Spoilers for 1079 will be at the end!

Agreeing to Be A Pirate:

Jam sighed, working diligently at assembling a new dehydrator, a machine she used most often for her experiments. Marine bases served as a plethora of valuable resources. Plenty of weapons, appliances, and medical equipment could easily be repurposed for her needs, most things serving as part donators.

After she left that redheaded brute, Professor Inator had gone to retrieve the bodies she left behind. She got another seven crystals for a total of fifteen. I guess even the fodder in the New World is tougher.

She found the data room easily enough and it's not like it was particularly hard to kick the doors in. So many pirates got into bases and so few were smart enough to make use of the governments many available resources. Dumbasses.

The room was filled with books and file cabinets as far as the eye could see. This was a restocking base making it brimming with supplies, but sadly lacking in any important information. So not a base they conduct experiments at. And I was so hopeful with this being a secluded island and having a larger base than necessary. Fuck titties.

But there had been a few nice surprises. The tiny woman had been grateful to find the items necessary to repair her goggles, cursing Captain Twat-tard the entire time she fixed them. He seemed the impatient type, I bet Beli I see him soon. Ooh a proper area to store chemicals and other evil things! she squealed internally, dreaming of a laboratory.

Accessing the pirate database the marine's kept, she thumbed though to check the entirety of the Kid Pirates dossier. She had skimmed the members of Worst Generation files before, to know them at a surface level in case she ran into them. Eating some sandwiches she swiped from the mess hall, Jam sat down and read all about their exploits in detail. Somebody's been a naughty boy, just look at this rap sheet. He's a right and proper pirate alright. Guess we won't have any hang-ups about my methods. Good good, this I can work with.

And the crew...plenty of heavy hitters. I bet people run from the sight of these bastards. Unlike how they treat my short ass like I'm no threat at all. Well it does make it easy to sneak in bases. Still what kind of mad scientist can't inspire fear? Its not fair. Lucky tall ass clown, aren't you Kid? He even looks menacing, she thought with an angry pout.

Oh my god, she pulled up a previous wanted poster. Him and the masked fluff head were so scrawny in comparison to what they are now. God if I thought he was pale now, he looked like a vampire before. Those tacky gold spikes on that coat. And those gaudy ugly bracelets. He looks like Count Pimp. All he needs is a cane. What a goofball! Oh Killer polka dots on a pirate with a popped collar. Are his pants ass-less fringed chaps? She was dying, uncontrollable laughter making her tear up.

She went further back and discovered he stated his journey at age seventeen. Oh if she thought the last picture was bad. She spent quite some time laughing.

It seems he began his Pirate career in South Blue with Killer, Heat, and Wire. You can still see the baby fat on these boys. Eccentric styles seem to be their thing. A surprising number of woman; good he's no sexist and I won't be the only one on board. That'd be weird. An hour later, she finished her task and had memorized the names and faces of all the crew. Stretching she decided to go looting for the things a pirate may like.

Going from room to room she found wall safes and secret stashes, swiping anything of value. Treasure was her main concern, things could get expensive, but she also took any equipment she could repurpose, any liquor she came across, weapons, and general supplies. It took most of the day to situate all the good stuff on the first floor in a room by the hole she tore in the building. Might as well take everything before I destroy this place. Plus I bet it would make that tulip-head happy. It's been so long since I've done this people thing...oh well who doesn't like free shit?

Soon the sun was setting and hunger crept in. "Feh, I'll have to cook. I hate cooking," she grumbled, heading to the kitchen to prepare her own dinner. I should just make a bunch so I don't have to fuck with this tomorrow. Dinner was a silent affair as she munched and drew her dream lab, wondering how accommodating she could get that oaf to be. One of my more destructive inventions ought to get him excited enough to get me what I want.

Working into the wee hours of the morning dissembling things for parts and separating them by type. I'll have to make a trip to the forest soon. Need to dehydrate some plants for medicine and chemical compounds. There was a basic setup in their infirmary for pharmaceutical construction. I could use it to distill the powered plants and hopefully refine them. I'm going to require a more advanced arrangement to get the purity levels I want, but for now, this shitty apparatus will have to do.

