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Day 2

Heh, guess I will write Day 2 after all, although it's been two weeks since my first entry.

During that time I had my first battle as a Nautica Pirate. We were attacked by two marine battleships both headed by a Commodore each. The marines themselves were pretty weak as they couldn't do squat against me. One of the Commodores challenged Captain Jones, but Captain just sent him flying overboard before he could even finish his rant. The funny thing was, captain fell asleep right after that even with the second Commodore charging him. First mate Roy sent him flying overboard.

We got some good stuff from the ships. I found a nice sword and as the ship rule goes: you keep whatever weapons and artefacts you find. Only gold and money are to be distributed by the Captain.

Turns out the ships had some good booze and good food on them as well. We had a feast that night and I chugged down an entire barrel of rum. Roy told me I shouldn't drink so much in case the marines show up and I'm too drunk to fight. I just laughed at him and said that the marines were so weak that I could take them on with a hangover.

Roy sent me flying across the deck for that. I couldn't believe it, he was barely taller than my waist, but he sent me flying with just a punch! And it hurt like hell.

This was what he said: "Don't get cocky, punk! We're in East Blue, the weakest of the four seas! Only the small fries patrol these waters! We're headed for the Grand Line, where the big boys play! You've never been there, so you have no idea how strong the enemies are over there! You won't survive with that cocky attitude!"

I was pissed and drunk enough to try and take on the first mate, but the Captain himself stopped me. Literally stopped me.

Of all the people on the ship, only Captain Jones was taller than me, though there were others who were pretty close to my size. But I've beaten people twice my size before, so it shocked me that the Captain stopped me using the strength of just two fingers.

Just two fingers and I couldn't move an inch.

Captain said to me: "Calm down, pup. Don't mess with someone who's been to the Grand Line three times and lived to tell the tale. He knows what he's talking about."

Then he turned to Roy and said to him: "But don't look down on the enemies in the weaker seas, either. You never know, the ones from the weakest places may be the one capable of defeating the strongest."

He walked off and went to drink some wine on the prow.

I apologised to Roy after that. I was glad when he just laughed it off but then annoyed when he put me on watch duty for the night and cleaning for the next day.

I think I should try to describe first mate Roy. I mentioned before that he was only slightly taller than my waist, but he is strong. I wouldn't pick a fight with him unless I'm drunk, which I nearly did. He also has a bounty on his head, twenty-eight million berri, I think. He lost his right eye in combat and wears a patch over it. His personality is also the opposite of the Captain's. Captain Jones is always calm, so calm that he never seems to worry about anything. Roy, on the other hand, seems to worry about everything. He worries about money, he worries about ship cleanliness, he worries about crew health, he worries about food supplies and he worries about us. The one thing he doesn't seem to worry about is battle. He just loves it. He fights with a bisento and he's damn good with it too.

He also likes to pinch my moustache when bossing me around and kicks me around on deck, just 'cause he can. In retaliation, I could only the one thing that annoys him: rats. I don't know why, but for someone who's strong, he freaks out around rats so much that he winds up kicking a whole in the ship. So whenever he annoys me with more menial labour, I annoy him with rats. He finally found out yesterday that I was the one behind it and sent me flying overboard, but it was worth it.

Speaking of which, I hid some on his bunk earlier and I think he's found them 'cause I can hear him shrieking right now.

Now I can hear him screaming for me.

I gotta run, I'll write next time if I survive the trashing Roy gives me.

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