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It was dark and raining hard on the isle of trade. The manager of the dock, Demin, was sitting inside reading calmly. On any other day he would have been outside taking peoples money that made port. However today he doubted that anyone was going to sail in to the harbor during such bad weather. The storm had been going for a day and a half and it seemed to have no intention of stopping. The great Festival was in 1 day, and if this rain didn’t stop the merchants and pirates that would be arriving to trade goods would not come. Demin, like everyone else, was worried but also felt a little relieved, for the days leading up to the trade festival made the ports busy. Demin was old and liked being able to read in peace, but he liked the hassle and bustle more than he liked to admit.
Then to his astonishment he looked up to see a boat on the horizon. A one man boat with a single passenger was nearing the docks. Upon it was a flag that had been matted down to the mast by the relentless flow of water that fell from the sky. Demin ran for his rain coat and his record book and rushed out the door. Demin, although old was a retired marine with his fair share of scars on his arms and face. He was also about 7’5 and very muscular. This made him perfect for scaring away anyone wanting to cause trouble.
By the time Demin reached the stranger he was kneeling to tie his boat to the dock. He stood, and Demin looked the stranger up and down. He was wearing a black cloak from head to ankle, only his mouth was visible. Leaning over to meet the stranger in the eye, witch seemed impossible because of the cloak, he spoke.
“State your business” he said yelling to be heard over the storm.
“Have you forgotten so soon.” The stranger said with reluctance.
“Wha-? “ Demin then dropped his record book witch was immediately swept away in the wind. Turning the stranger extended something from his cloak, which shot out and wrapped around the record book and repelled it. The stranger handed the book back to Demin. Demin looked down surprised. ”Z is that you!”
At that moment a little furry head appeared next to the main one both smiled showing their teeth. “We’re back!” they said. “Soon some people will come through looking for me…let’s keep my arrival between us okay. Otherwise the whole town will want a party in honor of my return.” Z then handed him a pouch of belli.
“Wait are they bad people?” Demin asked
Z replied laughing,”I don’t know yet. Hehe, I don’t think they will cause you any trouble.”
“I hope your right… Its good to have you back son.” Demin said putting an arm on Z’s shoulder.
Z, returning his embrace said,” It’s good to be back old friend. Now a favor and I must be off. Anyone who comes into port with a paper bearing the same mark as the ship I have in storage let through without a fee. Also have some men ready that ship please, for departure in 3 days.”
“Consider it done, and who are you exactly.” Demin said.
Smiling again Z replied, “Thank you again.” With that Z departed for main trade town. Just before he was out of site he called back, “Look Alive man, the storm is clearing and you have guests!” For at that moment the clouds parted and sun shone through like a giant flash light.
Groaning Demin yelled back,” You better get out of here before I remember your name boy!”
“Yes Sir!” Z said with a salute, and then ran into town.
Demin was about to lecture him but saw the horizon clear and at least 12 ships on the horizon. Demin reluctantly readied himself for business. He’s back witch means some thing big must be happening. He thought.
As soon as he was out of site Z jumped onto the wall that divided the port from the city and gazed toward the oncoming white sails. One bared a flag with a hammer and anvil on it that Z knew all too well. The invites he had given out to the people he met in his travels and those he thought were good enough and wanted to be pirates.
Although they hadn’t seen his face, and he had left no name, he left them a single clue as to how to find him. He signed his invitation “the man who wares Unity on his back.”
He then had a ship sent to each of the islands and hopefully were granted passage to trade isle. Looking over the harbor one last time Z hoped that those people were either aboard the ship he saw or had found other means of coming. Finally jumping down from the wall and headed into the town. However he didn’t get far until he heard a girlish voice behind him yelling his name. Z turned tward the port gate and saw an old friend running twards him. As if it were in slow motion Z imagined her when she was little. He could not believe it was her and he said (half to himself), “Carp?!”
How did she spot me in this cloak? He thought.
She smiled that he remembered her and excitedly said as she approached him, “Zason!”
Zason recognized her instantly, despite not having seen her at all for three years. If anything, the tattoo on her left cheek was a dead giveaway...
"Hah, it's really you!" Carp went up to Zason and gave him a lighthearted slap on the shoulder. "Haven't seen you in the restaurant, or anywhere else, for ages! Where the hell have you been?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Well... you know how my parents and brother are all known pirates?"
"Yeah, why?" They both sat down on a nearby crate.
"Three years ago, when I heard of the bounty J had gotten, I figured that it was time that I made a name of myself too. I set out, looking for a worthy crew... and now, it's coming together."
"Yes. Soon, everyone who has accepted my invitation is to come here to form the White Bandana pirate crew."
"Pirate crew, eh?" Carp looked up in the sky for a moment, then turned to Zason with a grin on her face. "Y'know, Zas..."
"I'm joining you."
"You. Your pirate crew. I'll be the cook on your ship. It's perfect."