It was getting late; the clock read 3:36 a.m. Guess I should sleep and start up in the morning. She found a bedroom and made herself comfy after taking a quick rinse off. Being exhausted was really the only way her mind shut off enough to pass out.

Kid and Killer made it to the base fairly quickly, at half past ten. Luckily Jam had woken up about an hour prior and was getting ready to leave, a few large satchels draped over her arms. Just as she was exiting her makeshift bedroom, the two came barreling down the hall.

She smiled under her collar, fully dressed in her lab coat. Back so soon? I knew you were impatient as hell. "Good morning," she chirped, looking up at the two tall men.

A pale arm shoved a newspaper to her face with glee, "A potato-gremlin? This you?"

Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "I ain't no damn gremlin." she barked, scanning the article, remembering the ship from two months back. "Yeah this is my handiwork. I knew I should've sank that merchant ship," she muttered, glad they didn't get a photo.

"We have questions. Lots of questions," Killer said ominously, his arms crossed over his massive chest.

She had expected this. Turning around, the small woman headed into her make shift lab and sat in the desk chair by the large bookcase. Her two guests choose to stand, towering over her, even though there were other chairs available. Are they seriously trying to intimidate me with their size? Idiots.

The scientist leaned forward, her hands meshed together out in front of her, "Well?" she drawled.

Kid smirked, curious about her exploits. "Why is there no bounty?"

Jam giggled, "Ah, because the navy didn't give its permission for this article. Big News Morgan did. The government doesn't want to be seen as incompetent and not knowing who is behind a string of losses isn't something they're going to make public willingly. So no bounty," she replied, bouncing her feet, pleased with herself.

The duo exchanged glances, intrigued. "No bodies, no bounty," Kid recalled. "Why wouldn't you want a bounty?" I love when mine goes up.

"Well the Government has a research division called The Special Science Group or SSG for short. It's lead by Dr. Vegapunk and made up of over a hundred scientists in all fields of study. See if you're a scientist they take you there. Sure they make it seem like a deal. Safety, grant money, housing, access to their library, but you're a prisoner and the tech you construct is used for two principal demands: weapons for the government and catering to the demands of the filthy rich. It's barf worthy. So the less they know of me, the better," she concluded with a frown. The fuck if I'm making toys for spoiled rich assholes ever again.

"But by joining a pirate group aren't you going to attract attention?" the masked soldier spoke up.

A gloved hand waved dismissively. "Naw. It's not like I'm going to advertise I'm a scientist and no one would find it credible that a scientist is traveling aboard a pirate ship. And being small they'll credit most of my feats to other members."

Kid nodded his head, moving on. "The jelly monster. Just what the fuck are you?" he asked rudely. Killer had to refrain from sighing.

Brown eyes narrowed behind purple goggles, "I'm human if that's what you're asking," she snapped before continuing, "I've modified my body to turn into that when necessary. The cell structure breaks down and leaves me an amorphous blob. It makes me impervious to most forms of attack and able to control my shape at will. I sometimes use it play dead when I get in over my head," she explained, leaning back in the chair.

Blonde hair swayed, looking her over, "Play dead?"

"I pretend they killed me by splattering, and then wait till they leave to reform. I did it to you guys till I figured out the best course of action," Jam said, deciding to leave out how much it tires her out to do so.

"How did you just get bigger? You can't just increase mass like that," Kid said, getting comfortable and leaning on the desk.

Ah so you understand some scientific laws then. Good, I'm not calling some idiot captain. "I absorbed the snow. It was all water weight. Still it does make me stronger and it scares people shitless," Professor Inator snickered.

"So it's not a devil fruit?" the first mate questioned, wanting to know if he had another hammer to watch out for.

The scientist shook her head. "No, I can still swim. All my abilities result from my scientific prowess," she explained. I love swimming too much to give it up.

"Those Seastone knuckles, why are they blue?" The muscular man asked, curious what they were comprised of.

