Fandom One Piece! The Untold Tales.

Captains Log: 07/22

En route to White Steppes, weather is brutal. Thirty foot swells batter the ship. One of the men was lost to the sea, a terrible way to die for any marine. May he rest peacefully.

The prisoners are shouting from below, I can hear them through the crashing waves, they bluster but it's fear. I can tell. They scream "Let us out" as if we'd let them go to escape the ship's fate. I can't blame them for worrying, the ship is creaking violently now. The stress of the storm is pressing the Gale to her limit. Ironic.

It's like something from the New World, in the West Blue of all places. Should we fall here at least the scum below will die with us.

I....

Last log written by Captain M. Teague, commander of the Stromgale, a transport destined for White Steppes Prison.

Time: Several hours after the destruction of the Stromgale.

Location: Anvil Island (North Shore). Located on the North Shore is Plank Town, a rough harbor city nicknamed the "Gateway of the West" for its pirate culture, supply shops and proximity to reverse mountain. How such a place is allowed to exist is unknown to us, for now. Along the waterside float numerous pirate ships, each flying a unique Jolly Roger.


"Hey! HEY! There's people washing up on the beach!" a portly old man yells out, running through the central boardwalk of Plank Town with a flushed red face, his sweat dripping in the summer heat as he struggles to get the words out.

"Maybe a shipwrecked crew!" he yells on, looking around at uncaring passer-bys with wide eyes (for some reason) surprised that no one offers aid immediately.

"Shut it old man, you're ruining my beer" a cocky voice comes from under an awning, joined by many others echoing the same thing. That pirates of plank town care little for the plight of others, especially other pirates if that be the case.

"Eh-em!" clears the man, carrying on into "This unforgivable generation! To leave shipwrecked people without aid" as men of the sea yourselves!!!" drawing unconcerned rabbling laughter from the pirates calling Plank home, with one going so far as to toss three thousand Beris (about $30 USD) onto the boardwalk for the "Entertainment", adding some insults comparing the man to a red faced pig and a few oinks for good measure.

Despite the disrespect though, some do come forward at the elder's behest. Not the callous pirates of Plank no, but locals. Interested business owners, employees and settlers, little rowdy kids and chasing parents all curious to see what'd floated up to their humble shore, and to see if the event spelled trouble for the beleaguered townsfolk. They were armed too, ready if the latter were the case.


On the shore, prisoners wash onto the Rocky ground. Some are dead, some unconscious, others still rest exhausted on driftwood and broken ship turned raft in a time of need. Those with fruit powers, if lucky enough to have a raft/friend to carry them, still wear their sea stone shackles as they stumble onto the beach, exhausted.

Lucky for those wearing shackles, a jailer too washes ashore. On his unconscious body a ring of keys is found and passed from prisoner to prisoner, unlocking the criminals who bask in their good fortune.

"HELLOOOOOO!!!" comes a yell, far off and echoing from the town's edge, gaining the prisoner's attention (well most of them anyway).

"WELCOOOOOOOOOME TOOOOOOO...."

(Bending over mid run and panting for a second)

"ANVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL"

(Stops again and breaths heavily)

"ISLAAAAAAAAAAAAND"

Finishes the round old man who continues his struggle run until coming to the band of criminals with his best impression of a smile, holding back his ragged breathing with a red face.

"He's pretending to not be out of breath isn't he?" comes a hushed voice from the crowd as the townsfolk fall in behind the old man, gathering around the escapees with weapons in hand.

"What? You looking for a fight huh?

"Yeah what's the deal?"

"Just give me a reason!"

"Back up!"

Some agitated men ring from the core of the shipwrecked group, bunching together in a defensive stance, ready to fight the growing mob of armed townsfolk that now outnumber the fourty two prisoners two to one. If they attacked it would be a tough out for some of the weaker criminals who were little more than average men with fights under the belt. Not the type to blow through a horde of rifle & blade armed townsfolk without issue. Their tension was palpable as the elder steps forward to the group, clearing his throat with an "Eh-em...."

"Welcome to Anvil Island!" he begins, adding another "Eh-em" at the end, de-arming much of the tension with the opening line, his eyes drifting to the slipped shackles dotting the beachfront.

"Pirates I see!" continues the man with a laugh.

"How lucky you are to wash up here of all places Eh-em. This my friends is a pirate friendly town and I am the spokesmen of the people, Sir William.... Eh-em.... Corvierre!" the man says with a rosy-cheeked smile, bowing to the hip.

"On my honor as a lodge owner... Eh-em.... and leader of this town, allow me the pleasure of hosting you all for a night so you may catch your breath after such a terrible incident" William continues with a trembling lower lip, holding back tears.

"OH"

"OH HOW TERRIBLE"

He shrieks in a high falsetto, spinning from the pirates to hide his tears.

"Just follow... Eh-em... Me and I'll take you to my lodge... The Elcano Spruce!!!" he concludes with a sniffle, brushing away tears to reveal...

"GOLDEN BERI SYMBOLS!" Yelled in a chorus by many prisoners who recoil in shock. Making matters more ridiculous, out of literally nowhere a peppy young and beautiful secretary appears with a stack of "IOU" papers for the coming night at the lodge, distributing them to the still shocked pirates who have nothing but the clothes they were captured in.


After walking through the boardwalk town with all (many hostile) eyes on them, the ex-prisoners come to the biggest lodge in the West Blue. A re-purposed galleon beached and turned business by William Corvierre many years ago.

Standing fourty feet high and many more across, the behemoth towers above the surrounding town. In its belly is a full stocked bar and restaurant, and as one ascends through floors there are other facilities, hotel rooms, and a deck-top (rooftop) bar that opens at night to serve hard drinks.