"...Carp, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Y'know, the Gazou family tradition. Having the oldest child go out to sea and learn stuff about the world, then coming home and becoming the new owner of the restaurant. It's time for me to go now, and I was thinking about ways to do it."
"Oh, I know I've told you about it before. It's not like I'd be the first one in the family to do it as a pirate!"
"Uh, I kind of invited a cook already..."
"So? Having worked in a restaurant kitchen for four years, I can assure you that having more than one only is for the better."
"It's settled, then!"
"C'mon, this calls for celebration. Hell, just you being back does! Food's on me! And will be made by me, for that matter." Carp grabbed Zason's arm and ran off towards the restaurant district.
Gazoushi was mostly empty. A few patrons were still sitting at their tables or at the counter, enjoying a meal or a drink. On the far end of the counter, deep into the restaurant, Zason sat with chopsticks in hand having almost finished the plate of sushi in front of him. Carp was standing on the other side of the counter, wearing a chef's apron and hat and with a pitcher of water in her hand.
"Well? Haven't I improved?"
Zason picked up the last piece of sushi from the plate, dipped it in the soy sauce and ate it. "...wonderful. You made all of these?" Alex was sleeping under the counter, having finished a plate of milk.
"Every single one, all the way from cooking the rice to wrapping the nori." Carp put down the pitched, grabbed a bottle of sake off a shelf and filled two small glasses. "And if I'm your cook..."
"Alright, alright... you win. You're getting the position."
Carp smiled, gave Zason one of the glasses and then raised the other. "To the White Bandana pirates! Cheers!"
"To the White Bandana pirates." Both of them finished the drink in one gulp, put down the glasses and started laughing.
"At your service, captain!" Carp saluted Zason with a smile, prompting even more laughter before she filled up the glasses again. Zason raised his glass first.
"And one to my brother!"
After three more toasts, they settled down. Carp looked at a bunch of papers Zason had put on the counter - especially the symbol on them. "By the way..."
"Could I have one of those pamphlets?"
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Krale sat in the corner of his favorite restaurant when two people cheered "to the White Bandanna Pirates!" and chattered to eachother.
Shovelling down the rest of his curry he dropped 2 times more than what he owed as a tip and walked over to the two. One was a man with the word Unity on his back, and a girl he knew to well as Carp, his favorite cook. She usually cooked for him, and he gave her the largest tips.
"Hey Carp!" He said as he walked over, "Who's your friend?"
"Hi Krale! This is Zason, hes a pirate" She said
"Oi...Carp keep it on the down low if you don't mind" Said Zason
"A pirate!? Maybe....
"By any chance do you need a gunman or something?" Said Krale, "Maybe I could...join you?"
Zason looked over him, with his brown hair jetting backwards, and the scar on his cheek, then he remembered him.
"Hmm... aren't you "Straight Shot" Krale Uero? 15 000 000, apparently you got that a few years ago, and it was the only time your bounty was raised since." Said Zason
"That'd be me," said Krale pulling up a chair and sitting down. "Do you mind of I join in on your little Crusade?"
Zason sat there stroking his imaginary beard and continuing to survey Krale. Finally he announced, “On one condition follow me.”
As he got up he pulled his black cloak over his shoulder and started out the door, “I’m outta here Carp, your tip I left is pretty nice, so if you do intend to join me you may as well start stocking up on food stuffs when the belli festival starts. Also if people ask about me don’t give any big hints a couple of them are going to want to test my strength, personally. So I want them to come to me please. Ciao for now!”
With that he left with Krale in tow. They walked for a long time taking back allies and short cuts so as not to be seen. Finally they ended at a gate near the back of the medical district. Just outside of the gate was a long stretch of beach that brought memories of Zason’s brother swirling back off the ocean waves. He stood there so long Krale thought he had gone comatose and finally asked, “Umm Zaso-“ Zason cut him off and with his back turned to him.
“See that little black hut at that end of the beach where the wall starts to curve back towards the port?”
“Yeah, but that is like two miles away.” Krale responded.
Zason ignoring his comment continued, “If you look closely you can see a target inside the hut. The side facing us has no wall.”
Krale strained his eyes and just barely made out the white, red, and yellow parts of a target.
“The last person to win the “sharp shooter” contest at the festival I mentioned was my brother Jason. Since then nobody has even reached that target,” he walked over and pushed some sand with his foot to reveal a line of red grass that used to mark the start line for the contest. “From here. For this reason the contest was discontinued until someone hits the bulls eye from here, hence the hut. It’s kind of a memorial to his dominance if you will.” Zason sighed and turned back to look back at the hut, “One of my goals is to surpass my brother. I will accept no less of my crew. Now as a well rounded denizen of weapon and martial arts, my throwing weapon skills, though decent, will not ever be that good.”
Krale taken aback at first said, “He made that shot, from that distance, with a throwing weapon?!”
