Hola, readers of amazing One Piece Fanfictions! Here is another crew member sneak peek. This character was originally sent in by MewStar0013. Enjoy!
(I do not own One Piece. Santa just didn't come through this year.)
On a sleepy little island called Rolley's Gap, in a sleepy little town called Gulch, was a normally sleepy little saloon known as the Spitting Sea King, which was now being occupied by a not so sleepy gang of bandits.
"Drink up, boys. We're celebrating!"
The gang, celebrating their raid on a nearby ranch, took up the back half of the saloon. Their leader, a large, dirty man wearing a black coat and a very bad toupee, was downing his eighth mug of beer and kept calling for more. Behind the bar, the elderly owner grunted and began to prepare another pitcher.
The saloon was rather small, but known all around the island for its good food and spirits. The owner was a tough old thing that didn't mind serving pirates or bandits, so long as they paid their tab.
"You might want to order somethin' before they drink the place dry." The owner said to the somewhat nervous-looking blonde bespectacled man sitting at the counter.
"Oh, erm… alright." Marine Inspector Davis Clyde hoped some alcohol might help soothe his nerves. This was his first mission alone. He had managed to track down the notorious bandit Bald Head Billy (the gentleman with the toupee) to this town, but now that he had him in sight, the marine had no idea how to apprehend him. Clyde was smart but a dreadful fighter, and this guy was worth 8 million and had 12 men!
"Ah, thank you." Clyde said as the owner slid a glass towards him.
Maybe I could wait until he goes home? Clyde contemplated as he sipped his beer. Can I set a trap?
But then the saloon's double wooden doors opened with a slow crrrreeeeaaaakkk. None of Bald Head's people seemed to notice. When Clyde turned around, he saw a rather bedraggled looking young man in a black cowboy hat standing in the doorway.
He couldn't have been older than 18 or 19. The man was of average height and had a lithe build. His T-shirt and jeans were ripped, his boots were covered in dirt, and his leather jacket was well worn. Oddly enough to Clyde, his rugged face and dark red hair seemed vaguely familiar.
The man walked up to the bar and sat down a few seats down from the inspector.
"Hey, old guy. Get me something to eat." The man said.
The owner looked at the man's run-down appearance skeptically, "You got money?"
"Not at the moment." He admitted.
He then shrugged off his jacket, revealing 2 holstered pistols on his hips and also a heart shaped tattoo on his arm.
"But I will once I bag the bounty sitting back there."
The effect was immediate. The drunken laughter ceased and chairs clattered to the floor as bandits jumped up, eager for a fight.
The man didn't turn around. "Thirteen against one- y'all are so brave."
"You're the one dumb enough to challenge all of us at once, and there's no way you could even take down Billy alone. He's got 8 million bellis on his head." One of Bald-Head's cronies said.
The man chuckled, "I bet I can do it without even turning to face him."
This statement, as you can imagine, greatly pissed Bald-Head off. "I think it's about time I teach this arrogant upstart a lesson."
His goons cheered as he produced a large metal club decorated with nasty looking spikes. He waved it around carelessly, showing off his strength. "Say hello to big daddy!"
The man rolled his eyes, "Hello to big daddy."
Bald-Head growled, "You're askin' for it now, smart ass!" he hefted big daddy over his head and charged.
The man sighed and upholstered his gun. "Ricochet play" he murmured under his breath.
The gun shot rang out through the saloon. The bullet hit the end of the counter, bounced off and hit the ceiling rafter, and then the pot hanging above the bar and finally hit Bald-Head right in the gut before he had even run 2 steps. The man hadn't turned around the whole time.
Bald-Head's legs crumpled beneath him. He fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap. The toupee slid off, revealing a hairless head that shined like a new penny.
The cronies' mouths fell open in shock. "How did he...?"
One of them pointed to the tattoo on his arm, "He…he's a broken heart!"
They all went silent for a moment before screaming like little schoolgirls and running out the door, leaving their boss bleeding on the ground.
The man turned to the owner. "There- you heard how much he's worth. Can I get some food now?"
The owner cocked his eyebrow before walking back to the kitchen.
Clyde, who had been nervously twiddling his thumbs and wondering what he should do the whole time, sneaked a glance at the man, who was now guzzling down beer and ramen. Upon closer inspection, his tattoo was indeed the symbol of the Broken Heart bounty hunters, a heart with a jagged scar down the middle. Underneath was a personal touch- the phrase "Never Miss Twice" written in fancy script.
Broken Heart was an elite and famous group in this ocean. It was led by an ex-Marine captain by the name of Jesse Valentine. What a member was doing hungry and dirty on this small little island was a mystery.
"Hey, Marine." The man had turned to Clyde, "sorry for butting in on your investigation, but I'm dead broke and haven't eaten in 3 days."
Not noticing that the man had somehow known he was a marine, despite his inconspicuous civilian clothing, Clyde asked just what he was wondering. "Why hasn't a Broken Heart like you eaten in 3 days?"
The man's face darkened, "There's no Broken Heart anymore."
They broke up? Clyde prided himself with keeping on top of current events, but he hadn't heard even the slightest rumor that the group had disbanded.
"So what are you going to do now? Keep bounty hunting solo?" Clyde asked.
The man finished his noodles and tossed his fork into the empty bowl with a clatter. "Not sure."
The marine had an idea, "Hey, you're pretty good with that gun. Why don't you join the navy? We're always looking for new muscle."
"Sorry, been there, done that. I ain't going back."
The man then snatched his jacket left the bar, stepping over Bald Head's crumpled body and leaving Clyde with a very baffled look on his face. He pushed through the swinging wooden doors and stepped out into the dusty street.
As he walked down the road towards the sinking sun, ex-Marine captain and ex-Bounty hunter boss Jesse Valentine wondered just what he was going to do now.
And there you have it! Did you like it? Did you love it? Were you absolutely enamored by it? Then review! Please? I'll be your best friend!
Sorry I accidentally posted chapter 1 again. It should all be fixed by now. I also forgot to mention that it was Scuppypup who submitted Zia from the last chapter. Scup, you have my deepest and humblest apologies. I am sorry.
-Love, Hendie
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