
I threw my pressure ball out to sea, and made the same large ball as before and then compressed it to the size of the pressure ball. I called this one Pressure Bomb, considering the fact I destroyed a city block with it. Even though this and the pressure ball looked exactly the same, this one was considerably heavier, and held much more power. I threw this one out as far as I could to not affect the ships course. Thankfully, I threw it far enough where we only recieved waves that slightly rocked the ship.
Then, I made a similar one to the pressure bomb, only midsized, and did the same process as before, compressing it to the size of a tennis ball. This one I named Pressure Cannon. I had used this one in my fight with the marines when I destroyed our old ship and sank the marine ship with the shrapnel from our ship.
I then thought about more attacks, before rushing to Jenni and requesting she made me a pipe.
"Why?" she questioned, unsure of what I was to do with it.
"Science experiment," I told her.
When she completed my request, she went out to watch what I would do. I made a small pressure ball with my hands that would fit in one end of the pipe.
I set it on the ground and asked for a ball that would fit into the pipe with almost no room to move. In other words, a perfect fit. After some trial and error, she found that a golf ball would fit perfectly into the pipe.
I dropped the ball into the pipe and immediately after covered my ears. If my idea worked, it would be nearly deafening.
And it worked. The second the ball made contact, it shot into the air at blinding speeds and made a loud pop.
I grinned, then made another large ball and compressed it to the size of that golf ball if just a little bit larger to seal in the pipe.
I had Jenni make another golf ball, and this time held up the pipe at a slight incline facing away from the ship. I covered the other end with my hand and had Jenni put the ball inside the pipe. I felt it roll down and knew exactly when it would make contact.
When it did, the recoil nearly sent me overboard. If not for the railing, I could have drowned.
I looked inside, but didn't see a ball inside, signaling that it had been sent flying.
Marine Base, somewhere in the East BlueTwo pirate brothers were preparing to raid a marine base inside their ship. Their ship was a thick walled and heavily armored warship, which they would use to conquer their enemies and eventually the Grand Line. However, God had other plans.
As they discussed the plan to use stolen marine uniforms to infiltrate the base and then kill everyone inside, a golf ball penetrated the thick armor of the ship and penetrated the head of one of the brothers while the other was turned away, making a large entry hole in his head and taking his brain, blood and bits of his now shattered skull with it, splattering all over the walls of the ship and making him fall with a thud.
His brother turned around to see what caused the sound, and when he saw his brothers mutilated head, his eyes went wide, and he started to cry, and then screamed like a little girl.
Just seconds after, inside the marine baseA marine was training the future generation, using any means necessary to make sure they turn out strong and ready to fight against the evil of pirates, as he had described.
He was in the middle of scolding one of the recruits when suddenly, a golf ball broke through the window which gave a view of the outside and hit his head so hard, that there was a ball shaped dent in it and his eyes were bulging out, leaking blood. The ball then bounced around the room, causing some more minor damage before landing on some training mats and staining it with the blood of a notorious pirate and their marine captain.
Every single marine stopped their training and stared at their captain, some getting sick and others passing out. The remaining ones were brought to their knees and started crying.
Back with Randall
"Eh, it takes too long to use it. A nice party trick, but it would get me killed in a real battle. Maybe if I'm too far. It could be like our combo move or something," he laughed. "Now, by any chance, can you make me a couple of lighters?"
"Science experiment?" she asked while making several gas lighters.
I nodded, then asked that she pressed down on all of them but didn't light them. I don't know how she did it, but she pressed down the buttons on all of them at the same time.
I made a ball right above the gas of the lighters, and allowed it to fill up with the gas of the lighters, turning the ball a yellowish hue. Once the gas of the lighters ran out, I compressed the ball. This time it was much harder, as the gas turned to liquid when compressed to a degree like that, but I managed, and this time it was much heavier than just the air one.
It also confirmed my theory. My fruit gave me the ability to compress anything. I wasn't sure about anything, but it was a devil fruit power, so that couldn't have been too much of a stretch.
I didn't know what to do with the ball so I threw it to the sea and decided to shoot at it. I pulled my glock out, replaced the magazine and shot it, making a huge explosion that rocked the boat sideways and sent heat waves along with a defeaning sound our way. It probably even gave away our location.
Melly rushed over to Jenni and I, curious about the explosion, and I had to explain to him that I caused the explosion.
Soon after, I stopped playing with my devil fruit and focused on watching for Loguetown.
Up in the crow's nest, I had a playful idea. I lit a joint up and used my devil fruit power to take the smoke from the joint.
In less than a minute, the entire joint had run out and the ball was now filled with thick white smoke with a yellowish tint.
I brought the smoke ball to my mouth, inhaled as much as I could from it and it was still thick. I coughed heavily as my lungs took in the smoke and dropped the ball, making it pop and coating the ship in thick white smoke that could get a grown man fucked up in a couple seconds.
"Randall! What the fuck happened? There's a fucking cloud on the ship!" Melly yelled furiously.
"I ain't got a clue what you talkin bout," I mumbled with my signature Miami accent.
As soon as I spotted Loguetown, I called out, but didn't recieve a response. Figuring something was up, I made my way down the ladder and went to Melly.
Melly's eyes were bloodshot red, giving me the impression he was high. 'I wonder whose fault that is
"You smoke dog?" I asked, being a smartass.
"I'm hungry," he replied, completely ignoring my question and ending with a giggle fit.
"Yea, me too. I saw Loguetown already."
"Loguetown," he mimicked, taking a moment to think. "What's that?"
"Aight, dog, you fried."
"What did I fry?" He asked, almost as if trying to beat me at my own game.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before throwing him off the wheel and ordering him to take a nap.
It took him several tries before he could find the place where he would bunk, and I took over the helm.
Somehow, I managed to dock the ship with my rather lackluster skills and lack of experience, but I did so without even crashing. Needless to say, I was quite proud of myself.
"Jenni!" I called, not expecting an answer.
No answer. Exactly as I suspected, she was dead asleep. 'I should probably do the same,' I thought, and proceeded to lie down against the wall and fall asleep.
I knew it was a good idea to not paint a Jolly Roger yet. Well, it wasn't as much planning ahead as it was me not knowing the first thing about drawing. Either way, if I had drawn a Jolly Roger, poorly or not, we'd have probably been invaded over the few hours I spent asleep.
I tasked Melly with guarding the ship while Jenni and I went to gather supplies for our journey.
"I need you to gather food for the trip, and other basic supplies. Shouldn't be too hard, right?" I told Jenni.
"Of course. Anything specific you'd like?" she questioned.
"Um... yea, actually. Get as much meat as you can, doesn't matter what cuts they are. Dog treats, and lots of dog food. We'll need it," I threw her a wink and then added, "I want to get some personal items."
She carried a puzzled look on her face, and I mumbled, "and a dog," when she turned around.