“A curved 0.5 lb feather ended kunai knife to be exact.” Zason said nonchalantly almost chuckling. “Now beat my brother’s record and I will accept you. You have some big shoes to fill my friend.” He said smiling and then stepped back behind Krale to observe.
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The ocean's wave rocked his small boat, barely big enough to even call a row boat as he sailed towards the docks under the rain and heavy waves. He seemed in a hurry as he made his way closer towards the ever seemingly distant shore. He finally docked his boat with the rain water pouring off his already soaked clothing while a loud sneeze escape him. Jake looked rather miserable as he tied his sad excuse for a boat to the dock and softly sighed.
Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a soaked piece of paper with an insignia printed rather larger on the front. He then saw a shadow that seemed over frame his vision which made him jump back a moment in surprise. Jake, now face to face with an older man, seemed to have a look of shock for a moment before sighing carefully as if that he mistook him for someone else.
"Who might you be?" Came Demin's voice. Jake only lightly chuckled, as if nervous and held out a piece of paper for the old man to grab. " I am looking for a man named Zason, could you point me in the right direction?" Demin only gave a curious glance before a soft smirk came on his face. " Just missed him, if you run you might catch up with him." With that, Jake gave a slight polite bow and began to hurry on. Feeling the light effects of Demin's slightly intimidation.
His cloak flapped lightly in the wind while he gave another loud sneeze, sniffling slightly as he rounded the corner. Jake's eyes began to search up and down for a sign of Zason, hoping to find him quickly before he caught a cold. He made It about half way down the street before he stopped at a strange noise. He placed his hand on his stomach as he let out a gentle sigh. " I haven't eaten for a few days.. " he said as he felt his stomach growl once more.
He then stood straight up and stiffened for a moment as he smelt a nice warm food smell cross his nose. instantly, he felt his mouth drool as pictures of food began to flood his mind." Zason can wait... first... I need food." He then turned to see a restaurant to his left in the street. The sign seemed to stick out to him as interesting while he read the title out loud to himself. "The White Bandanna"
Pushing the doors open, he gave another sniff of that great food that he could smell cooking as stood there in the door way in a haze because of his hunger. He then let his eyes wander to notice a familiar face in the room. " Zason?" He asked a moment, a little puzzled to find him here out of all the luck but was quickly silence once more as another loud grumble from his stomach labeled his hunger.
K had been a stowaway on a merchant vessel for a few days and was glad to finally be off the stink boat as he referred to it. Slipping past the few merchants on the ship K bounced off the boat but not before pocketing a change purse and a couple apples. Walking the docks toward town K thumbed through the bag of coins and greedily ate his apple not looking where he was going walked head first into the tall marine known as Demin who was watching him ever since docking. Neither budged.
It was K who spoke first, "You got a problem old man?"
"Statre your business" replied Demin
K backed up a little finishing his other apple spoke between bites "Banana"
Demin stared blankly at K "You stupid boy?"
"No I'm lookin' fer the head banana. Yellow Banana Pirates. Got his letter but it seems I lost it while back"
In fact K had read the note but the only things he could decipher from it were the words Banana(Misread Bandanna), Pirate, Burn, and TRADE Town. After reading these K came to the conclusion that someone named Banana from trade town wanted his help to burn pirates so naturally K set off for the island.
While Demin still looking confused K continued "Seems you don't know notin', I'm outa here"
Scuffing past demin K grinned as he continued toward the town while slipping the cores onto Demin's person.
K knew where the best information in town could be found - the alleys.
After heading in the direct and wandering a bit he spotted a few shady looking characters
K approached them "Guy's know where Banana is?"
The two standing behind the one who was clearly the leader snickered "eh eh eh look at this boss I think this freak has lost his way"
"So it seems, shake him down boys" ordered the leader
K grinned "I was starting to get bored of this place"
K quickly flashed his swords making quick work of the two and without hesitation moved onto the leaders head. The deed was done, quick and dirty just the way K enjoyed it.
After a quick search of the bodies K crudely concealed the bodies as to not alert others to soon of his doing he headed towards the restaurant district for he was in need of spirits.
K approached a bar with a sign reading "The Drunken Roger". Before entering K stood staring at the sign for a few moments shrugged and then continued in seating himself at the bar careful to avoid being seated near anyone else.
"Gimme your cheapest! and keep'em comin'!" K ordered.
(I apreciate your guys enthusiasm but go read my not on the info board please IT IS IMPORTANT)
Jackson was the name of the jolly old bar keep who ran the drunken roger. As an ex pirate of great age he, Jackson, was known for being one of the few men to sail under the original Jolly Roger (unmodified) flag. However when he grew older his longing for the sea faded and he sought to share his experiences with the world. So he came to trade town and opened a bar as well as becoming a great story teller.
Outside the bar was a copy of the almost original JR slightly modified but its mouth was open and it was drinking a keg of something very alcoholic. Inside behind the bar in a glass frame was Jackson’s original flag.