Walking into the restaurant, William looks over to the tenders with a raised brow and leaning over to them he whispers something about "Food & drinks on the house!" followed by something along the lines of "keep track of what's bought to rack a big tab for later" in a stroke of philanthropy! How quaint!

Walking out of the room, Will turns around and waves to the gang, happy to have fresh debtors in his place of business. Sure, some people would pass on it, but many wouldn't have the fortitude. Those who fell into his trap would be hit with huge debts that....

Wait what are you...

No I'm still narrating!

That's disgusting how are they eating so much!

Wait!

............



Plays on the piano as pirates, locals and drifters line dance with fresh drinks in hand. Others dig into large plates of food provided by the huge kitchen in the Spruce. All is well as the people mingle, getting to know one another for the first time!

Marlouxia had seen an island upon the horizon in her one person boat, smiling seeing the good news. She skipped to the front of her boat and opened up her umbrella, causing her and her boat to speed up towards Anvil island. As she drew closer, she felt her boat bump and then she felt her feet get wet "Oh dear that's not good." Marlouxia said to herself as she jumped onto the highest point of her ship and stood there on one foot, her ship starting to sink. As she reached port her boat was mostly underwater with her equal level to the port and as she cartwheeled onto the dock, the last of her boat went beneath the water "Thank you good friend for the help" She said before turning on her heel and walked away twirling her umbrella, whistling all the while

As she walked through the town, she checked how much she had on, putting her umbrella on her left arm and started counting how much she had "Hmm oh dear, if I can balance my Beri, I'll have money for four meals and two nights of a room, although I could forget the room and just sleep on the street" Marlouxia said to herself before her stomach started to grumble "Either way, food is a priority" She said before entering the very busy Elcanor Spruce. As she walked in she saw the restraunt filled with all sorts of pirates, she quietly moved through the crowd ignoring, the people whispering about her size both in height and how flat she was, comparing her to a chopping board which while she didn't get angry and yell at them for, she just rolled her eyes. Eventually she came up the owner "Hiya, hey so I'm hungry, so you give me food and I can either pay with Beri or with giving all your customers a pretty cool show and you'll only have to pay with food and somewhere to sleep" Marlouxia demanded in a serious tone continuing to ignore the pirates jeering at her

“Egads!” declared one of the men who came to witness the result of the travesty. While some people might’ve come to watch a shipwreck just to see a nice crash, or those that wanted to make a little profit from it, this man did not have any of those goals in mind. No, this man was a humanitarian. The nondescript looking man, sadly not all individuals had the good fortune of being distinct, walked towards the shore as many of the other prisoners and individuals were leaving. Here he spotted a small looking individual who was face down against the shore.

“An innocent child! There the-” began the man as he rolled Ray Spray onto his back and noticed the gas-mask washed up aside near some back-pack and other toys that must’ve belonged to this poor soul. His eyes widened as he saw the tattoos plastered upon this tiny man’s jaw, causing the man to collapse onto the sand as he began pounding the sand with his bare fist. Tears were rolling down his face as his teeth were gnashing together. “How...”

“...Who would do something so sinister to their own child!” The man slowly reached down to pick up and cradle the giant dwarf in his hands. “Don’t worry little one, I will take care of you.”

…

Ray Spray regained his consciousness as he found himself in a stranger’s house placed inside a baby jumper. He took stock of his surroundings briefly as he noticed his backpack hanging by the island-style counter top. Ray began leaning towards it as he was flung back towards the center.

”Damn.”

It appeared that one prison was exchanged for another. Now instead of that prison ship he was stuck in the house of someone else. Well the goal here was clear as he needed to collect his things, as it seemed that the man did bring them here, then find the route to escape. Well maybe not first without pilfering at least a few other things of value.

Ragnar Sōdodoragon killed a pirate trio he had been hunting before his unfortunate run in with the marine officer who abused his post in his hometown. Now that he had a bounty on his head there was no going back to the bounty hunter profession. Thankfully no one noticed his kills, however even if he had a bounty that didn't stop him from collecting other bounties. He quickly beheaded the pirates with bounties before dropping them off to get his pay. Once that was done he took up the fat man's offer. He ate and drank his fill, while it wasn't as good as his own cooking he was too hungry to care. He quickly paid for his meal with a portion of his recently acquired bounty money. Thankfully his wanted posters hadn't been sent out yet allowing him to do so without any issues. He soon got up to line dance with some of the pirates and townsfolk.
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Anemone "Snake Switch" Wick
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Location: The Elcano Spruce, Anvil island

Anna had been at Anvil Island for two days now, trying to figure out where to go next. The first thing she had done when arriving in town was buy some more paper, as she was running out. She had been sailing for some time now, and had made an impressive stack of maps so far. At least, she thought it was impressive. She didn't really have much to compare it with, but she was proud of it. Now, though, she was starting to run out of money. She had enough for one more night at William's hotel and two more meals, but then she'd need to get more. It was concerning, and she knew it was something that needed her attention, but for tonight she just wanted to have fun. And that was exactly what was happening. There was music, people were laughing and drinking, and there were people dancing. Anna watched it all with a smile as she sipped from a cup of juice.

Anna's eyes were pulled away from the dancing as the restaurant's owner walked in with a crowd of people, who all immediately started reaching for drinks and food. It was suddenly a lot busier, and to Anna that also meant more fun. Surely a big group of people such as this would be fun and join in the merry making! She quickly drained her cup before jumping to her feet. She had never danced before - at least not from what she could remember - but this was the perfect time to try it. She bounced over to the makeshift dance floor, mingling with the townsfolk and pirates. She mostly just watched the others and tried to do what they did, hoping it passed for dancing. It was actually really fun, and her smile grew as she moved with the others. She could see men taking women's hands and dancing together, and women grabbing men's arms and asking them to dance. She could even see women dancing with other women, and men with other men as they laughed. It seemed like fun, and as Anna looked around she noticed a silverhaired man. She quickly went towards him, sending him a big smile as she took his hand in both of hers. "Come on, dance with me!" She didn't wait for a reply, just started pulling him with her a little further on the dance floor. "I don't really know what I'm doing," she chuckled. "But it's all so much fun!"