The short woman perked up, leaning forward. "They aren't regular Seastone. Items made of Seastone have a purity level. The higher it is, the stronger the effect on a devil fruit user. I purified it over and over and added crushed blue pearls to the mixture. I found that blue pearls mimic the seas power and it made them pretty. That dull grey was hideous," she complained, crossing her arms.

Kid snorted in disbelief. Fucking woman wanting a pretty weapon.

"Hey with the added color, opponents don't know they're made of Seastone till it's too late," she defended.

Killer decided to change topics, preventing any unnecessary fighting, "The shit you doused those bodies with. What is it? And what are those crystals for?"

Brown eyes sparkled behind her goggles. "The liquification mixture melts organic mass down to its base components. You know how oil is made right? From the decomposed bodies of plants and animals? Technically any organic mass can be processed into fuel if the conditions are right. The sludge could be refined to oil but carrying all that liquid is annoying so I found a way to crystallize it. The gloves I wear have these little dials on them. Using a combination of my gravity modifier and high heat ray, I can compress the mass down and solidify it. The resulting crystals are bio-fuel. Energy is a precious resource. It's why lots of scientist have trouble funding their experiments," the woman disclosed, proud of one her best inventions to date.

"So you could power an engine with one?" Kid lit up, thinking of the things he'd be capable of. An alternative power source? Fuck, she's in, he thought glancing at Killer. With his eyes, he silently let his partner know, We're keeping the midget.

"Yeah. It's what I use to power my inventions. I'll have to add a modified power adaptor to your mainframe power reservoir before it's good to go," the short woman replied.

Kid slapped his knee. "I knew I felt power radiating off of 'em," said the redhead, proud of his deducting skills. "You weren't here when we landed. I would have sensed you. How the fuck did you get to this island?"

Professor Inator stretched, cracking her back, "I was stowed away on the marine ship that pulled in a few hours prior to our meeting. When they got close to the island, I jumped, swam, and lied in wait. I still need to loot that thing by the way."

Killer moved closer, leaning in. "How is it the marines don't know your identity?" She's been operating for years if my calculations are correct.

"You see any den-den mushi cameras?" she asked, tapping her finger on the desk.

"No," replied the tall man, realizing he hadn't seen a one.

"I release an aerolized salt mixture that has them running for hills before I make my appearance. That way the government doesn't know what I look like," Jam sneered.

Electric blue eyes widened at the potential of such a compound. "And after that? How did you avoid detection from all the marines?"

The triangle hood shook. "I don't. You'd be surprised how easily I slip into a base. No one really questions someone with a lab coat. I literally walk right in the front door. My size is deceptive; people never think I can't hurt them. They let their guard down and I just fuck 'em up," she palmed her fist. "Hell most cameras are angled to catch people's faces and the image they get doesn't include someone of my stature. Nobody assumes I'm capable of anything. It's insulting as fuck, but it does make my job easier. Just have to leave no survivors," she said, venom leaking into her voice.

"Why break into bases in the first place?" Killer pressed, wondering what could be of value here.

"I'm looking for information and secret labs to raid. This place was unfortunately a simple supple hub," she bemoaned dramatically.

"What kind of information?" The masked man said, his curiosity peaked.

"Research findings mainly. Historical documents. Reports detailing the movements of the marines. This place isn't much, just the usual fanfare," the lady whined, disappointed. A purple glove pointed to the large desk to the right of her. "In those cabinets behind that desk, you can pull up any pirate or criminal file. There's a report of all deployed marine vessels in the area on the big desk, current as of yesterday, a database of den-den mushi numbers, that kind of shit," Jam divulged, bored at her meager findings.

"Can I see?" Killer asked thrilled.

The woman scoffed. "You don't need my permission blondie. Knock yourself out," she said.

Killer strode over to the main desk and began reading in earnest. This is amazing. Current reports straight from the horse's mouth. As usual Kid's instincts paid off. How he spots talent is a mystery. He sat down on the large swivel chair, and got straight to business, finding a blank sheet of paper and a pen.

Kid rolled his eyes, knowing his right hand man was now in heaven. Well one of us has to do that kind of thing and I ain't doing it. Back to the interrogation... "When we were fighting, I felt like you should have succumbed to my blows quicker. What gives?"