Even though he was an ex-pirate and he was old and big, like Demin, he was not only more generous than Demin, but more jolly less grouchy. Most said it was like the difference between a marine and a pirate. However because they looked so much alike, but were total opposites in nature, some said they were long lost brothers.
Today the DR was full of sounds the sound of dancing, music, laughing, cheering, and drinking. If you listened every 15 seconds there was a KAMPAI!!!
After a second Jackson noticed the shady character asking for spirits he went over to investigate. "Hey, you mind tellin me why you come into my bar and try to get in the way of my joy."
"I don't believe I asked for conversation old man." K said flatly. Jackson then reached out and grabbed K's collar so tight he couldn't breath, and raised him a good two feet off his stool."
"Well your gonna get it YOU KNOW WHY?! YOUR A CUSTOMER AHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!" and with that Jakson resumed his jolly mood, went to get a bottle of saki while K cursed under his breath and rubbed his neck. One of his bar maids suddenly yelled.
"Your gettin soft Jackson that "Ultimate Chocker" technique used to break a man like a twig 10 or so years ago."
"Well what can I say," Jackson said returning with the wine he poured it and then proceeded to rub his hand as he smacked the bar maid's bottom, "This one has an unusually strong neck. But sticking it out there you might get it chopped off! AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!... You know I like you boy what is your name?"
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"Heh..simplicity at the finest.." Said Krale with a smirk, "You wanna know why I've been dubbed 'Straight Shot'?" He said with a devious voice.
He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a shimmering black gun, with SS carved onto the side. It's Barrel was extremely long. He flipped it open, and popped in a single bullet.
it was Gold, Black at the end, and metal at the tip.
"What kind of bullet is that?" Said Zason with slight amusement.
"Its my straight shot bullet" He said with pride, "Though I've used it only twice" He admitted, "Just watch"
He aimed his gun so that it perfectly matched with the bullseye on the target.
"Oi, as a note aim to the left a little, the wind is blowing extremely fast today" Z said.
"No need buddy-ol' pal"
A sharp crack shot through the air, you couldn't even get a glimpse of the bullet. Five milliseconds later, a smaller crack came from the target board.
Zason Dumbstruck, "You hit it?" He was not believing it.
"Let's check" Krale said as he marched towards the target.
"No way.." Said Zason
"Yes way" Said Krale
"There is a whole dead center..."
"This is getting annoying"
"Well Krale... looks like.. you're in!"
K replied to Jakson, "K, and try that chocker again and you just might see something being chopped off"
K gestured for more saki
"How bout you? ya runnin' this dump or what?" said K
"AHAHAHA, Yes I do but I wouldn't say a dump but it can be as cozy as one! BAHAHA" repllied Jakson as he went to tend to another customer.
K having a few drinks in him and his blood boiling a bit from Jakson's man handling began having devious ideas run through his mind. Bar fights just happend to be one of K's favorite past times. K began eyeing a figure donned with a white cloak seated a ways down from him.
After a few moments of contemplation K returned to his drink followed by a gesture for more deciding he has yet to become drunk enough.
Alex flew down to Zason's head and perched, "Oh wow he really did it then I guess he's in."
"Holy crap! A talking cat." said Krale
"Yeah something like that." Alex said, "Well we have some things to take care of so we must be off but it is good to have you with us." Krale still dumbstruck a little about a talking cat said, "Ok" and shook the cat's paw. "Well be seein ya." The pair then jumped up the ten foot wall and Krale watched the white head disapear among the rooftops of the buildings. All that was left in his wake was a bandanna like his (A replica) and one of the invitations.
Krale looked in the direction they were a second ago and realized Zason hadn't said a word just then the cat did all the talking. Then he read the little amendment to the letter Zason obviously wrote quickly before he left. It said,
"You have beaten my brother, something I will never do not in this event. You deserve to wear his symbol more than I do, you may wear this if you wish. I will be waiting for you at the meeting place in three days hope to see you there." next to this was a tear drop and his sig: Failure of long range ZASON OKANAKI.
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Doing the final checks on her bearings Clara left the captin of the ship waiting for a bit longer. He was starting to get paniced now as they were approaching the port and still had nearly full sail on. This was one of here little habbits to scare the captins a bit, and save the rowers but very few ever let her try again. The ship would glide into the dock under whats left of the sail and the front would just kiss the edge and stop.
"Ok you can drop it now and we will be fine" Turning away from the captin Clara went back below decks to collect her few things she had. Her pack was small but efficent, a few maps of the 4 seas a couple of compases and a pollished sextant. Checking both her wrist blades Clara ran a whetstone over them and put them at her hips and checked the trowing knifes and putting them back.
Returning to the deck the captin was starting to panic and the ship was still coming into port too quickly. He was almost about to shout a order when Clara placed her hand on his arm, "Stop panicing she will stop." This didn't calm him down very much and his panincing started to unerve the crew.
