First of all, I would like to say what is up with the complete lack of navigators! The crew needed a navigator! Or did you think they would get from island to island simply by luck? (Then again Mikoto is a pretty lucky coyote!)

Mikoto shook the water off of his fur again. For probably the hundredth time. Thanks to Ridley his life had been saved. The had to apply another large bandage to his wound to stop him from bleeding from the sword mark. But he was still thankful to Ridley. Ridley was the only person on the boat that could swim. (The other two having eaten the Devil Fruit.) It was a little worrisome. Almost as worrisome as the fact that all three couldn't navigate. It was sheer and utter luck that has brought the trio this far.

The docks of the next island were in view. The houses on the next island were interesting instead of tall looming buildings made of stone and steel, this island had houses primarily made of wood. The beach was clear and unpolluted. It seemed old, but it was also incredibly clean.

The ship soon pulled into the dock. Mikoto was the first one off happy to be back on land and off of the dangerous seas. Ridley soon followed since he was one of the more serious members and knew the first things to do. Sage was the last one off; she had some last minute fixings to do to her damaged garden.

Mikoto breathed in the fine fresh air. He then saw something he couldn't believe, a walking salmon! A big walking salmon! He barred his teeth evilly. He wondered how well Sage could cook up a giant salmon. Well, the easiest way would be to ask her, but the most fun way would be to catch the giant fish and then give it to her! She was an amazing cook with the supplies they had, but a giant salmon! She should be able to make it taste wonderful! He started tiptoeing after it, making sure the rest of his crewmates didn't catch on. He wanted it to be a surprise. The fish caught sight of him with his evil grin and ran. Mikoto started to chase it.

Ridley just finished tying the boat to the dock and sat down to rest and enjoy the peace and quiet. He liked noise, but the noise Mikoto makes! It was enough for anyone to try to saw their own ear off. He looked around. He realized why it was so quiet. Mikoto left! He shot up. He called over to Sage.

"What do you want, crop killer," said Sage. (See the last chapter when Mikoto and Ridley were fighting.)

"Did you see where…" started Ridley before Sage interrupted him.

"Plant Pulverizer! Dirt Defiler! Garden Gouger!" shouted Sage, before cooling back down.

"Okay…I think I might have deserved those, but where did Mikoto go?" said Ridley.

Sage looked around her. She looked shocked, she had just now noticed that Mikoto left. "I don't know, maybe he went out to pick up supplies?"

Ridley thought for a second. "If Mikoto is going out to pick up some supplies we are going to have a monkey on board this ship…we got to go stop him."

"Why a monkey is a lot better, then a Harvest Hater!" shouted Sage. She muttered a few more words. "But I suppose we should stop him." She was about to run off and get him, but Ridley stopped her.

"Why don't I go find him and you buy us all the stuff we are going to need to fix your garden, to cook, and to sail?" asked Ridley. Sage nodded. Off she went. Ridley sighed. "Now I need to find Mikoto." Ridley got up and started to walk towards town.

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"FISH, FISH, COME BACK HERE FISH!" shouted Mikoto. "I WANT TO EAT YOU! I HAVE SOMEONE TO COOK YOU! DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?"

The salmon didn't even turn around to see Mikoto still running after him. The salmon just kept running. A large brazen arm stretched out in between Mikoto and the salmon. Mikoto smashed into the arm at full speed. Despite his head being stopped he kept on trying to run actually pulling the arm with him. The man in control of the arm stopped it by slamming Mikoto into the ground.

The man looked down upon Mikoto. He was a dark blue color everywhere, except on his underbelly which was a light blue. He had large dorsal fin on his back and gills appeared on his face stretching down to his shoulders. His black pants covered up grey swirls on his back. Two sword holsters with swords in them hung at his waist. He looked intently down upon Mikoto. His three layers of teeth showing.

"This is Fishman Island #2 in the East Blue," said the shark-like man. "And I am Atrum Zesiro. A Mako Shark Fishman and while I know for a fact that enslaving Fishmen is against Marine laws, the laws are fuzzy about eating them. But I got to advise against it, or else."

"Fishmen?" asked Mikoto, "I didn't want to eat a Fishman! I just wanted to eat that giant, walking salmon!" Mikoto looked all around him. He couldn't see the salmon anymore. "Darn it! Thanks to you I just lost my lunch!" Mikoto transformed into his half-coyote form. His long black hair morphed into a dark grey color, his hands grew long claws. His face became covered in hair. "You better pay for my next meal!"

Zesiro grinned. He drew his two swords. "If you can beat me, I will!"

Mikoto looked stunned. "You can use swords! You should join my crew! Be our swordsman!"

"I'm more of a navigator," said Zesiro growing annoyed. "Are we going to fight or not?"

"A navigator! That is even better! Join my crew!" shouted Mikoto. Zesiro swung his sword Mikoto. The sword missed by a quarter of an inch.

"Let's fight!" said Atrum becoming more annoyed with this lunatic. "Next time I won't miss!"