Upon being grabbed he instinctively tried to grab his sword, but he wasn't able two as she had his hands grasped with her own. He was about to yank his hand away but he realized that it was just a pretty girl who wanted to dance with him so he quit resisting and instead took charge. She admitted to not knowing how to dance so he took it upon himself to try and show her how. While she wasn't as endowed as he liked but she had a cute face so he had fun while doing so. He spotted a scantly clad amazonian warrior --which was a real oddity in these parts-- which he wanted to dance with and perhaps woo her to join him for a night of merry making but he couldn't find a way to politely leave the cute girl before him so he stayed with her for a full round of dancing.
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Dancing with: Aroxus

Vicky

Vicky sat slouched with both arms extended outward onto the bar counter. She rested her elbows on the counter and her hand on her cheeks. Even sitting down she was still taller than most of the patrons that passed by her causing her to stick out like a sore thumb. The sound of party music being played on a piano mixed in with the sounds of jolly cheers and merry-making resonated behind her. In contrast, Vicky’s mood was anything but merry. She knew she had caught a lucky break with the prison shipwrecking as it did, but she wasn’t in the clear. Once news of the wreckage got back to the Marines they would certainly be hunting down the remnants of the escaped pirates. She knew it would be in her best interest to…

“Pardon me Ma'am but I couldn’t help but notice how gloomy you look. How about a drink on the house?”

Vicky looked up at the portly bartender wearing a floral shirt. In his handheld a martini glass filled with a candy blue liquid topped with a miniature umbrella. She didn’t usually drink. It dulled the senses, but tonight she was willing to make an exception.

“Vicky doesn't usually drink but if it’s free… Oh, why not!”

Her hand shot forward and retrieved the glass from the bartender. Without a second thought, she downed the contents of the glass. A moment passed. This was her first drink. It tasted better than Vicky imagined it would. Slowly her pale cheeks filled with color. The corners of her mouth twisted upward and her steely gaze relaxed.

The bartender looked slightly worried at this point and reached a hand forward towards Vicky, “Um… Ma’am, do you feel alright?”

Vicky’s slight smile had now become a toothy grin. She jumped up from her barstool with newfound vigor. “VICKY FEELS INCREDIBLE!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. Other patrons sitting at the bar looked up at the long-legged woman who was now doing a little jig to the tune of the Piano.

“Damn light-weights” the bartender sighs under his breath.

Rojos had the devils luck some would say, so when the ship broke into pieces en route he wasn't surprised or worried like many other prisoners. Instead of fear he'd shown blithering ignorance to the mortal danger faced, looking to Jasper with an excited smile as the two fell to the sea on the section of ripped-asunder hull at their backs behind bars. It was a miracle they'd experienced a super storm to begin with, such a thing was unheard of in a blue where maelstrom gales, high winds and thrashing rain with fourty foot swells were but nighttime stories. For th to survive it was even more preposterous, and for it to happen where it did, bringing them to Anvil Island? It was like destiny herself had pulled them here.

It had to be. Everything was too perfect to place organically, from the premise to the town they partied in. Because this wasn't any old town, this was Plank Town. A once lawful place turned sour over the past two years, overrun with pirate hordes passing through. With some setting shop even, completely unchecked despite a local marine outpost.

It was a dangerous town filled with rogues, cutthroats and wannabes looking to make a name. The perfect place for Jack and Jasper to find crewmates, and they'd wasted little time

...

Well, Jack hadn't, asking the most dangerous looking pirates on the boardwalk to "Team up" and to "Join my crew" and to "Search for the One Piece".

...

It went well as could be expected, with most laughing off the "Upstart", some threatening to fight lest their loyalties come to query, and others ignoring him completely. Not to be dissuaded, Rojos planned on finding people at the party. However, the first, second, third, fourth, fifth.... and sixth order of business was drinks and more drinks, with some food on the side that he took down like a vacuum cleaner, growing drunker by the moment as the merry making kicked into high gear around him.

"J-Jasper, my... My man!" Jack rambles, clapping his buddy on the shoulder with a red-cheeked grin and a cheers gesture, drawing a faint "Hmmm?" from his partner in crime.

"I'm gonna... Gonna go to the bar!" Rojos exclaims, standing with a small splash of beer falling from his cup with drink-damaged balance.

"Red" Jasper cuts, stopping Rojos in his tracks.

"Yeah?"

"Watch out, that white haired man is a hunter, a dangerous one" continues the dark-skinned man, pointing to a tall white haired swordsman. His air dangerous and no nonsense, even as he danced with a girl wearing an interesting outfit that matched looks with armorment. They seemed like an interesting pair of dangerous people, a pair that any pirate should avoid if they valued their life.

"Hmmmm, got it. I'll stay clear of him!" Jack finally replies after looking over the two, and focusing back to Jasper he smiles widely like a mischievous child, bringing Jasper's palm to face. They'd known each other long enough, that smile could only mean one thing... Trouble.

Walking through the crowd with his sloshing drink in hand, the redhead slips through and slides by dozens of people dancing and enjoying the day, doing a good job of avoiding bumps and brushes as he approaches the pair with vague, caveman level analysis running through his mind as he stops before them, smiling like an idiot.

"I hear *hiccup* you're a really dangerous bounty... Bounty hunter" Jack begins, looking to Ragnar with some weird mix of line stepping rival-ish intent and admiration for badassery.

Not one to be satisfied with only a little weirdness, Jack carries on, stepping to the dancing pair to form a small awkward triangle.

