Well I probably won't be putting anything at the top or bottom of the story from here on out, well except when it's important or the disclaim, which i have yet to do to my knowledge so... yeah... okay moving on! if you are reading this and like it, thank you! but if you don't like it that's okay as well, i'm not going to say 'fuck off!' or anything, if you don't like the story, you don't like it. all i ask is you don't flame me, but if you do, oh well i tried.
Disclaim: i own nothing of One Piece, nothing, it belongs to Oda-san.
After a week on sea and entering the calm belt, Zane and Ikatsu had seen no land at all. Zane was just powering the ship, while he read one of his thousands of books as he sat, also listening to his best friend's nescient complaints about boredom.
"Are we there yet?" the silver haired man drawled.
"No. Now stop asking that irritating question." The green haired Captain seethed, his voice layered with anger, though it did not show on his calm persona. The same question and answer had been said throughout the whole week and Zane wanted to just scream, but he wouldn't, because he's a man.
"Are we-"
"Hey, do you hear that." The Air-Man said with a feigned seriousness in his voice, not that the martial artist could tell. Ikatsu fell silent and strained his ears trying to hear what Zane was talking about, but all he heard was nothing. Right when he was going to voice his thoughts Zane decided to speak up, "it's silent, peaceful, let's keep it that way, okay?"
Grumbling his answer, Ikatsu stalked up to the crow's nest. Sitting up there pouting, Ikatsu thought 'he's such a $#& #$#%&#&^#$^*$% $#&^#$#*!' straightening his martial arts uniform he decided to look through his telescope, only seeing water, water, a island, water- wait what! Whipping his head fast enough to give him whiplash, he saw a island of pretty good size at least a fifty miles away, twenty minuets at full speed, and an hour at their current speed.
Finally deciding to tell his captain, he leaned over the rail and cupped his hands around his mouth, "LAND HO!"
"WHICH WAY?" came a reply
"STRAIGHT AHEAD!" As soon as the words left his mouth, the ship quadrupled in speed, forcing the martial artist to fall down to the deck.
On the island in a restaurant was a Fishman, a Saw Shark Fishman to be exact, with a ring of pirates surrounding him. The Fishman was standing at a very tall 8 feet, long curly black hair with nothing but a pair of raggedy shorts, a beanie, and a torn up vest, all were stained with blood, but the Fishman didn't have a scratch on him. The Saw Shark glared at the surrounding pirates with his midnight blue irises.
"You." He pointed to the pirate directly to his right that was also standing on the counter shaking in his boots, "are there any marines nearby?"
"Y-Y-Yes… there's a base on the other side of the hill…" the obviously scared man said, his trousers darkening around his crotch.
"Fine, then I'll go tonight then." The Fishman said grabbing his stuff and leaving. The pirates sighed as he left, one in particular in the corner. That pirate smirked in arrogance as he said, "let's go tell the boss what happened, he might want a new slave!" and with that, the pirates left for the hill.
Zane and Ikatsu were looking in Horror at the town in front of them. Marines. Everywhere… But that was not the horrifying thing they saw, it was the state of the marines. Chained up in metal collars and shackles, their clothes now rags, and the men were being used as footstools; The woman, if there were any, could not be seen; so whatever happened to them was undiscovered. The most obvious thing however was the controller of these slave marines, pirates.
"This… this is completely inequitable!" The green haired devil fruit user gasped in horror, Ikatsu just looked around seeing all pirates. Before the silver haired martial artist could act his childhood friend put a firm hand on his shoulder and shook his head, as if saying, 'Not here, not now.' Raging blue eyes met a calm, but very angry green, and Ikatsu relented, walking back to the ship in a huff.
The pirates from the bar strutted through the gates of the destroyed marine base, kicking some of the enslaved officers on their way to the doors. Upon entering the four of them came face to face with a big shadowy figure sitting on a makeshift throne of rumble. He is Captain James Cap, of the Capper pirates.
"Captain Cap, we got something you might wanna know…" the pirate foot soldier calmly said. Then another group of pirates came in screaming "Boss! We might have some trouble!"
"Eh?" the two groups looked at each other and began fighting over who got to tell Cap their news. After a full twenty minuets of watching the pathetic and pitiful bickering Captain Cap slammed his fist on the arm of the chair, instantly making the two groups cease their fighting.
"Report!" James bellowed, "NOW!"
"Y-YES SIR!" they replied all in sync, "WE HAVE INTRUDERS ON THE ISLAND, SIR!" they said, still in sync.
"What." James eyes narrowed.
Zane dodged another punch from Ikatsu by leaning to the left slightly.
"You're not using haki, bro." the green haired pirate pointed out.
"Shut up! I'm pissed!" charging once more, Ikatsu shifted his weight and flipped onto his hands, and launched himself into a nasty powerful kick. Zane sighed once more, taking a step to the right dodging the attack, making the martial artist get himself stuck in the mast. Squatting down, Zane sighed again and blankly stared at his shipwright.
"Are you ready to talk?" he asked looking into his haired shrouded eyes. Finally removing his foot from the mast, Ikatsu lifted his head to show he was shedding tears. Zane pulled him into a brotherly hug, and patted his head as his sworn brother cried for the slaves.
"That was inhumane! It really was! We need to do something, please!" the martial artist sobbed, gripping –and breaking- some of the wooden boards.
"I know, I know, we will, I have a plan…" the captain soothed, standing up as he glared at the Marine base in the distance. He went into his quarters, and came out with a giant sword in hand. Ikatsu immediately sobered up and pulled two identical black gloves with sea blue stones on the knuckles from his pockets, and donned them with a serious –and still teary eyed- expression.
"What's the plan?"
"We leave at sunset, we attack the base at night, I'll tell ya the rest on the way."
It was sunset, and people could feel tension in the air that made you want to crawl in bed, pee your pants, and made you scared to turn off the lights. In one part of the island a lone man was walking to end a tyranny, in another two vigilante prepared to fight for the freedom of others, and in the middle was a Slave driver who wanted to rule with an iron fist and would do anything to protect his lifestyle. A battle was coming soon, and everyone could feel it.
okay, well please R&R! i would also like to thank again the people on deviantART who gave me my crew, you guys are totally awesome!
Thunder Tyrant 77 out, PEACE!