The young woman lit up, proud of this particular invention. "Oh my coat acts as specialized armor. It reduces damage received by forty-two percent and is flame proof incase an experiment goes awry. I store my noxious gases in specialized vials in my sleeves, hooking them up to my gloves with small tubes. The roomy pockets are great for holding onto medical supplies-" she was interrupted by a loud shout and a finger pointed in her face.

"Ah-ha I knew you cheated. My attacks are nothing to scoff at!" the large man yelled excitedly. This sneaky cunt, making me think my hits were shit. Fights dirty she does.

She put her hand to chest, offended greatly. "It's not cheating. I created it with my own hands. All you did was stuff your fat mouth with a nasty fruit!" Cheated? This cocksucker.

Lips pursed in anger. "Eh? You damn rude ass shorty. I'm your Captain! Captain! No sass!" he yelled bending down to put his face in her face. This mouthy shithead!

The small woman snarled, standing up quickly, her chair vaulting backwards. "You haven't said I was joining. I'm not calling you captain till then you pompous ass!" she yelled.

Amber eyes narrowed dangerously, glittering with rage. "You little shit. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't offering you a spot!"

The woman smirked, her anger deflating, "So I was right. Now ask nicely," she sang smugly.

Golden eyes twitched in irritation. "Listen pipsqueak, I'll drag you to my ship if I have to," he threatened, a sinister grin overtaking his face. She'd be like a sack of potatoes, he thought chuckling in his mind.

Her eyes bulged out of her head. "You really are a damn barbarian? I'd like to see you try, jackass," she hissed.

Killer sighed, rubbing at his head, a headache threatening to take hold. "Now, now. What Kid means to say is you are invited to be a member and he has already begun constructing your lab. She's as volatile as he is.

"Really?" she squealed, jumping up. Kid blushed, glaring at his first mate for ratting him out. "Aw but you didn't see my blueprints!"

"I ain't no idiot. I know what a lab needs," the pale man grumbled.

Jam pulled a piece of paper our of her coat pocket and handed it to Kid. "This is what I'd like."

He snatched it, The audacity on this little bitch. The drawing was rough, but it had the base lines. "Feh, my design is better," he said, stealing Killer's pen, much to the latter's protest and began to draw what he envisioned on the back of her blueprints. After a few minutes he handed his layout plan over to Jam, tossing the pen back to his buddy. "This is a lab woman!" he slammed his fist down on the desk, making it rattle.

Under her collar, Jam bit her bottom lip. Fucking engineer, his design is nicer and has tons of storage space. She looked up to see the smug grin adorning his face. It pissed her off but the promise of a lab was too good to fight over. She grabbed his metal arm and pulled him roughly to the door. "Come with me then," she sighed. Damn conceited turd.

He snatched his hand away. "I don't need you to hold my hand," he shouted, hearing Killer's quiet chuckle.

The short woman rolled her eyes, "Temperamental ass-hat."

"What was that?" he growled.

"Nothing," she teased, leading him to a room next to the base's destroyed outer wall. It was brimming with treasure. "Here you can have all this. I've gathered everything of value in this cesspool. Consider it a gift for the lab. There's a box in the corner a few things I want put in the lab, but the rest is yours," Professor Inator said, her arms making a high sweeping gesture.

Kid was floored. This shrimp had the biggest balls he had ever seen. Several times his crew had gotten tangled up with the navy and not once did he think of robbing them. This bitch is crazy crazy. He could see lots of treasure. Probably stuff they took from other pirates. Booze, weapons, ammo, wires, electrical parts, supplies, the works. The Beli he'd save if they did this often would give him enough to establish a base like he wanted. He accidently tuned out the blabbering gremlin as he began plotting.

"Still got to clean out the kitchen and dissemble a few more things before I blow this place sky high and dance. Oh and if you need metal for anything there's lots in the foundation and shit," she said, her captain finally snapping back to reality.

"Huh? Dance?" he asked confused.

She waved her arm. "It's completely unscientific, but its tradition where I'm from. For three, as in three days, three minutes, or three songs you dance over the corpses of your enemies to prevent them from finding any peace in this life, the afterlife, and their next life. I know it's ridiculous, but it's always brought me unmitigated joy. And while there's no corpses left, the sentiment is there," Jam defended.