"Say say! Where're you from I've never seen clothing like that" Rojos continues with his wide smile, gesturing with his wobbling beer to Anna's outfit, genuinely curious to know where the exotic threads'd come from.

"AND YOU! Dangerous... Dangerous bounty hunter! What's your... Your biggest catch!" Rojos finishes, clapping Ragnar on the shoulder with a tumbling belly laugh....

If one asked what was funny, he'd be unable to answer.

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“Oooooh baaaaaby!” chirped out the man, who was still as nondescript in his own house as he was out and about with others, entering the room with a hot bottle. “Guess what I’ve go-” began the man as he noticed that Ray Spray was absent! His pupils trembled as he dropped the baby bottle which proceeded to clatter against the ground. It was clearly made with plastic and not glass. While glass would’ve been more dramatic, there was already broken glass present. The window-frame which had a curtain blowing from it from a brisk breeze. The man rushed up to the broken window, not taking a close look of the scene, and stuck his head out and began shouting.

“BABY!? NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He flung his head up and struck it against the top of the window sill, winced in pain for a moment and rubbed at the location of the injury. With his head back out of the window he frantically charged to the door and opened it. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t let you get hurt!” declared the man as he slammed the door shut and rushed out in a mad dash in an attempt to find the infant.

Meanwhile at the shore, Ray Spray re-secured his gas mask against his face by pulling against it. Currently he was fidgeting with a few of his vials and placing them into position with The Sprayinator. He knelt down on the sandy shore and slowly began brushing his fingers through the water looking for any other capsules. Upon catching the tips of his fingers against something that felt like it, he raised them up only to find a shell which was hurled back into the ocean. Ray Spray sneered as he tugged on the straps of his backpack.

”So.” began the giant dwarf as he began pacing back and forth against the shore-line, ”I only have four of my proprietary formulas. And only a meager set of supplies.” The man began to walk against the shore-line where he found various pieces of driftwood. His left eyebrow rose up as a plan occurred to him.

”I might as well begin my escape! There is no telling when that lunatic will arrive again.” He reached down and grasped at a piece of driftwood as he trudged towards some nearby supplies of tattered rope. Placing the piece of wood down he collected some of the wood and began to tie it alongside other pieces he could scavenge from the wreckage. Tugging and pushing against the wood he checked to see if it was tied up well.

It was not as the pieces began to fall apart, causing Ray to throw his hands up in frustration as he once again dragged the pieces of shipwrecked wood, rafts and other assorted pieces together. ”Ray you are a brilliant mind! You are skilled with the chemical components, you know their binding principles to a tee. ARE YOU TELLING ME RAY, THAT IT IS EASIER TO BIND THE MINUTE COMPOUNDS OF YOUR FORMULAS, THAN MEASLY PIECES OF DRIFTWOOD!?!" He snarled out to himself as he tugged on the rope yet again, only to find it separating from the wood again.

Yes. Yes it appeared that Ray was in fact telling himself it was easier to create his wild formulas as compared to being a mere shipwright.

Ragnar's joyous mood from dancing with the cute girl before him was abruptly brought to a halt by some knuckle headed idiot pirate. "Jack Sparrow; 30 million bounty." He said as he moved the kid to the side as he spun Anna around as she had by now gotten the hang of it, she was quite deft on her feet. While he did want to go over to the busty amazon he knew the saying "a fish in hand is better than two in the sea" well from his father saying it to him many times when he was young. As such he chose to stay with his current dance partner. Aside she was cute, so he wouldn't have many compliments if he landed one and not the other.
Jet Aroxus

While the Swift Pelican lacked in size, it made for up for it by living up to its name. It was fast and surprisingly good at carrying cargo, but at the moment the hold was empty, save for the simple cot used by Beatrix. She was quite lucky to find a ship already heading to Anvil Island as it helped keep her travel costs down, after all most sane people wanted to stay away from areas with pirate sightings. Despite the danger of the area, Beatrix was lounging on the deck of the ship when one of the crew approached her.

"Uhh, miss? Anvil Island is on the horizon, shouldn't be much longer 'till we get there."

"Magnifique!" Beatrix paused slightly, giving the deckhand a chance to finish whatever he had to say before continuing herself. "So is that all?"

"Yeah... Uh, well no. If ya don't mind, I was wondering why a charming thing like you wants t'go there. What with the pirates and all."

Beatrix sighed lazily, despite being asked questions like that far more times than she would like, she had yet to come up with a convincing lie. She'd have to get on that sometime soon. "I do mind, but just know that a few pirates are no big deal to me."

The deckhand eyed the woman's sword as she made her bold claim. "I guess you get a lot of use out of that thing, huh? Or did you plan on joining one of the pirate crews there?"

Ok, now he was just being annoying. She would have to set him straight. "I just said I minded your question so why... Wait, what do you mean by 'one of'? There is just the one... Oui?"

The deckhand laughed at her question as if it was something everyone should know. "Oh no. There's a lot more than one crew there at any given time. Probably around ten. Maybe even more, but I only got ten fingers."

"Ten?! Enculer! I was told there was a pirate presence in the area. A presence. Singular."

What then followed was an hour long argument about semantics and how people should be clearer when discussing numbers. It wouldn't change anything, but it helped her waste time. The deckhand didn't seem to mind it either.

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Once the Swift Pelican reached the docks of Plank Town, Beatrix made sure she was the first one off. The town was nothing like she had originally expected, and even after the deckhand had told her what it was like, it was still shocking. She knew she needed a plan, but it was unlikely she could put it into action today so it could wait. But what couldn't wait was her stomach. It took some time and many questions, but she eventually found a place that sold edible food by the name of Elcanor Spruce.