The ship, The Red Crab, drifted into the port and just about stopped short of the peir, 'must be getting better' Clara thought to herself and waited for the plank to be lowered before leaving the ship. The captin shouted back down to her "You are never going to do that again on my ship. Don't expect to get back onto her." with that he turned and set about shouting orders at his crew to get it unloaded.
Walking up the docks Clara was stoped by a huge looking man with scars up his arms. "That was impressive if you don't mind me saying, I was almost dreading having to explain that one. Now whats your busnisses here and are you going to pay for that ship." He sounded almost proud of her little move.
"I'm just stopping by for the fair and I'm not going to pay for the ship thats the Captins' problem. You know where I can get a decent black smith around here and where the plazza is"
"Well if your a passanger your going to need to pay somthing then for your passage and the plazza is straight up from here and the smiths are off to the left. Now your payment" Demin flexed his arms at this showing off his scars.
Pulling the card out of her pocket Clara flashed the top part at Demin. "Will this do by any chance?"
"Ahhh my mistake. Welcome to Trade Town. When you go to the smiths go and see the Crystal Hammer and say Demin sent you"
"Thank you and I will" With that Clara started towards thwe plazza following the road and putting the card that won her passage here back into a pocket. 'First things first@ she thought 'Off to the smiths'
A heavy storm rocked a small merchant ship. Jerome was sitting inside the cabin, reading a note. An invitation actually. Invitation to join pirates. Jerome stared at the invitation blankly. He had no idea where he got that, he just found it in his pocket one day. Someone probably gave it to him but he can't remember who. Jerome sighed and looked at his spear that was right beside him.
''You don't think this is a trap, do you? I mean, finding notes like this, maybe someone was stalking us?'' Jerome said and stood up.
''And this storm is starting to make me seasick....'' he muttered while he grabbed his spear and walked outside on the deck. Suddenly the sun started shining. Jerome smiled and looked at the invitation again. There was nothing to lose so he could just as well go check what was going on. There must be some sort of a reason for all this.
''If you don't like it then we can just leave. And maybe even steal their stuff too...'' Jerome said, joking though.
''You're talking to yourself again, hm? And what about stealing?'' a man asked with a rather angry voice. Jerome turned around and saw that a sailor had been behind him.
''Umm.. N-nothing, nothing!''
''I really hope so. We'll be docking soon.'' the sailor said while searching Jerome's pockets for anything that was stolen. Jerome sighed and looked around. He could see the Trade town. It didn't take long until he already had some land under his feet.
''I wonder what we should do now....'' he said to his spear.
The rain had stopped and the sun came out from behind the dark clouds. A gentle breeze caught the sails of The Enigma II as the flag of the Triviamaster Pirates was unfurled from its lifeless state. The quiet of the empty deck was shattered when the cabin door burst open, revealing a man in a white cloak holding a piece of lawn furniture. He took a few meaningful steps forward and looked towards the sky. “Hmmm, just as I figured. 2 hours, 15 minutes and 26 seconds. That storm definitely was a lightweight.” Walking out onto the deck, the man set down the lawn furniture and laid down on it, getting ready for another long nap.
As he lay on the deck of this large ship, thoughts began to swirl around in his head. He thought back to the cave where he received this strange invitation and how the black-cloaked man disappeared without him knowing it. Then there was the boat thing. Why would he want to sail on a wimpy little schooner when he had his own galleon to himself? Anyways, as he saw it, it would be fun to be a follower for a while, instead of captain.
Just as he was about to doze off, a large jolt sent him to the deck. The sounds of splintering wood and angry shouting subsided for a little bit as Meijin “Triviamaster” Trivalu stood up and rubbed his head. Walking to the side of his ship, he saw what all the commotion was about. It seems that his ship made port, in the most extreme sense of the word. Most of the dock next to him was in shambles and the front of his ship was well embedded in the dock. He glanced down to see a rather domineering stare from a large and ominous figure. “So, mister. Just how do you plan on repairing my dock?”
“One sec, ossan. Let me get some of my gear and we’ll talk out an arrangement.” Meijin headed into his cabin and got his weapons, which he strapped to his back and legs. Appearing back on deck, he saw the deck owner had come aboard and stood there with his arms crossed.
“This is a mighty fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into here,” said the giant of a man. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess that I miscalculated how long I had until I reached this island. But seeing as I’m kind of strapped for “repair money” right now, why don’t we make a deal.”
The dock man glanced around, expecting to be ambushed by the scores of crew that he thought must be on this enormous ship. “Well, it’s going to have to be quite the deal for me to accept it.”
“Just let me leave the ship here for a few days. I’ll come back on the third day, get the rest of my supplies and you can have the ship.”
“OK. That sounds like a pretty good deal, but won’t the rest of your crew want to have a say in this?”