Stretching, she decided she needed to get a move on. "Alright I'll be back later. I was actually heading out to gather some raw materials for processing. Kinda running low on chemicals. I will join your ship tomorrow after taking care of some errands. Bye-bye," she chirped, walking away, hopping over the broken down wall in the direction of the forest.

Kid just stood there, feeling out of place for a second. She jumps from one thing to the next. Hyperactive nut-job. Dancing over metaphorical bodies? Where the fuck is she from? He howled with laughter, picturing a dancing potato. He sighed after the laughter subsided, wondering what to do next. Killer was too engrossed for much of anything. He could feel the presence of his crew nearby. It hadn't even been long. Those idiots got antsy.

He jumped over a broken wall and signaled for his namaka to come over. Placing his hands across his broad chest he said, "We have a new member. She's officially joining tomorrow after she wraps up some loose ends."

His crew nodded, having already expected this outcome. "That was fast. How did she win over Killer?" Papas asked.

"He's nerding out in an information room reading and shit. Now the good professor was kind enough to gather up some loot for us. Loot graciously donated by the marines," he gloated, a nasty grin overtaking his features. He led them to the treasure room. "Take all this shit back to the ship and put it away. Cooking squad start on lunch without Killer, he's busy," the tall man ordered, his subordinates hopping into action with a chorus of "Yes Boss!"

Heat, Wire and Emma stayed, wanting more from their leader. "Apparently she gets pissy about being a midget and holding shit outta her reach," he grumbled when the others had left.

Emma smirked, "It was a dick move boss." Dive's the same way. Little Napoleon complex.

The tall man rolled his eyes. "I don't think there was any way we weren't going to fight. She's a trash talking gremlin. But hell, the fight is what convinced her to join."

"She admitted to being the potato-gremlin?" Wire asked, grinning.

Kid chuckled darkly. "Aye, she did. Was angry at the article for the description," he said, eyes alight with mirth.

"You don't think she'd betray us," Heat asked, concerned.

A frown marred his expressive face. "She hates traitors the same way I do. But if she tries anything, the ship is a literal weapon to me and now that I know to avoid that gas of hers, we'd be fine," he dismissed his namaka's concerns.

"So the loot?" wondered Emma, thinking of taking her little waitress friend out later with the extra funds.

"She robs the marines' blind. That's how she funds her research," a sinister smile spread across his face.

"Those are some big brass balls she's got boss," Emma whistled appreciatively.

The captain snickered, "Thought so too. Woman's an absolute trip."

"An actual scientist. Did she answer your questions Master Kid?" wondered Heat.

"Yeah. Mostly. She left to forage for raw materials."

"Gathering herbs like Quincy and Pomp and do?" Wire asked, to which Kid nodded.

"It's too wet to dry and prep them here. She'll have to wait till we set sail," Heat added.

"Keh, that's her problem. Let's go get lunch. Killer will be fine and I'll bring back something for him to eat," the captain led his crew back to the ship.

"This is a lot of stuff. See how much treasure she found. And booze!" Jaguar exclaimed happy with the haul. I'm getting trashed tonight!

"Treasure aide, all these bullets, swords, Seastone cuffs and chains are hella valuable," Bubblegum said, inspecting everything carefully. I'll have to redo my budget calculations, but fuck we will definitely have enough for me to spoil myself as a treat for this extra work. Go gremlin go.

"Yeah I won't need to buy bandages and basic supplies for awhile," Quincy said, handing a box of supplies to Pomp.

Dive grinned wildly, "She even got wires and those components boss uses. And giving Killer access to intelligence reports? Woman hit the jackpot."

A lip was sucked in as a soft voice groused out, "I don't like bribes. Feels fake you know?" Hop insisted, worried of the scientist's motives.

"I don't know if it's like that. Seems practical to take it. This islands small and all she did was pile it up for us," determined Boogie.