It was filled to the brim with all sorts of unsavory characters which she had expected, but what she didn't expect was the small girl in the middle of things. It was worrisome to say the least, but the girl was near the person in charge so she could keep an eye on her for the moment. "Excusez-moi, but I would like to order now. Two parfaits, one for me and one for the small child." Beatrix then gave a warm smile to the girl next to her, she wasn't sure what was going on, but a smile couldn't possibly hurt. "Oh, and where is the best view in town?"

Dan shakily washed ashore; head upside down, so that seawater filled his bucket helmet. Eyes closed in the marine darkness, the lining of his bucket shook from the voices of strangers coming closer. It was enough to bring the custodian to his senses; getting upright and letting the water fall to the ground. Needing to fix his helmet, since the wreck turned it around, sunlight finally shown through the cut eye holes. "Oh wow, it's a very lovely day." He noted, pushing himself to a standing position.

Dan was not alone in ending up on this beach; a menagerie of other prisoners seemed jubilous at their freedom. All of them standing to explore the town, or converse with townsfolk. A polite man, Sir William Corvierre, cheerily greeted them all with a party at the town's popular bar. "Bars means spilled drinks," Dan nodded, shocked to find his hands empty. "Yet, I am severely unprepared. Where's my stuff?" Scanning the messy beach, full of strewn flotsam, debris, and corpses, yielded nothing at first glance. "Better get to work." Dan declared, cracking his knuckles.

It took him an hour, but Dan accomplished organizing the sandy shore. Boards and metal neatly arranged in separate piles, with drowned men from the prisoner ship respectfully laid to rest on the sand. Put in a neat row, Dan was joyous to yank his mop from the hands of the last one. "There you are! Thanks for keeping it safe, bud." He stated to the deceased marine. With his job done, Dan left the organized debris for the townsfolk to properly dispose of, or reuse. Snagging his garbage bin lid from the metal pile on the way out, Dan skillfully twirled his mop and hummed a jaunty tune.

The party was lively as one would expect; people mindlessly gorging themselves of intoxicating drinks and getting swept up in the emotional music. Taking a seat at the bar and snagging whatever the bartender gave him, Dan took part in the celebration. Somehow, a lot of people survived the crash; if that wasn't a reason to celebrate over, he didn't know what would be. The liquor was cool going down, thankfully erasing the lingering taste of saltwater. He'd be embarrassed to admit, but Dan chugged the drink. Knowing better not to have any more, this one was enough to ease his mind of troubles for the moment; a brief respite that was certainly long needed.

Over on the dance floor, patrons were making the poor decision of moving their bodies whilst holding drinks, a sight that made the janitor sigh. Not wanting to use his personal equipment anymore, Dan politely borrows the bar's mop and bucket placed at the edge of the bar. Taking it upon himself clean up areas after the intoxicated patrons taking them up leave, Dan found only a smaller number of people left dancing. One was obscenely drunk, spilling his drink with every move, as he seemingly harassed a white-haired gentleman and his companion. Growing frustrated at the man's callous lack of care, Dan places the mop in the bucket, marching right onto the dance floor. "Excuse me, sir." He interjects as calmly as possible, tapping the red-haired man on the shoulder. "But do you think you could not spill your alcohol all over the floor? People dancing can slip on it, and that won't be fun for anyone; do you understand?"

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"Ohhhh! Wow, thirty million! So high!" espouses Jack, amused and impressed as the couple danced along in their own bubble, paying the young pirate little mind. To any rational onlooker it would be an obvious case of "Ignore the annoying guy at the party" but to Rojos the silence invited more after his compliment, starting with a laughing - - "I wonder if you'll try catching me in the grand line!" and a "Should be a good battle" at the end, followed by more laughter and merry making, toasting with several passersbys and members of dancing lines.

Interrupting the flow however, was a new arrival. A man wearing...

"A BUCKET!" Jack exclaims, eyebrows rising through the roof with curiosity and surprise, wondering the whos, whats and whys about the man as he spoke up, chastising Rojos for the spilled beer accumulating around his feet. Seeing his mess for the first time, the young pirate looks up to the janitor with a dutiful look on his face and understanding the man's point Jack bows deep with a formal apology on his lips.

"Moushi wake arimasen" (I am deeply sorry) he says in formal speak, holding the bow for a few seconds to convey his deepest apologies.

But there was something amiss...

Rojos hadn't accounted for the beer in his hand while bowing, and as he bowed the drink did too, pouring out onto the floor in full.

"OHH!!!"

"My...!"

"My bad!!!" goes the pirate, stepping back from the spill with a dumb grin, one hand on the back of his neck and another outstretched as if to placate the ornery bucketed force for cleanliness.

"Allow me" continues the pirate, kneeling down with his palm towards the floor, and with a haze forming around his hand the Press Press fruit activates.

Targeting the spilled beer, the compression man swirls the liquid in an upward twister to the his hand, forming a round ball of amber packed tight to a marble sized ball. It was a humble display of his newfound power, one that left the floor clean as day.

Standing tall, Rojos smiles to buckethead, and bringing the compact liquid over the mug he releases it, filling it as it had been before.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, Rojos Jack's my name. What's yours, Buckethead?" Asks the pirate, looking to the man with a grin.

