A thick fog covered the ship. Ridley and Sage sat opposite of Hiro-Shu, still in his prisoner's uniform lacking a choice, and were still barely able to see him. This strange iron golem had recently boarded their ship. He was strong enough to smash cannonballs and he smart enough to know how to sail. But other then the fact that he could kick their butts they knew nothing about him. Zesiro had gone under to make sure Mikoto didn't open up his wounds.
"Did you eat a Devil Fruit," asked Sage.
"No," replied Hiro-Shu. He was getting tired of this. They had been asking him questions for three hours now.
"Do you like music?" asked Ridley.
"Yes," replied Hiro-Shu.
"Then how did you get this power," asked Sage.
"I am a vessel to Iguko, the Iron Golem," replied Hiro-Shu.
"What kinds of music?" asked Ridley.
"Quiet music," said Hiro-Shu.
"Vessel?" asked Sage.
"A vessel is a being with two souls his own and another generally ancient being's power," said Hiro-Shu, "they live in our body and give us strength."
"What do you think about the actually good music? You know the loud, rambunctious, interesting music," said Ridley.
"Stop asking him about his music preferences!" shouted Sage, she returned her attention to Hiro-Shu smiling nicely, "so, is there anything we should know about you?"
"I prefer peace and quiet to an interview," said Hiro-Shu still with a calm and almost regal voice.
Sage chuckled nervously. Ridley twisted his head around refusing to make eye contact with him. "Please feel free to move around on this ship," said Sage still nervous.
Hiro-Shu did a polite bow getting up and started walking towards the helm.
"I don't like him," pouted Ridley. His face lit up with an idea. "I say at night time we toss him over board!"
"How you became friends with someone like Mikoto, I'll never know," said Sage.
"Hey, I lived a tough life," said Ridley, "my father was a brute." He pointed at his green Mohawk, "you don't think I didn't get teased for this, do you? Yup, my life is the tragic life of woe." He said those last words with an almost bragging tone of voice.
"I don't think so," said Sage.
"Oh, yeah, miss flora girl!" said Ridley.
"Lying punk rocker!"
"I am not lying!"
"Yes, you…" Sage would've continued this argument if it wasn't for a specific black fur ball that ran past them and straight into the kitchen. "Get out of the kitchen Mikoto!" She chased after him.
A few moments later Zesiro came up from below the deck nearly out of breath. "What happened to restraining him?"
Zesiro walked over and plopped some chewed up leather restraints onto the table. "Mikoto ate them."
"That can't be good for a growing boy," said Ridley. Mikoto was sent flying from the kitchen with a well aimed kick on Sage's part.
"Enter MY kitchen without my permission again," shouted Sage, "and a sore rear end will be the least of your worries!" She slammed the door behind her.
"I think she digs you," said Ridley jokingly.
Mikoto's stomach responded with a loud audible grumble. "No fair! I was knocked out for three days, I didn't get my fill at the marine base and then Kin fights me and makes me burn it all up! I am hungry!" His cries stopped as he started sniffing the air. "Do you smell that?" He peered out over the water still sniffing the air.
"Smell what, demi-dog?" asked Ridley.
"Food," said Mikoto. He ran back a couple of feet Ridley's and Zesiro's eyes trained on him waiting for something stupid. Mikoto then took off for the rim of the ship. He jumped off using the edge of the ship as a jumping board. Ridley's jaw dropped. Zesiro simply looked down in disbelief, not wanting to watch this show of stupidity. Hiro-Shu also watched from his position on the helm. The three cringed together waiting for the inevitable splash in the water. Only problem was they heard nothing. No splash, no Mikoto crying for help, no one yelling at them to jump into the water to save Mikoto.
It was too quiet. Zesiro and Ridley twisted around and looked down towards the sea to scan for Mikoto. They saw nothing. Then a ship's loud foghorn blew. The crew looked up to see a ship. A large ship. It was huge compared to theirs, about ten times its size. Ridley and Zesiro exchanged glances.
"I wonder if he," started Zesiro.
"He probably did," said Ridley.
"But how?" continued Zesiro.
"He has the luck of ten devils," said Ridley, "Come on we better board it in order to look for him. You get the gang plank and I'll get the crew." Zesiro nodded in agreement.
Zesiro walked over to the gangplank and picked it up with one hand. He heaved the gang plank across the two ships. It stayed sturdily. Zesiro twisted it to make sure he got a good latch. It stayed in place. He called over to Ridley. Ridley, Sage, and Hiro-Shu came over.
The crew got up one at a time. First Zesiro, then Ridley, then Sage. When Hiro-Shu lifted his foot up onto the gang plank it shook and it sounded like it was going to splinter. Hiro-Shu backed off and looked at it.
