The ship pulled up next to a bustling city. Mikoto jumped down in his usual feverish and overenthusiastic way. The rest of the crew waited until Zesiro lowered the gang plank. Ridley soon descended along with Sage. Hiro-Shu was the next one off. Zesiro remained on the ship. "I'm going to check the damage done," said Zesiro, so far he was the only one showing a lick of knowledge, it was his job to be responsible and fix the ship to get to the next island…or a decent repair shop.

Mikoto nodded and started to wander off but Ridley grabbed his collar and yanked him close to him. "No," said Ridley, "if you wander off we are going to be stuck docked in this city for who knows how long till you show your sorry butt again! So, this time you are staying with me!"

"NO!" cried Mikoto, "why you! Why do I have to stick around with a man with a Mohawk!"

"Its makes sense Mikoto," said Sage, "now I am off to buy some food and some seeds for my garden," she was about to leave before Ridley's other hand grabbed her belt and yanked her down to the ground.

"No," said Ridley, "don't you dare leave. Last time you were off by yourself you spent half a million belies! You are sticking close to Hiro-Shu!" Ridley turned to Hiro-Shu, "make sure she doesn't buy anything stupid!" He walked off dragging Mikoto by his collar towards the city.

Hiro-Shu looked down at his attire. "Meet you in the town square in half an hour," said Hiro-Shu, "I'm going to buy some clothing." Sage looked at him, it was odd, but until now she had been almost oblivious to his prison wear. She shrugged and wandered off into town carrying a purse full of money.

(-With Ridley and Mikoto-)

"Ah, here we are," said Ridley stopped in front of a bar. "With a pirate crew of five its time we celebrate, don't you think?" He picked Mikoto up. Mikoto still looked sullen. "Come on now, I didn't want to have Sage breathing down our backs or Hiro-Shu around us. Its just me and you, two best friends, and all the alcohol you stomach can handle!"

Mikoto murmured something under his breath. "What was that?" asked Ridley.

Mikoto sighed, "I never drunk before…"

"You got to drink if you are a pirate!" shouted Ridley leading him into the bar. He slapped some Beli onto the counter, "two mugs please." The bartender nodded and went into the back. The people around them were cheerfully and happily clanging their mugs together.

Ridley smiled. "I love places like these," said Ridley, "stories are abound, tales are being told, and everyone is happy!" The bartender returned with two glasses. Ridley passed one down to Mikoto, "drink up, our lives only get worse from here! Instead of sailing, adventures, and people smiling at us wherever we go, we will be outlaws with Marines on our tails and Bounty Hunter's swords at our throats! But, hey, we are pirates!" Ridley un-strapped his guitar from his back. " Yohohoho! We are off to deliver Bink's Sake! "

Mikoto started clapping and singing along with the rest of the bar. Mikoto was drinking like he had never drunk before.

(-Hiro-Shu-)

Hiro-Shu was walking down the streets. Many kids were pointing fingers and their moms hushed them and pushed them back into their houses. Hiro-Shu's face fell. He was framed for stealing, sent to jail, became a pirate, and was now walking in the middle of the streets and people were running from him. He hadn't done anything wrong, oh well, maybe changing out of these clothes would help.

He stopped outside a clothing store. He was going to walk in, but before he was even capable of putting his foot into the door something distracted him. An old man (probably 70 or so) was currently being squished beneath the boot of a much larger man. Both in height and weight. This man was probably 8 feet high (2.4 meters) and weighed probably 300 pounds. He had a big bushy beard covering his face. He wore a small black beret, an open biker vice and some all-too small pants that revealed his fat chubby short legs. He had an obscenely large mace strapped to his back.

He brought his club up resembling the stance of a professional golfer. He brought the mace down with stupendous force and speed. It collided with the man's shoulder, breaking several bones. The man laughed loudly, "Next time youz see any member of da' Black Gorilla Mountain Bandit Gang youz better bow your head in me direction and if I want your freakin' watch youz better give me your freakin' watch." He brought the mace back up to his previous stance.

Right when he was about to bring it back down this time aimed the man's face a big steel encased fist slammed into his face. He was sent back at tremendous speed towards the wall. Hiro-Shu bent down and picked up the poor man. He carried him over to the nearby bench.

The man he had sent flying got back up. He cupped his mace in his hands. "Youz pickin' a fight wit me? Cuz' if youz be youz better think twice! I am from da Black Gorilla Mountain Bandit Gang! We do not take crap from anybody!" He charged at Hiro-Shu his mace high in the air. He swung his mace, it made clean contact with Hiro-Shu's face. The fat man started to laugh, "Dat's what youz git for messing wit Kurobu!" His overconfident laugh soon stopped when a second look at his mace revealed that it was cracked and breaking apart. Hiro-Shu looked up his iron face had several small cracks in it and blood was pouring from the cracks, but he was still better off then Kurobu's mace.

Hiro-Shu reeled back readying for a devastating punch. Kurobu didn't stick around and wait for it and took off running at the highest possible speeds a man his size could. Hiro-Shu looked at the old man.

"Thank you, kind sir," said the old man, he was shaky and sounded almost ill, "My name is Alfred…I was just going to do some shopping, but that man attacked me *cough*, I can't thank you enough."

(-Zesiro-)

Zesiro dropped the boards onto the boat. The ship was in bad ship and drastically needed some repairs. He was no shipwright, but he knew how to use a hammer and nail. That should be enough…shouldn't it? He went to work busying himself with the task at hand starting down beneath the deck at the hull of the ship.