Leaping off the side of the ship and onto the remains of the pier, Trivalu called back, “Nah, my parrot won’t mind anyways, since he’s coming with me.”
Struck dumbfounded by this strange comment, the large man said, “No, your crew! Aren’t they all below deck.”
“Nope. They’re not even on this ship any more. But that’s a story for another time. By the way, I’m Meijin. Meijin “Triviamaster” Trivalu. I’d like to know anything you can tell me about this card.” As he said his introduction, the Triviamaster threw a small card up towards the new owner of The Enigma II.
Demin glanced at the card and smiled. This new crew was definitely going to have some characters in it. Throwing the card back to the man in white, Demin said, “I’m Demin, the owner and runner of this dock. You’re going to need this card a few more times. If you’re looking for information, I’d go over to the “Drunken Roger.” Ask the bartender, since they’re usually full of useful information.”
Without a word, the strange man in the white coat sauntered off towards the town as Demin stood shaking his head and smiling.
Observing the dock from the port side wall Zason wondered who else may have arrived however soon a green parrot flew up in his face and started screeching, "STRANGE MAN BLACK CLOAK!" Zason taken aback quickly recognized the parrot and spied his master on the dock tethering his ship to the dock, and before Meijin turned to see him he jumped off the wall and ran through a few back allies to loose the parrot.
Once he caught his breath he smiled and thought to himself
I guess I underestimated his parrot, but it is good that he came, having a smart tactician is important in naval battles. And if that parrot talks to him...can you say spying and reconnaissance.
Then being a bit more mindful he thought back to the port before the green menace found him.
hmm The gray one with the spear is also hear hmm, And that navigator girl, who come to think of it had a nice body. Oh and the kind assassin who he had seen head into town. HEHEH this is gonna be interesting.
With that Zason slipped into a building in one of the darker allies, down a flight of steps, and into the Trade Town underground.
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“Ah so it's finally time to dock and the rain finally stopping this will be a great day. I can already taste all the great beers now that this town has to offer.” So Vlad returned to his room aboard the ship he was on to grab his stuff for departure his stuff was packed in 3 heavy crates and 1 suitcase with a few bits of rope. Vlad strapped 2 of the crates to his back kept one under his arm and his suitcase in the other said his good byes to the crew. Vlad started his was down the dock realising someone wasn't the best at docking since there was a lot of damaged done to it suddenly Vlad was approached by a large man not as large as Vlad but still large.
“Welcome to Trade town, how long are you planning to be staying for?”
“Um… Hi, my names Vlad and I believe I'm staying roughly 3 days let me just check that note I received, I know I've got it around here some were. There you go take a look it should say how long I'm here for.”
“Oh now I under a stand why you're here may I suggest heading towards the drunken Rodger bar in the residential area, and you will be needing this card again trust me.” So with this information Vlad headed off to the drunken Rodger bar.
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Jerome took the invitation again and started reading it. Who knows how many times he had read it by now. He was scratching his head while thinking the words on the note.
''Sheez... He could've at least write his name on this or something. This is kind of suspicious, don't ya think?'' Jerome said with a puzzled look on his face. He then strapped his spear on his back. You shouldn't carry a fine lady like some kind of a tool, now should you? Then, almost as out of nowhere, a manly voice could be heard.
''Oi, you should pay''
Jerome turned around and was in a bit of shock. Demin had startled him by appearing suddenly like that behind him. Jerome stared at the man for a pretty long time, so Demin repeated what he said to bring Jerome back to his senses.
''Uh, money you say? W-well I don't have alot with me right now... But see that ship over there? My crew is there. I think one of them would be more than happy to pay for me!'' Jerome said with a rather nervous voice. Demin looked at Jerome, not believing a word he heard. But he then looked at the note Jerome was holding in his hand. It had a pirate flag printed on the front. Zason said that anyone with that note won't have to pay a thing. Demin chuckled.
''Is that so... You're free to go then.''
''Eh? R-really?'' Jerome asked surprised. Did this man really believe what he said? Well, it was only a good thing. Jerome thanked Demin and ran away while stuffing the invitation back into his pocket. He could hear a loud crash and shouting behind him. A big ship had just crashed into the port. Jerome stared at the mess for a pretty long time before he walked away slowly. It was none of his business anyway. Jerome kept walking around the town, with no clue where to go.
Meijin was making his way through the crowded streets when his parrot, Quiz, landed on his shoulder. “AWWK! HE’S HERE. HE’S HERE! AWWK!” A smile crept across his lips as he said, “Good, now which way did he go?”
“LOST HIM! AWWK!”
Trivalu sighed and mumbled, “I guess I’m going to have to do this the old fashioned way.” He took the hood from his trench coat and put it over his head as he said, “Good work, Quiz. Now go back to the ship and keep watch on any incoming passengers that seem a little out of place.” In a flurry of green feathers, the parrot was gone, as the Triviamaster came upon the “Drunken Roger.”
