Kuro was bitter. He'd had a particularly quiet week, and that wasn't like him at all. Although he detested the 'rowdy pirate' stereotype, he himself hadn't shed blood in what seamt like ages. Sure, they'd encountered a few marines here and there, but it was never enough. He wanted to come up with a scheme; something that would fool even the most brilliant of thinkers. Something that would propel him into the halls of pirate fame.
A news coo flew over him in a gust, dropping a package into his lap. He was looking over the headline, and then, it came to him. A plan so complex, so intricate that not even the famed Benn Beckman could have come up with it.
"Set off for Syrup Village!" boomed Kuro, throwing his cape over his shoulder and setting off to the front of the boat.
'Miss Kaya, huh? Well this is gonna be one hell of a ride, that's for sure.'
A.N.: I somewhat hate this character. He's so shallow behind those deep plans of his. Oh well. I promised drabbles with this fic, and I might as well deliver them, right? Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated! See you tomorrow for Kalifa!