He was no more then half way into it when some loud clattering could be heard from upstairs. He hoped it was Hiro-Shu he had to have better work ethics then the other two. Ridley was lazy, unmotivated, and not to strong, Mikoto was just a complete goofball, and Sage just wasn't strong in the physical sense. He went up to see if he could enlist their help.

He stopped where he stood when he saw one incredibly skinny and unknown person wearing a Marine's cap, a short skirt that revealed her lengthy legs (which desperately needed to be shaved), and a tight-fitting halter top. She had small and delicate features, smooth and slender chest/shoulders and a less then modest figure. It must be a girl…crap. Could he just burst out and slice a girl up who didn't even know he was there? No. He shouldn't kill anyone who didn't at least have their guard up. He sighed, here he is being chivalrous and slightly stupid.

"Get off of our ship," he said. He pulled one of his swords out and prepared to fight the girl.

The girl turned around and in complete and total contrast to her back she had a very mannish face. A triple butt chin, thick eyebrows, stuff like that. But her lips were painted a brilliant red and she had long made-up eyelashes…Zesiro was conflicted with 'What is up with her face' thoughts until 'she' spoke.

It was not a girl's voice, not by far. It was an incredibly deep voice, past baritone. "This ship is under arrest by the order of the Marine Captain of this town, Commodore Samantha Jones!"

"Are you a man or a girl?" asked Zesiro in a lost, puzzling tone.

"How very rude!" 'she' shouted, "I am a woman without a doubt!" She reached into her pockets, pulled out a tube of lipstick and applied it expertly. "Now do you have any doubts?"

"You know what," said Zesiro, "I don't care." Zesiro ran towards the 'woman' (he still wasn't sure about that) and twisted his sword around. He slammed the back of the blade into her chest, Zesiro noted the surprising lack of breasts for a 30-something year-old woman. He pushed the blade with a tremendous amount of inherited Fishman strength and sent the woman flying off of the ship.

"Did I just send a woman flying?" said Zesiro. He shrugged it off, figuring it was something he'd have to get used at some point, and went back down to finish fixing the ship.

(-Sage-)

Sage was wandering through the streets trying her best to ignore the great deals going on around her. The 100,000 Beli watering can going for just 5,000 Beli, the mystical golden apple that can grow a solid gold tree for just 10,000 Beli, the numerous exotic fashions, several being the new trend in the Grand Line, for less then 1,000 Belie a shirt! She had to conserve money…she walked by an 'Find Your True Love' Amulet for 500 Beli…who needed their true love, anyways…next was an anti-drowning suit for Devil Fruit users…when was she ever going to drown…a shirt capable of withstanding a cannon shot…"WHO NEEDS A SHIRT ANYWAYS! NOT ME!" She clutched her mouth realizing she had just said that aloud in a street filled with numerous people.

Most of the people turned away allowing Sage her fantasy that no one heard her, but then a weird thing happened. Several men and a couple of women started throwing their shirts off. Some of them even offered to help her out of hers! She brushed past all of them and made a mad dash for the ship.

Sage was halfway there when the ship came into sight. She started to panic! Not only did she disobey Ridley and leave Hiro-Shu, but she is also going to bring a whole group of shirtless people onto their ship! Who wanted her to take her shirt off! How well was that going to go with the rest of the crew? Surely Ridley would like to see her with her shirt off, but she hoped that Hiro-Shu and Zesiro would have higher class then that…Mikoto probably wouldn't care, she could cook with her shirt on or off. That in itself qualified her freedom from Mikoto.

Sage saw a bar and heard some singing going on the inside of it. She dashed into it hoping to get away from her new crazed fans. She panted heavily. That was the worst time in a town she ever had experienced…maybe a drink or two could help calm her nerves. She was about to go to the bar when she found out who was singing.

It was a drunken, wild Ridley with no shirt on dancing on a table. Why was she doomed to see so many men without their shirts on today? She looked up at Ridley his back had numerous small scorch marks on them, she never noticed them before…she wondered where he got them from. Wait! If Ridley is drunk and dancing on a table…where is Mikoto?

She ran over to Ridley grabbed him by his pant leg and yanked him off of the table with so much force he fell flat onto the ground on his face. Ridley turned around at first angry until he saw who did it, then it turned into more of a face of fear.

"Uh, hiya Sage," said Ridley getting up, "Can someone get me my shirt, I don't want my friend to see me like this!" Someone random threw him his shirt. Some men started making cat calls and smooching noises. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

He sounded so much like a little kid! What was she their cook or their mother? She shook off any thoughts like that and returned her mind to the actual business at hand, "Where is Mikoto?" she asked sweetly.

"Somewhere around here," said Ridley, "and just so you know I am not drunk. I can drink a lot more then what I did today and still remain sober. I've been drinking beer all of my life."

"Uh-huh," said Sage, "Where is Mikoto?"

"UH, give me a second," said Ridley. He whistled loudly, "Here Mikoto, here boy!"

"Yea, Riddle," said Mikoto he was walking drunkenly definitely, he kept almost tripping over his own two feet.

"YOU GOT MIKOTO DRUNK!" shouted Sage in Ridley's face.

"Yeah, I guess I did," said Ridley with an almost boastful tone.

This chapter and the next one, too, were just me being bored and I needed a small chuckle. You can look forward to a drunken Mikoto during the next chapter. Until then you can wonder about the important things in life. What is the meaning of life? What is the One Piece (I put my money on a slip of paper that says 'Friendship')? Was that person on the ship really a girl? Ponder these questions until next time!