"I don't think this board can hold my weight," he said. "I'll just keep steering the ship!" Hiro-Shu shook his head. He wanted to go over with them, but breaking the plank wasn't really an option was it? That's what happens when you weigh in at nearly 1,000 pounds. He'd just have to resign himself to staying on the ship and watch it.
Zesiro and Ridley were the first two to put their feet onto the ship. Zesiro looked around. The boat was covered in women! Not just normal women like Sage and the other girls they might. But pretty women that were barely dressed. They were wearing short skirts, small shirts, if you could call them shirts, they were more like bras! That was it! Zesiro just had to get his lunatic of a captain and get off. He was so hungry he probably barely paid attention to the women and went straight to the kitchen.
Ridley had blanked out. He was staring at the women his jaw dropped to nearly the floor. He was staring at each and every woman that walked by. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth. He cared very little for anyone who saw this abhorring act.
Sage was the next one on the ship. She stepped gingerly onto the ship and looked around. She was disgusted. These women were walking around degrading themselves like this in front of men! She turned around and looked the other way. Like a good girl should. She waited for this sense of morality to be shared by her crew members but neither joined her. A tick formed on her forehead. She slapped Ridley and Zesiro on the back of the head hard.
"Excuse me," shouted Zesiro jumping up to his feet immediately. "I was looking for Mikoto!" Ridley didn't even respond. He just continued his drooling on the floor. Zesiro was snapped out of his rage when a long spear was nearly thrust into his abdomen.
A slender young man stood at the other end of the spear. He had neat black hair and a small toothbrush mustache. He was wearing heavy armor and he glared disdainfully at Zesiro. "How dare thou insult a woman? Doest thou hath no shame?"
"I wasn't attacking her!" shouted Zesiro, "she attacked me!" He turned and growled at her to which she simply responded with an innocently enough pout. He growled in frustration and turned to the man. "Look we are trying to find our captain! He jumped off of our ship and landed somewhere. We think he might have landed on this ship."
"This captain of yours is he short of tall," Zesiro nodded, "black hair," Zesiro nodded again, "capable of becoming a dog," Zesiro nodded a third time, "wearing a black shirt with a red question mark on it?" Zesiro nodded a final time. "I will nought tell thou for thou is a woman hater!"
"SHE HIT ME!"
"Can you please tell us where our captain is," asked Sage sweetly, "I really would like to see him, Mr. Um…I never did get your name."
"My name is Zoey La Rue!" said the man, "I am the swordsman of this fine vessel! However I fight with a pike and I hate men who pick on ladies." He glared at Zesiro. Zesiro responded with a loud huff. He returned to Sage, "right this way elegant lady." He offered Sage a hand which she took. Zesiro shook his head in disbelief picked up the knocked out Ridley and followed them.
The walk to the dining room was nearly 15 minutes long. Zesiro was biting his lip since he was stuck listening to Zoey La Rue talk for fifteen minutes nonstop about ladies. When they finally got to the kitchen, Zoey La Rue held up a finger for silence. He knocked tenderly.
"My liege we have visitors," said Zoey, "including a marvelous young lady, an annoying shark, and a knocked out rapscallion with some weird hair."
"Mohawk!" shouted Ridley despite his dazed state.
"But bem bin!" shouted a muffled voice. (*Let them in*)
Zoey grunted uncomfortably, "I apologize but our captain is kind of…" he was interrupted by the same voice.
"Bi bad bet bim bin!" (*I said let them in*)
Zoey sighed as he opened the door. In the room was a long table filled mostly with scantily dressed women, but at one end was Mikoto and another male, both eating like animals. The other man was dressed quite nicely and his skin was tan. His hair style was dread locks. He looked at the group. He stopped his vicious eating streak and stood up.
"A MOST FLAMBOYANT WELCOME!" he shouted in his loudest voice. Many of the women chimed in. He stopped and stared at Sage. "Well, HELLO gorgeous." He stopped in front of her and smiled. "Are you here to join my crew? If you are your attire is terribly off. I can get a dresser for you however."
"No, no I am with the pig over there," she said smiling nervously pointing at Mikoto.
"Ah, Mikoto," he said smiling, "Such a nice fellow…anyways you simply must join me in today's feast. Randy prepare…3 more meals!"
"For who?" said another man as he emerged from the kitchen. He was a tall blond haired man who wore a slouch hat, a tuxedo, and a red scarf. He was continuously wiping his hand with a towel. He looked at the group and went back into the kitchen without another word.
"No, we really must go," said Sage, "we need to get our ship fixed it has taken a beating. We don't want to impose."