The bar was boisterous and lively as the mysterious man entered through the swinging doors. Very quietly, he walked up to the bar and sat down. With his head down, no one could see what he was really doing or talking about because of the white hood. The bartender was just as lively as the rest of the patrons as he attended to some people at the other end of the bar. Reaching into his pocket, Meijin grabbed three coins. He clinked two down on the bar, which immediately grabbed the bartender’s attention. Walking over to where Trivalu sat, the large man said, “What can I do you for?”
“I’d like some food and rum. Will this cover it?” As he said his request, he lifted his index and middle finger to reveal two golden coins worth about 1000 berri each.
“Yeah, that’ll do all right.” The bartender turned around and soon turned back around with a huge plate of food and a tankard of rum. He set it down in front of the stranger and snatched the two coins. Before he could turn back around, the man in white held up another gold coin between his thumb and index finger and said, “Thanks for the food, but I’m also here for a bit of information.”
Maaro really should have been expecting that, running in a crowded part of town. OF course, she was still surprised when she ran into the man who had a good foot of height on her, and who was carrying around a wicked looking spear. She also should have apologized to the man, but, true to her nature, she merely yelled at him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU DAMN MORON? CAN’T YOU SEE WHERE YOU’RE GOING? I OUTTA KICK YOUR HEAD IN!” Storming off, Maaro headed back to her shop. She’d been out on a “lunch” run, and had her liquor tucked underneath one arm. (Most of the local distilleries sent her Christmas cards) as she opened the door to her small building, she heard feet shuffling inside.
Narrowing her eyes, Maaro edged in the door, silently making her way towards the commotion. Two thuggish fellows in burglar colors were shifting through the weapons in her shop. Maaro sighed. She’d refused that oaf Berkin’s offer to imbue one of his weapons mainly because he WAS an oaf, so he’d obviously sent some muscle to “Persuade” her to do it for him. Making sure she could unsheathe her nagamaki at a moment’s notice, she screamed as girlishly as she could. She absolutely detested acting weak, but if it won her a battle without destroying her shop, it was worth it. She two hustled towards her, and she bolted out into the street. The two caught up with her soon, and drew cutlasses. Easy Cheesy thought Maaro, whipping around and drawing her weapon. The two thugs were startled that a woman could have pulled a weapon on them, and even more surprised when she gave them a demonic smile, and gave them the “bring it” finger. They rushed her. “Big mistake, guys” she muttered, stabbing her nagamaki into the ground. With a wrenching Screech, the unwilling turf finally gave way, and an explosion of cobblestones and earth blasted the two criminals. “EARTH REAVER!” Maaro shouted in triumph. She had only drawn a small crowd this time, much to her dismay. Usually when she fought, she got bigger crowds. Oh well, there was always the next battle.
Just as she was heading back to her shop, a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, lifting her bodily into the air. “FGAFGAFGAFGAFGA! Little wench, you have certainly met your match, for I am Berkin’s right hand man, Pietrov! Struggle as you might, you cannot hope to overcome me!” Maaro desperately scanned her surroundings for a way out. She suddenly spotted the guy who had bumped into her earlier. She immediately wished she hadn’t cursed him out quite as hard. “O-OI! Spear-San! Can you give a lady a hand? She REALLY REALLY NEEDS IT!”
Jerome kept wandering around the town aimlessly. The man who had invited him there must be somewhere and Jerome wanted to find him. But this far, all this walking had only been a way of killing time. Jerome sighed and stopped. He looked around him while thinking what he should try next. Maybe he should just stand here and hope that man would bump into him? That probably wouldn't happen, but walking hadn't got him anywhere either. Jerome was lost into his thoughts and suddenly, someone actually bumped into him.
''Hey! Watch it you-'' Jerome started shouting at the person who ran into him. That person was a girl, much smaller than he was. But even though she was small compared to him, she seemed to pack quite a punch.
''WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU DAMN MORON? CAN'T YOU SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING? I OUTTA KICK YOUR HEAD IN!'' the girl shouted and ran away. Jerome was pretty surprised and couldn't get a word out of his mouth. He was standing there dazed for a good while before he snapped out of it.
''What... Was that? I didn't know a girl as sweet looking as she could yell like that...'' Jerome said with a confused voice. If the girl would've been a guy, Jerome would have pretty sure kicked his ass for being so rude. At least tried to. Jerome started to walk away, but then he could hear someone scream. With a rather feminine voice. Jerome ran towards the voice to see what was going on. Someone was probably in trouble. When he got there, there was already a small group gathered to see what was going on. Two guys were fighting against a girl. The same girl who had bumped into him earlier. She seemed to have no trouble against the thugs and finished them off pretty quickly. Jerome was staring at the girl, shocked. Who could've thought that this girl would be so strong. Jerome was about to leave the battle scene but then stopped, thinking that he might have to check if the thugs were okay. But they probably wouldn't deserve it.