Reck sighed, "We were all new once. I don't like harassing newbie's and honest she'd probably kick your ass for trying. We saw how tuff she is, and the bitch has been sailing alone. That's insane," said the navigator, thinking of how difficult that would be. All that damn work…gross, he shuddered.

"Yeah but trusting a scientist? Ugh, they're sneaky," Gig responded, agreeing with Hop. How do we know she's not up to something?

"Why would anyone want to join a crew just to betray them? She could have just killed everyone and been done with it," Mosh pointed out.

"Enough speculating. Captains' never steered us wrong before. End of discussion," UK barked, sick of this every time someone new came aboard. Same shit, different day. Gonna swipe some of that good liquor before these idiots give me a headache.

Heads nodded in affirmation as the crew got back to work putting away their free supplies.

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Kid's crew seems really down for him. I think that's cool. Sure they will be cautious at first, however their conviction in their leader's plans is what cements their overall behavior. Killer may be the voice of reason, but at the end of the day he adores Kid and trusts his judgment. He may be more restrained than Kid but birds of a feather flock together.

Kid is noted to be a lover of weapons so a scientist who builds them would definitely appeal to him. He also likes how violent she is. I believe that like Luffy, once he sets his mind on getting someone to join, he stays on that stubborn path, adding whoever he wants, I mean 31 total crew members. I'm trying to keep him believable but it's difficult. Kid is not good with feelings so admitting anything aloud is a no go. Over-analyzing and twisting everything in a negative light seems far more realistic.

This will be a slow story ripe with details. It's just the way I write. I also do tons of dialogue, like a playwright. Tis my preference. Like a comic/manga writer I adore thought bubbles or in this case thoughts in italics. I get very bored at work and sneak away to make chapter outlines. Comments would be nice; it helps my work get noticed.

Also 1079 spoilers:

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NOoooooooooooooooooooo!

You know what happened. I'm not repeating that awful drivel as it makes all the more real. These wouldn't be the first fictional men and women I cry over. Went and got a good bottle of sugarcane rum for this shit. I'll be singing sad angry songs till I pass out.

I believe Oda's trying to show us what hubris and cruelty leads to. He's punishing Captain Kid for being the violent version of Luffy. But they're pirates and the world they live in cannot be held to the same standards we have. There have been tons of villains who made it our alive after committing atrocities of the highest caliber. The slave auctioneer Disco? Crocodile? Enel? Barto has high civilian casualties too. Caribou is known for burying people alive was going to sell mermaids to the slavers. Fuck Capone Gang Bege has one hell of a record…he's 42 and been in crime practically his whole life and he gets a wife and kid and to live happily ever after? Like no bro this is twisted.

Kid has suffered heavily. Don't know exactly who did it but someone carves Kid's body up; those scars aren't cuts, they are lacerations. He's more battle scarred then pirates double his age. He's only 23 for fuck's sake. He loses an arm. Do you know how traumatic that truly is and the sheer force required to do so? He makes an alliance and gets betrayed and fights alongside Killer against Kaido till he can no longer move. Then his best friend eats a Smile for his sake and can't emote properly. His crew was tortured while he rotted in jail and Killer literally lost his sense of self for awhile after consuming the defective devil fruit. They get water tortured right after they reunite. He cries out for his people only to have them obliterated later? Hawkins plays a dirty trick and Killer prepares to sacrifice himself in exchange for Kid's life while laughing uncontrollably at the pain? The mental anguish. And destroying the ship that represents his first love. Cruel beyond words. They survive Kaido and Big Mom for this? And the worse injustice committed? Taking away his and Killer's fucking necks!

What even was the point of his interactions with Luffy and co? The way they goofed around in prison was hilarious. Luffy's crew stops his stupid; Kid jumps right in. The hippo fight and acting like they have no idea what happened when he's defeated to the cheers of the other prisoners. When they overeat and blow up. When they fight over who can do the most work. Peak comedy. It had the feel of early One Piece with the silliness and was wonderful while it lasted. I really enjoyed the interactions between the three Supernova captains. They have not one brain cell between the three of them. Calling each other scrubs…hehehe. I died when they jumped the waterfall together like lunatics. I hate when the main character finally achieves their goal with no rival anywhere near their strength level at the end. I wanted him to have Law and Kid to hang with later in life when the older generation is gone.

