" A dog came into the kitchen, and stole a piece of bread, a cook came up from behind him, and beat him till he was dead " sang Mikoto as he sailed in his tiny boat. He tapped his foot for a while trying to think of another song. "Dang it! I should've brought along Xavier. He knows more songs." He calmed down trying to think of another song; the seas were still as quiet as ever.

" There's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen wheels on a big rig " started Mikoto again remembering a stupid song some pirates used to sing in the bar. " Now in Latin! There's I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII wheels on a big rig " Mikoto stretched down onto the boat's seat. "Who thought of that dumb song?"

Another wave brushed into the small boat nearly turning it over. "Okay, okay! I take it back! It's a good song! A really good song! I don't want to drown!" cried Mikoto. He peered over the boat; a small green fish swam gracefully underneath it. Mikoto stared over at the empty space near the middle of the boat. In his haste he forgot to grab food or water rations.

"I got a fishing rod somewhere in this boat," said Mikoto as he rambled through his supplies. He finally pulled out a large glass telescope. He picked it up and looked through it scanning the oceans. He pulled it off of his eye. He looked at it slightly annoyed. "What good are you? There's nothing to see out here, except for sea! And you can't help me catch a fish!" He peered through it again. He scanned the seas again in a desperate attempt to make use of the item; he finally laid eyes on a small island. He put the object down again. Then put it back to his eye in disbelief. Yes, there was an island there! "Land ho!" said Mikoto. He put his oar into the water and started paddling as fast he could to get to dry land.

His boat bumped into the land and he jumped out onto it. He screamed and yipped and hollered hooray! Mikoto sat down on the ground just enjoying being away from the dreaded sea. He quickly spun around and tied his boat to the ground. He ran off towards the town. The first place he headed was for is the café.

He pulled a seat over from a nearby table and sat down in it. He picked up a menu and looked at it. He flipped straight to the seafood section. He skimmed the page trying to find a good meal to eat. His eyes finally settled on the seafood basket and he ordered it from the waiter. The waiter quickly fetched him his food. Mikoto devoured the food in a matter of minutes. He was listening to classical music playing the restaurant almost wishing for silence when the waiter returned with the bill. Mikoto looked at the bill. He stood up in astonishment. He grabbed the waiter by the back of his shoulder.

"1,000 belies!" shouted Mikoto his sharp teeth showing. "What kind of cheapskate restaurant are you running? That meal wasn't worth 1,000 belies! Tell you what I'd give you 400 for it." Mikoto held a finger up to the waiter. "Remember I'm being nice."

"I am sorry, sir, but I do set the price here, you'll have to settle it with the cooks," said the waiter trembling in Mikoto's hand. "They are in the kitchen."

"Cool, everyone is nice to me," said Mikoto he dropped the waiter to the ground and walked into the kitchen. "I am not going to pay 1000 belies for this meal!" Twenty angry cooks glared at him. Several of them had long curved knives in their hand or giant sized spoons. Mikoto's spirits fell. "So, um…I don't have enough money to pay for your great food! So, can I just wash dishes for the day and we can call it even then, right?"

The head chef walked up to him. He was wearing a huge chef's hat. He had a clean shaved face and his brown eyes glared down upon Mikoto. He reached a good 2 meters (6 ½ feet) easily. He had a long curved knife in his hand. "A day? My food is worth 20 days of your life! But if you wash dishes for 10 days and give me your 400 belies, we can call it even. Remember I'm being nice."

"You heard what I said about your food, huh?" said Mikoto, "I'll work for one week, keep my 400 belies, and then we'll call it even!" The chef's flare intensified and when he was about to respond a loud blaring noise overcame the entire kitchen. "What the heck is that noise?" shouted Mikoto struggling to talk over the sound.

"ITS THAT NOISE MAKER RIDLEY! HE ALWAYS DISTURB OUR CLASSICAL MUSIC WITH WHAT HE CALLS HIS REVOLUTIONARY MUSIC," shouted the head chef. "AND WHENEVER WE TRY TO GO OVER THERE TO STOP IT, HE IS OUT OF HIS HOUSE AS SOON AS HE SEES US COMING!"

"TELL YOU WHAT I'LL STOP HIM IF YOU WIPE MY BILL CLEAN," shouted Mikoto over the noise.

"NO WAY YOU OWE US…" started the chef, but he was interrupted by another blast of noise coming from outside. "FINE! FINE! GET HIM TO STOP PLAYING AND MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T PLAY EVER AGAIN!"

"DEAL!" shouted Mikoto as he rushed outside. He covered his ears with his hand it was even louder outside. The noise was now blaring. The citizens were all covering their ears and stuffing as many earplugs into their ears a possible. Mikoto looked around he finally saw a big house with several speakers covering the walls. Mikoto smiled. Not only is he going to get a free meal, but also he is going to beat the crap out of some guy without being yelled at.

A bit longer then my previous chapters. I apologize for the shortness in lengths of the other ones. And for those of you who care for Mikoto, here is his profile.

Full Name: Mikoto D. Azgard

Aliases (or nicknames): Miko-chan (much to his despair)

Age: 15 (105 in dog years)

Gender: Male

Specialty/Position: The Captain

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Weapon: Inu-Inu no mi, Model: Coyote

Physical Appearance: Human Form-A man of average height around 5' 10". He has jet-black hair that barely covers his ears. He has emerald green eyes. He often wears a black shirt with a giant red question mark on it. He traded in his brown long pants for simple brown shorts. (He will often comment on how many pockets they have.) He will often go without shoes, however he has black sandals.

Hybrid Form-His body is covered in a grayish fur. His ear are pricked up. His fingers and toes and adorned with claws.

History: His mother and father died while he at the age of 4. Ever since then his teacher, Melanie, had been taking care of him. He also hung out a lot with Xavier. They have quickly become best friends and Xavier is the only person who knows that he ate the Devil Fruit.

Family: Both of his parents died before they had the chance to have another kid. His father however was a pirate. (A terrible one, he never even had a bounty.)

Personality: Is a goof-off, he likes noise and will make noise if there is no noise. He sadly has a bit of a fear of heights (this includes being one foot off of the ground.) He enjoys riddles and will often try to trade valuable things away in exchange for a good riddle. He actually has a book in which he writes down all of the good riddles. He will also say 'Remember I am being nice,' when he is actually being mean to people.

Likes: Riddles (to a point of obsession), noise, and his favorite food is seafood.

Dislikes: Heights, quiet, fighting for no reasons (or a dumb reason)

Goals (Or Dreams if you prefer): To become King of the Pirates and to compose the best riddle book ever!

Other: When stating his age he will often say 105 first.