"I hope not, because if you did, you wouldn't be good enough for my pirate crew!" said Mikoto his grin growing ever wider. Another slash of Zesiro's sword whizzed through the air this time cutting a gash into Mikoto's cheek. Blood dripped to the ground. "Okay, Okay, I know we want to see if you are strong enough for me to want, and I respect your kindness." Another slice whizzed through the air, but this time Mikoto dodged it stealthy.

"Nice dodge," said Zesiro. "I thought you were just going to keep talking while I chopped you up." Zesiro struck out with another salvo of slashes. Each slash from Zesiro seemed to blend perfectly in with the next until it was almost a dance with blades. Each slice destroyed a trashcan, a bench, or something else, but Mikoto was dodging each slice. Mikoto landed awkwardly for a second, but that was all the time Zesiro required. He launched another slice aimed perfectly at Mikoto. The slice caught Mikoto perfectly across the chest, blood spurted onto the ground. Mikoto staggered for a second. Zesiro continued with his barrage of cuts landing another several blows onto Mikoto's body. The last slice cut open the bandage that was tied around Mikoto's chest. The bandage fell to the ground. Zesiro's rapid slashes slowed to a complete stop. The man in front of him had a hole in his stomach. Not even your average hole, it was probably two or three inches wide going all the way to the other side.

That moment was the last moment he saw a fully injured man in front of him. Mikoto disappeared with a blur. The next thing Zesiro knew a punch had landed straight into his face. Zesiro turned around to face the advisory, it was Mikoto. Mikoto struck out using his other hand in a sweeping fashion. His claws dug deep into Zesiro's cheek. Zesiro backed up a few feet in pain. He glared at Mikoto. Mikoto's hybrid form was hunched over, his two claws on the ground.

Zesiro smiled. "I was going to toy with you a while longer, but…" his attention wandered back to the numerous wounds on Mikoto, he shook it off, "but I think it will be better if I just end it now! Shark in the Middle!" Zesiro stretched both of his arms out and started spinning his swords. The two swords formed two dangerous pinwheels on both sides of him. He opened his mouth up wide. He charged at Mikoto. "If he goes to either side, he'll get chopped by one of my swords. If he stays in the middle, I'll take a big chunk taken out of him with my teeth."

Mikoto didn't move. He struck out with both of his two hands. He used both of his hands to pry open Zesiro's mouth. Zesiro froze in place. Mikoto's hands gripped Zesiro's mouth. Despite Mikoto's inhuman strength, Zesiro continued to push causing Mikoto to slid across the ground. Mikoto twisted his body, throwing Zesiro into a nearby pedestrian.

Mikoto dashed over to the pedestrian and helped him up. The pedestrian patted the dirt off of his black cloak. "I am so sorry!" He looked around him. He saw trash cans cut in two, benches shredded, and even long scars dug into buildings. "Me and my nakama have been causing a ruckus, huh?"

"I'm not your nakama," said Zesiro standing up letting the cans that collapsed on him roll off of his sleek body. "I refuse to join forces with someone who eats my friends!"

"I didn't eat him!" said Mikoto. "You let him get away," muttered Mikoto under his breath.

"You were still going to eat him! If I hadn't intervened you'd be eating Salmon Sushi right this instance!" shouted Zesiro.

"I think Sage could cook something better then sushi," said Mikoto. "I hope so anyways."

The pedestrian spoke up before the fight could start again. "No, no it's my fault…you see, I am kind of drawn to fights and your fight interest me. I was wondering if you'd want a job at an island a few miles off of the coast. At the Underground Rally Arena?"

"Underground Rally Arena?" asked Mikoto, "Never heard of it!"

"I have," said Zesiro. "One of three men who are currently fighting over the title of the World's Greatest Swordsman actually started his career back then, but that was before it was put under the control of the Shichibukai, 'Reaper' Trevor. I'm going to decline your offer."

"Its true, the Underground Rally Arena, was at one time illegal," said the man. "But thanks to Trevor, it is now perfectly legal. And besides, my offer wasn't meant to be declined. If you two don't accept it, I will make the Marines hunt you down like dogs."

"Like you have that kind of power," said Zesiro.

"I have that kind of power and more," said the man. "For you see I am Dominic Renvont." He threw his cloak off of his body. Underneath it was a blood red shirt with a bulls-eye in the middle of it. Mikoto just now realized how tall the man stood, reaching about 6 foot easy. His blue jeans ended at his pitch-black shoes. "Better known as 'Gunslinger Renvont, the only sharpshooter in the Eastern Blue to ever have a bounty of 40 million belies."

"40 Million Belies!" shouted Mikoto. He thought for a second. "Why aren't you in the Grand Line, scared?"

"No, sadly I lack both a boat and a crew," said Renvont. "So, I will continue to wander the East Blue until both of those two things fall underneath my control."

"You can join my crew," said Mikoto.

"I am meeting way too many freaks today," said Zesiro.