Some people say Kid deserves to go out because of his violence. But he was raised in violence. Look at the picture of child Kid with his torn up clothes. This child was not well cared for at all. And I willing to bet regular folks, aka civilians, treated him like a street urchin, with distain. A child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. That's why he doesn't care who he kills-if it's an obstacle it's going down, that's all he knows. He only trusts his people. But Shanks is the same. He protects his friends but he doesn't go out of his way to help everyone. With his strength he could have freed the people of Wano easily, gotten the poneglyph ages ago, so why didn't he? The emperors are an obstacle to the new generation. Speaking of that, what's was with the "Are you really afraid of the new gen" and then destroying Kid? No this is bullshit.

I'm not going to lie, I've dislike Shanks since chapter one. What kind of irresponsible asshat let's a child get hold of a devil fruit? It wasn't even in a locked chest but its super valuable? The weird meeting with the five elders unnerved me greatly. Something's off about him.

The ultimatum presented wasn't a benevolent offer. Shanks demanded the poneglyph rubbings and told them to scram. Straight up robbing Kid. Giving those up is the equivalent of giving up their dream. And what's to say the Kid Pirates didn't need to land after being out at sea. Kind of dooming a pirate not allowing them to dock. So please stop acting as if Shanks is kind because he wanted to make sure they were all healed after Wano. Oda did that to show off Shank's power.

Furthermore he attacks Kid on the basis of his future sight which can change and is not 100% accurate. He attacked him because of the damage he could cause, not necessarily what he would cause or did cause. A marked difference. He could have talked to him, blocked his attack, or knocked him out. Shanks played judge, jury, and executioner. Kid and Killer were bleeding heavily, so badly that the other subordinates were cowed into immediate surrender.

We have inferred that it was most likely Ben Beckman who took Kid's arm. He didn't go looking for Shanks- he unluckily pulled up on them. And viewing them in the lens of an enemy, cause how are they not, of course he's going to fight. Shanks Commanders shouted to Kid that they wouldn't let him touch their boss and insult him. No shit he was going to use his biggest attack against an emperor and whoever sided with that emperor. He has no reason to believe that the Redhairs are honest and that they would hold up their end of the deal if they gave them the etchings and left-there's no trust between these two and Kid has been betrayed before, making him unlikely to trust anyone, much less Captain of the fucker who took his left arm. He has to fight.

This chapter felt like poor writing, because after all the hype to just one shot Luffy's supposed biggest rival from his own generation, was Criminal. The power scaling feels uneven as hell. And when they gave up and thought they were safe, having those giants take them out served no purpose to progressing the storyline. If the three identical bounties were to show that the three rookies' were equal then Kid's loss translated to Luffy losing if he were in that position. There was no further need to destroy them. Some have likened the scenario to you live by the sword you die by the sword and true that (you point a gun be prepared to get shot), but what the fuck would you do surrounded by so many enemies basically forcing you give up on your dreams?

They may still be alive, but the way the narrator said they were exterminated makes me nervous. I'm hoping against all odds it's like a Sabaody thing which was what the narrator did with the Strawhats. I want a revenge arc. Also Kid's flower resemblance is the tulip, whose meaning encompasses both true love and rebirth. Oda said he had plans for Kid, I'm hoping a one-shot death to hype up Shanks wasn't the entirety of those plans.

And if you say Kid's crime was overconfidence... have you met Luffy? Even Nami wouldn't lie and say her captain won't be pirate king to save her ass from the Dino girl.

But the absolute worse: how many people do not like him. The vitriol spewed is crazy. Like people hate Eustass Kid. The memes and TikToks are brutal. Useless Captain Mid…ugh. They are even mean to Law, saying he's dead. Do we not read the same manga? How do they hate these two? Their crime of dreaming and not being the MC?

The design for the crew and ship was cool. You don't get these types of characters often. This is tragic. I'm going to go drink to my delusions. Denial is a river and I love to swim. Or perhaps I'll pull a Zoro and control alt delete chapter 1079 from my brain.