"My, my, my, where did all of these people come from?" mused a heavily scarred woman wearing a black, wide brimmed hat and plague doctor's mask. She had just strolled casually into the bar owned by William whats-his-face, dressed in a white dress shirt, crisp slacks, and a wine purple striped waistcoat. Clasped one leather clad hand was a black doctor's bag and dangling from a harness hooked to her belt were a pair of gunmetal grey tonfa. Over all the woman made for and odd/slightly intimidating appearance that made a few of the patrons shift nervously as she strode past. Soon her electric blue eyes zeroed in on a waitress who was serving beers to a table of rosy faced customers. Giving a satisfied hum the doctor swepted towards the young woman and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," she said with a polite smile, "Would you happen to know where your boss is? He sent for me to take care of a sick man staying at the inn?"
The waitress turned. Her eyes widened at the doctor's appearance, but she'd managed to smile back cordially.
"Ah, you must be Doctor Sylvana Tanarico. Yes, William asked me to direct you to room 201. Thank goodness you're here, poor sod has been dealing with stomach pains for two days straight and all of us are getting tired of his constant squalling," the waitress explained, not quite able to keep a trace amount of annoyance out of her voice. Doctor Tanarico nodded her thanks, mind already going over potencial diagnoses based on the symptom. She waved the young woman goodbye before making her way to the stairs. Time to treat this poor fellow else the innkeeper might just throw him out onto the streets. The angry scrawl of the letter he sent to her heavily implied as much....
Suddenly there was a harsh tug on Sylvana's bag and with out thinking her free hand lashed, grabbed, and twisted. There was a gruesome crack and loud scream as the man who had tried to filch the medical bag fell to his knees. His hand was twisted in an unnatural angle. Sylvana stared at the potential theif for a moment and ,without an ounce of mercy, wrenched on the limb again, this time setting the hand at it's proper angle. The theif had screamed again and once Sylvana realeased his now extremely bruised and definitely broken wrist he clutched it protectively to his chest.
"Y-You crazy bitch! What hell was that for!?" he sobbed. Sylvana stared down at him like hes was a disgusting organism under a microscope.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to steal?" Sylvana replied coldly before turning around to continue her trek to the stairs as if nothing had happened.
"Dah! Y-You'll pay for this!" the theif hissed before making a break for it out of the bar. An amused smirk ghosted across Slyvana's face. She'd very much like to see him try.
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"GWRAAAAAH!" angrily shouted, that brilliant chemist, Ray Spray as he was frantically rubbing his hands through his hair displacing his hood. This was followed by several agitated short steps back and forth as he continued to wring his fingers through his hair. Each footstep was casually washed away by the light wave of the shore. Ray continued pacing back and forth as he slowly began to take stock of his current situation. He removed his right hand from his hair and brought it to tap against his gas mask.

"There is no other land on the horizon." He briefly took a moment to look at some of the remnants of the prison ship which were still sticking out from the water. "...Unless you count the folly which lead to that event." Spinning on his tiny, yet giant, feet he looked at the vast ocean in front of him. "It is most clear that I require transportation, and my efforts to produce such transportation..."

Ray dismissively looked at the pile of wood and ropes which were haphazardly placed together. They once again fell apart as his eyebrow began twitching. Stomping his feet Ray glanced up towards the sky and shouted incoherently.

"Ray Spray you fo-" This thought was interrupted as Ray Spray noticed out of the corner of his eye, a lily pad which was floating against the shoreline. Ray Spray's eyes began to grow estatic as he rushed upon his tiny feet towards the lily-pad. "YOU GENIUS! This plant-life material will be most sufficient in producing a buoyant and sturdy vessel once subjected to the most agreeable substance!" Reaching down against The Spray-inator, Ray Spray grabbed against a handle and began to squeeze it three times. There was a brief illumination of the other three 'Hazmat Bottle' formulas before it settled on the fourth vial presently hooked into the Spray-inator, the Hazmat Bottle - Green Rush. He took the nozzle out from its resting spot, held it steady with one hand and placed his finger in the trigger with the other.

With a quick click against the trigger, a bright luminous green liquid splashed out of the nozzle at a high pressure and onto the lily-pad. After spraying it for a few moments, Ray Spray let go of the trigger and leaned in to watch the growth of the plant material. In quick bursts the lily-pad was growing at such a rapid size and rate that it was now large enough for Ray Spray to sit and lay down upon, as well as being able to take a few other larger things with him. Returning the nozzle back to its resting position on The Spray-inator, Ray began rubbing his hands together as his eyes twinkled with delight.

"RAY SPRAY, YOU BRILLIANT CHEMIST, THOSE FOOLS WHO BANISHED YOU BEFORE YOU COULD UNLEASH YOUR FULL REVENGE SHALL RUE THE DAY THEY STOPPED YOUR MACHINATIONS! HA! AND A POX HAS ALREADY BEEN DELIVERED ON THOSE FOOLISH MARINES WHO AGREED TO TAKE YOU TO THEIR PENAL SYSTEM. I DUB THEE...!" Ray threw his arms out towards the lily-pad which would serve as his new vessel. "THE SHOREBREAKER! YES! I KNOW YOU SHALL TAKE GREAT JOY AND PLEASURE IN YOUR SERVITUDE! NOW VESSEL, STAY PUT!"

The dwarf took a sturdy and longer piece of drift-wood and took his place on the lily-pad. Using the piece of driftwood he began rowing motions to move his new vessel, The Shorebreaker, further into the currents of the ocean. This plan, unlike his earlier one, was working quite well and Ray was beginning to stabilize his vessel and move it safely into the water. He continued to row out away from Anvil Island as he briefly looked back to it.

"ACCURSED ISLAND, THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU SHALL WITNESS THE GLORY, THE SHEER MIGHTY GENIUS THAT IS RAY SPRAY! AH-AHAH-HAAAAAAAAA! With his declaration completed Ray Spray began to row off on The Shorebreaker, ready to begin find new land in which to gather resources, far from that lunatic’s grasp.

The would-be thief tore out the door, only to stop dead as he came face-to-face; okay, chest-to-face- with the point of a saber. His heart pitter-pattered, possibly in fear but also possibly in adoration. On the fear side: Sword, chest, freaky S&M bag lady coming up in the rear. On the adoration side... Yowza!