The man with dreadlocks face fell, "oh well…wait a second, I still haven't introduced myself have I? My name is Alan Fox. A most flamboyant goodbye." He returned to his seat and resumed eating.
Randy reentered the room carrying three meals in one hand. He placed them on the table and searched the room. "Excuse me sir, isn't Dahlia supposed to be eating now?"
"She's around somewhere," said Alan, "there's a hundred girls in this room, I am sure she is around."
"No, no, no," said Randy stretching his neck scouring the room, "I don't see her."
"Trust me she is here," said Alan.
Mikoto finished eating his stomach was slightly bloated, for the first time he seemed to notice his crew. "Hey guys you here to eat, too?"
"No we are here to get you!" said Sage.
"So, how was you meal," said Randy getting ready to get most welcomed compliments.
"Not as good as meals Sage makes," said Mikoto, "But still a good job!"
Randy dropped the towel to the floor. "What? Not as good…OH COME ON NOW!" he shouted. "Maybe you just need a bit more of a push! I know desert! What shall it be? How about pie! Everyone loves pie! How about apple, blueberry, blackberry, cherry, chocolate," he continued to ramble out a list of pie flavors.
"Nah, I'll just have some Sage's desert! They are the best!" said Mikoto. Randy fell to the ground twitching. The crew stared at him.
"He is very sensitive about his cooking," said Alan watching with a smile on his face. "Are you sure you must go? I would love to travel with you to your next destination, but I have some urgent business to take care of."
"Its okay we can take care of ourselves," said Mikoto. Zesiro and Sage nodded. Spending a day with this crew is bad enough. For Zesiro he'd be happy to be away from Zoey La Rue. Sage just wanted to be away from these embarrassing women.
"I know!" shouted Alan, "change course we shall follow our friends. The marines can wait for me."
"I doest nought think it is a good idea to leave the Marines waiting, sire," said Zoey.
"Who cares!" said Alan, "I'll see the Marines soon enough, besides," he coughed, "I am already three days late!"
"Nah!" said Mikoto, "you go to the Marines and settle any business you have with them! We'll just have to meet again!" Zesiro and Sage's face fell in distress.
"Yes!" said Alan, "to meeting again!"
(That night on Alan's ship)
"I do hope we see Mikoto again," said Alan, he was looking over a group of Wanted Posters. First was 'Kid Coyote' Mikoto 25 million, then there was 'Gladiator' Goro 20 million, Jack Sparrow 35 million, Bloodbeard 45 million, 'Acid Touch' Calico 24 million, and Jacob Gunther 33 million.
The loud sound of gun bursts interrupted his thoughts. Soon the door to Alan's room exploded open. First came Zoey La Rue his armor shattered in several places. Then several girls followed all beat up bleeding severely. Then in walked a man with a blood red T-Shirt. The bulls-eye in the middle of it still somehow stood out. He had a fur collared all black trench coat. His blue jeans completed the look. At his waist two obscenely large handguns were holstered. He looked amazingly unscathed for just slaughtering half a ship.
"Renvont?" said Alan, his hand went to a large mallet on the wall, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"A shichibukai is always prepared isn't he?" said Renvont, "and never scared." He looked down at the helpless pile of crewmembers.
Alan wanted to slaughter him. Take out his hammer and slam in the head repeatedly for attacking his ship and killing his comrades, but could he do it?
"I didn't come here for your head nor to kill your friends," said Renvont, "I was in town and figured you'd want to share a drink with me, like you did with my friend, Mikoto?"
"I'm going to Marine Base East 4," said Alan, "this ship will dock there in two hours. When we land you are as good as dead!" He swung his hammer out towards Renvont with amazing speed and power.
Renvont put his left handgun to the hammer's end. He pulled the trigger. The hammer was instantly incinerated with one shot. "The Grand Line isn't a disappoint maybe someone capable of killing me lies there…I'll just have to get a ship and a crew. Then I can go there and find the person I am looking for." He left the ship. Alan fingered the hammer in his hands. He was angry, but his crew came first. He rushed to their side to try and heal them the best he could.
Whoo, that is one long chapter! (For me, anyways). First off some new characters appeared so welcome Alan Fox, Randy Grant, and Zoey La Rue (all created by A. Fox). Alan Fox is a Shichibukai. Also I would like to re-welcome Dominic Renvont and his insane killing prowess. Also the Wanted Posters featured Goro Machulu (by Nezumimaru), Jack Sparrow (a play on Pirates of the Caribbean), Bloodbeard (I was bored), Calico Slash (snakeboy33), and Jacob D. Gunther (Pirateprophet44). These were randomly selected pirates that I hope will get to show up in this fic. Fingers crossed.