"I appreciate the offer, and I will ignore the insult," said Renvont, "But sadly I must decline. I have my reasons…Anyways, back to the matter at hand, about my offer."

"If you are declining my offer, I'm going to decline your offer!" shouted Mikoto.

"So, you both agree you would rather have the Marines hunt you down," said Renvont.

"Yes," said Mikoto.

"Like you can have the Marines chase after us," said Zesiro.

"You said 'us' we are officially a team!" said Mikoto.

"That's not what I meant," said Zesiro.

"I feel sorry for you, Zesi," said Renvont, Zesiro gripped his swords tighter, "And you, too, Miko-Chan." Mikoto growled. "For now I will have to go over my 100 kills per day limit."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT," shouted Mikoto and Zesiro in unison. Zesiro sliced out with both of his swords at Renvont's head. Mikoto aimed lower at Renvont's legs. Renvont disappeared like a blur.

"Wow, he's fast," said Mikoto. "I could barely keep up with him." Mikoto was twisted around looking at the top of the building.

"You were keeping up with that speed," said Zesiro. He twisted around and saw what Mikoto was looking at. On the top of one house stood Renvont.

"Let me introduce to you, Cerberus and Anubis," said Renvont pulling out two separate large handguns. "Crimson Napalm," said Renvont. He pulled the trigger on the left one, Cerberus. A bullet exploded from it. Renvont didn't move. The bullet collided with another house. It exploded. The house exploded in a brilliant red inferno.

"My village," shouted Zesiro.

"I can see the head lines now," said Renvont. "'Wild Wolf' Mikoto and 'Shark Bite' Zesiro destroyed an entire village in the Eastern Blue. They are now being classified as dangerous pirates, they will now have a bounty of 25 million for the captain Mikoto and 18 million for the navigator of the crew."

"I'm not on his crew," shouted Zesiro. Renvont fired another bullet another house exploded into flames. His eyes exploded into rage. He charged at Renvont. He jumped up clearing the building. Before he could even strike out with his swords, Renvont fired another bullet into Zesiro's chest causing him to collapse onto the ground beneath him. The resulting impact knocked Zesiro out cold.

Atrum Zesiro is the creation of Obscurum of Aquora. Dominic Renvont is the creation of Mavrik Zero. I'll have Renvont's profile up next time. By the way I need some Marines for an upcoming story arc.

Full Name: Atrum Zesiro

Aliases (or nicknames): Shark Bite Zesiro

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Specialty/Position: Navigator

Race: Fishman; Mako Shark

Devil Fruit/Weapon: He has two katana that he has had since leaving his home island. One has a light blue hilt with a black blade. The other has a red blade and a light grey hilt. His fighting technique is normally flowing and ever moving, much like water, and tends to make his opponents bleed heavily.

Physical Appearance: Zesiro stands around 6' 2" and is lean but muscular. He has dark blue skin with a much lighter blue underbelly, like a shark. He also has a dark grey patch that covers his shoulders. Just before the dorsal fin in the middle of his back, he has two swirls of a lighter grey on each side that reach down to his knees. His gills start in the middle of his neck and end on his shoulder. Normally he wears just a pair of black or grey pants that reach down to his ankles, obscuring some of his markings. Once in a while, he will throw on a shirt if it is a cold day.

History: Zesiro grew up on an island near the Calm Belt. He grew up without his parents, as they died before he could really remember him. When he was still young, he visited a village on the other side of the island and was called a demon. From that point on, that village tried to drive Zesiro out or kill him whenever they got the chance. Zesiro tried to leave the island, but would be stopped every time by some large sea kings that lived in the water around the island. When he was nine, he was running away from the villagers when he found a cabin tucked away behind a few boulders. Curious, he went inside and found two swords hanging up above the fireplace. He wanted to get a closer look, but the old man that lived there came back from hunting. Zesiro started to apologize, but the old man just shushed him. The old man, who's name was Garneth, told Zesiro of how his parents were killed by the villagers, but his mother managed to find Garneth before dying, telling him to keep the swords for their son. Zesiro didn't know what to think of the old man, but he did take his parent's swords. He got away from the island a few months later by stowing away on a pirate ship that had stopped in a nearby cove. Since then, he has mostly stayed on that island training to become a great swordsman in memory of his parents.

Family: Both his parents are dead, and he doesn't know any more about his family.

Personality: Zesiro is fairly smart, but doesn't like to flaunt it or make it well known. He's normally laid back and doesn't react to insults unless they are directed at people he cares about. When he fights, he tends to play around a bit, unless his friends are threatened. Sometimes he reacts to blood, much like a shark would, but normally he can control it. His biggest fear is that the people he trusts will turn on him.

Likes: Swordplay, flying fish, hunting, swimming in the open sea

Dislikes: The one island that he grew up on, anyone who hurts someone close to him

Goals (Or Dreams if you prefer): He wants to become a great swordsman with people he can trust.

Other: He hates being called Zesi