"Tha~at's right, buster. Back it up!", the girl squeaked as she advanced, "You're lucky I'm on a job, or you'd be in the brig faster than I go through boyfriends!"

"D-does that mean the position is open..?", The thief asked, blushing and tugging at his collar with his good hand.

"I think my last one mighta drowned, but no promises.", Paulie returned as she advanced into the bar, "But seriously, hands to your head. I got a lotta boys to round up."

"Yes ma'am.", the thief mumbled, wincing in pain as his broken wrist flopped against the back of his neck.

Firing a pistol shot into the tavern ceiling with a CRACK to get everyone's attention, Paulie stepped onto a bench and glared her way around the room. Most every patron stopped and turned to get an eyeful in return, even the women. Those Marine skirts didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Alllllright, criminal scum! You might not know me, and I might not know you, but I'm a Marine, and that means you gotta do what I say! Now, I want everyone who's an escaped convict to raise their hand so I can re-arrest you! And don't even think about raising both hands so you can get two pairs of handcuffs!"

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Anemone "Snake Switch" Wick
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Location: The Elcano Spruce, Anvil island

Dan was agasp at the inebriated gentleman's immediate recognition of his wrongdoing. "Well, it's quite alright. Just with the times, we don't need to make life more stressful for civilians." He explained, nodding as the red-haired man bowed apologetically. Though it was instantly offset by his entire drink spilling onto the floor. Both Dan and the man took notice; the latter taking it upon himself to personally mend the issue. Kneeling down with his palm to the floor, he managed to lift all of the liquid up and put it back into his mug. "A Devil Fruit user, eh?" Dan noted, wishing he had water-lifting powers back when he was still employed.

With the two on friendly terms and the dastardly drink put in its place, proper introductions were in order. Providing his name, Rojos Jack smiled brightly. Giving back a smile of his own, Dan placed his hand to his chest. "The name's Dan Itor; though I'm officially known as the world's best janitor!" He stated with genuine pride, not minding the nickname Rojos called him by. "Though with powers like yours, my title might be in danger!" Dan cheerily laughed. Not always being too keen on pirates, since all his past crews have left him for dead, it was a pleasant surprise to meet one with actual manners. For once, Dan didn't feel in danger.

Though, that feeling quickly left the building, upon the blaring crack of a gunshot echoing in the bar. Groaning, Dan muttered, "You've got to be kidding me..." Turning like the other patrons revealed that a very boisterous woman was declaring herself as the center of attention. She revealed herself to be a Marine, currently rounding a group of convicts Dan knew he was a part of. The potential to be recaptured and brought back to work for slave drivers was terrifying, but none so more than the damage being caused. Throwing his gentle mannerism out the window, Dan's face gained a big frown. Noticing a rather tall woman go forth to speak with her, Dan was sure she'd talk some sense into her. Unfortunately, she seemed more of a gentle giant on the first impression, moreso making idle conversation than anything else.

Figuring he'd have to take charge now, Dan rolled up his sleeves and stepped towards the Marine. "Just what the heck do you think you're doing, missy?" He shouted, looking her right in the eye. "Look at the damage you've caused to the ceiling with your callous use of firearms! Thanks to you, the bar owner now has to worry about a new entryway for vermin and rain." Followed by pointing to her shoes, "And standing on a bench with dirty footwear? People sit there to rest after a tiring day; it is highly inconsiderate to make them worry about getting their pants dirty!"

Mumbling to himself about having to fix the roof later, seeing as how Dan lacks skill in carpentry, the janitor excused himself as he stepped by the tall woman. Casually bringing his empty glass back to the bartender, he made sure to thank them for the delicious drink. "People today don't know how to maintain a clean environment; its bloody madness I tell you." He grumbled, walking back over to the Marine woman. "Well, go on then! Get down and take a seat; chairs are meant to be sat on. Just because we're in a bar is no excuse for poor manners, you know." He berated.

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Ragnar had a bad habit of ignoring guys when he was enjoying himself doing an activity with a girl, so while he was dancing he entirely ignored the redhead and some guy in blue with a bucket or something on his head. However the marine girl came in and started shouting and shooting causing all the dancing and merrymaking to stop. Normally Ragnar was a mostly serious individual but upon hearing what she had to say about them surrendering for recapture he couldn't stop himself from laughing at the fool along with most of the other pirates. He quickly drew his sword and cut the gun barrel in half using his dragon sword spirit, wasn't too hard since it was only soft steel, the marines pumped out so many guns they really didn't pay too much attention to the steel quality. Though to be fair it didn't really matter for guns like it did for swords. "You're a fool to think you would take everyone in here by yourself and only with a dinky pistol." Ragnar says as he holds his sword to her throat. I'm not going to prison, and so help me I'll kill you if that's what I have to do to make it happen. While he didn't want to go back his actions also had a bit of a double motive, most of the pirates were scared of him and wouldn't come near him allowing the girl a chance to leave with her life. "Get out of here before things get ugly girl." He says in a stern and intimidating voice. She was cute though it was a shame she was lacking in certain departments but not like it mattered to him, she was a marine and he was now a wanted man. Looks like I don't have much choice but to join a pirate crew now... hopefully she can leave without the rabble behind me assaulting her for nefarious purposes. He noticed that same strange janitor looking guy with a bucket... thing on his head rambling about cleaning, vermin, dirty boots, and other pointless things again causing him to quickly ignore him as he looked to his right, now noticing that Amazon was to almost beside him talking to the girl. He quickly glanced back and saw his dance partner was nowhere to be seen. Well damn, I thought I had that one in the bag, well I'll talk to the Amazon after this fiasco.
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Marlouxia screamed internally at being called a child, but accepted the parfait anyway mumbling "thank you, its on your tab" Marlouxia took her free food and sat down begrudgingly eating it "Well at least it's one less meal I have to pay for." As she ate, a loud gun shot was heard causing her to turn her head. It was a cute marine girl, demanding that all the convicts to put their hands up, an eye rolling statement, to say the least, with only one of her and a room full of convicts wanting their freedom. It only turned worse for the marine when two people walked up to her examining the now cut gun of hers and threatening her. Marlouxia sighed and got up from her seat, she bypassed most people easily, going round until she was besides the Marine "Now now, no need to threaten her, good sir and madame. So would you kindly put the sword down and my dear assistant please put down your leg dear." Marlouxia said with a smile as she spun her umbrella around so that she was holding onto the tip and pushed the sword away gently with the curve "I do apologize for my assistant, she always had the dream of being a famous marine and as you can see her costume is very similar to the real deal and when in a new town she likes to practice her Marine talk, but she doesn't literally mean it." Marlouxia said with a small bow "As for me I am the Spectacular, Magnificent Marlouxia, now if you'll excuse us we have a performance to discuss. Come along now" Marmar said calmly as she lead Paulie to her table. Marlouxia sat back down and finished eating "You may sit at my table, your welcome by the way" Marlouxia stated calmly

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Ah, the West Blue. It was a vast and majestic place when you really got down to it. It was a vast and glorious place full of unknown destinations. Hell, it serves as a gateway to the New World. Here in West Blue and beyond the Red Line, man was free to ply his trade no matter what it was. You could be a law abiding man or you could be a rebel against it. The oceans would not judge a man based on their character, all would drown once the same. The oceans were the same to all men and women and did not take preferences.

It was this that Ray Spray was reflective on as he continued to row upon his lily-pad, the newly proclaimed Shorebreaker. Here was an open canvas for him to paint upon. This ocean and the secrets beyond it were pliable and would serve as means to his goal. Sure his dream was to cause a great chemical storm to ravage the lands, but at the end of the day it was a dream to be remembered. Eventually his name would be forgotten sure, but as long as Ray Spray worked on achieving his dream and committed hard enough to it he could forever mark the name Ray Spray.

As a seagull swooped by, Ray Spray allowed his mask to descend to reveal a smile as he looked upon the seas.

“Shorebreaker.” He rowed as he looked down at his vessel. “Sprayinator.” Ray proceeded to place down his piece of driftwood as he slowly rubbed his backpack device.

“I do not know what these seas will carry for us. It might be further strife, it might be a muse for my brilliance. But one thing is for sure...”

Ray laid down as he glanced up towards the sky.

“...I will achieve my dream.”

After slapping Marlouxia's hand away with the flat of her saber and a wordless look of pure disgust, Paulie opened her mouth to answer the boob monster when she was rudely interrupted by an angry ghost that apparently hated guns cleaving her pistol in twain. Pouting, she tossed the thing over her shoulder and into the goulash of a local thug, who was in turn immediately tackled by his souvenir-hungry neighbors.

"Well, it WAS a pistol, but now that someone's destroyed it, it's just so much junk.", she turned her gaze towards a darkened corner in the back, "...Isn't that right, 'SUNDERING' SAM SMITH!?"

She pointed her saber at a squat, bearded man with three sets of broken manacles around each arm, who looked around the room in genuine confusion.

"Yeah, you better believe I know who you are! I got your number, buddy!", Paulie shouted as she shook her fist.

The rest of the bar patrons mumbled amongst themselves, and came to the agreement that this was, indeed, a total dick move. "Sundering" Sam Smith would be sleeping with one eye open in the coming weeks, that was for sure.

"...Anyway, I wanna see those hands up! Two lines, convicts on the left, regular criminal scum on the right! We keep this orderly, so everybody wait your turn! Pictures are two-thousand Beli* apiece! Gravure shots double! Keep it moving, people!"

Sheepishly, the bar patrons began to queue up. Though none of them knew it, this very moment was of far-reaching historic importance to not only West Blue, but the world as a whole. Decades later, from the glittering concert halls to the shady backrooms of the dial trade, these filthy convicts would be hailed like kings because they could do the one thing no amount of wealth could possibly buy. They could say: I was there when it all began. I saw the genesis.

I saw the birth of the world's first idol.

*About 180 Norwegian Kroner

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Anemone "Snake Switch" Wick
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Location: The Elcano Spruce, Anvil island

His opinion of the marine girl already hit rock bottom, she was a fool, a spoiled brat, and babbling idiot. There was no "Sundering Sam" as he had hauled the last person to go by that name in. That name brought back memories as Sundering Sam was his first bounty. Thankfully half of the bar members saw her in a similar light, or maybe they just were of like mind viewing sexy as superior to cute. Whatever the reason only half the bar viewed her as an idol. Half the bar looked at her as the fool she was and laughed at her repeated attempts at trying to get them to follow her lead. This caused her fans to get angry and fight the ones who began laughing. A huge bar fight erupted while the Ragnar and those around him stayed at the bar where none dared approach. "It's rare for an Amazon to show up in the west blue. Let alone one without a crew. What's your name?" He asks as he sits down directly across from Wick. He had heard stories and played attention to their information of the Amazons for... personal reasons... well not that it mattered. Somehow during the fight a large feast was brought before them. Outside the sphere of Ragnar's intimidating aura the fight raged on with teeth flying, alcohol raining, chairs breaking, and chaos running rampant. He also noticed the entertainer that Wick was talking to, she had an unusual outfit but it wasn't displeasing in the slightest. He never really went to shows or plays or anything of the sort outside of his hometown's so he had to admit he was curious to see what she could do. Due to the fight a random pirate flew towards them, however Ragnar stopped them dead in their tracks and tossed them into the crowd causing quite a few people to fall over from the impact. "I'm Ragnar Sōdodoragon by the way." He says stretching his arm out for a handshake while he had a rare smile adorning his face.
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