When Jerome looked back at the girl, someone had grabbed her from behind and lifted her into the air. The girl didn't seem to get out of the man's grasp and was asking Jerome to help her.
''...Spear-san? I think she means you, Meimei. What do you say, you wanna help her even though she was rude to you? ...Right.'' Jerome asked his spear and walked in front of the girl and the man.
''Hey, you. You big guy. You should let her down. She's mentally unstable and needs her medicine. You don't want her to lose her mind, now do you?''
When Krale returned to his blacksmith shop, he immediately changed when Boos Tange walked in.
"Hey Krale! We gots a customer! Come 'ere!" Shouted Boss Tange
"Riiight.." Replied Krale slowly as he walked to the counter. A woman was standing there.
"How can I help you said Krale as he leaned on the counter"
(Theres not alot I can do with something this short but I'll wing it....)
Walking up to the counter Clara pulled both her throwing knives out of her belf and threw them into the top of the counter infrount of Krale. Watching him flinch Clara allowed herself a little smille and stopped infount of the counter.
"When you've quite recovered give them a sharpen and make sure they are ballanced or next time I try that it may hurt someone. How much is that going to cost or will this cover it" With that Clara produced her 'pirate card' and hoped it would save her a little cash.
Krale came back to his sences seeing that card. "So he recurited you aswell then. With that this ones on me." He pulled the two matched knives out of the counter and turned them over and testing the edge. "What have you been doing with these thats made them so noticed and the points on these are almost bent over."
Casually she replied "Yeah I know I've have to re-point them a few times but alteast maps don't seem to unravel when you've got both of them holding it open. Also they make a good sharpener or nail trimmer" Turning to head out she asked "So wheres a nice quite place to get a bite to eat and stay the night? I don't want anything thats on the main stretch."
Krale almost looked shocked at her casual reply about the knives. "Thats no way you should treat blades like these." Clara just shrugged at this. "I suppose there are a few places you can try but I would avoid the Drunken Rodger if you want to keep things quite."
With that Clara left the shop in seach of a nice quite bar for a good drink and a decent nights sleep.
“You know.. you shouldn’t treat your blades like this..” said Krale.
The woman just shrugged and left after asking where a nice quite place to eat is.
As she left, he called behind her, “My name is Krale Uero, nice to meet you”
“Clara” She said as she left.
“Shees… women these days,” Sighed Krale, “Cant keep some simple daggers in check” He stalked off into his smithing area, when Tange walked in.
“Krale, how much she pay you for that?” He asked bluntly.
“Oh it’s on the house for her” Said Krale as he started to heat the blades.
“What? Is she yer gal friend ‘dere Krale? BAHAHA” Laughed Tange
“Nah, we are joining the same pirate crew though” Said Krale, Tange’s face darkened.
“Joinin’ a pirate crew you say?” Said Tange, not trying to suppress his sadness, “Ya’ know Krale? You were da’ best black smit I ever had work fer meh” Said Tange, Krale could hear his voice quiver.
“Sorry boss, I was gonna tell you earlier” Said Krale Apologetically.
“Don’ worry bout it son” Said Tange wiping back a tear. “You young’ins aught to move on wit’ yer lives, can’t keep livin wit yer bosses eh?” Said Tange.
“Tange, the past year you were like a father to me” Admitted Krale as he pounded the daggers, and dipped them into cold water. “You let me live here, free of wage.. and”
“BAHAHA don’t be silly son” Said Tange, “I took half yours salary for that!”
“WHAT!?” Said Krale stomping his foot.
Tange bursted out laughing, as Krale started to as well.
”Thank you Tange” Said Krale after their outburst of laughter.
“Thank YOU Krale” Said Tange as he left for his office. “When do ya leave?”
“Last day of the festival” Replied Krale as he turned on the spinner, and prepared the daggers for sharpening.
“Well ya better pack up dere son” Said Tange, “Ill close the shop so you can have some peace, as soon as that lil’ lady comes back”
“Right, almost forgot to ask yer” Said Tange as he poked his head out from his doorway.
“Who’s gonna be yer capt’n?”
“Zason Okanaki” Said Krale as he set aside the second Dagger, and set them on the shelf behind the counter and sat down in the chair behind the counter.
“Yer a lucky man, his brother was a great man, Jason was his name, Zason is also a great man, most call’im Z” Said Tange.
I guess that explains the note on the side of the invitation Thought Krale.
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Jackson leaned on the bar in front of Meijin and said, “I’m privy to a lot of information here, so we’ll just hope what you’re lookin’ for is what I know,” as he took the gold coin from Trivalu’s hand. With his right hand, the Triviamaster started shoveling food into his mouth, and with his left hand, reached into his pocket and produced a familiar invitation card. At first sight of the card, Jackson thought to himself, ”Damn fool, he should have just kept his money. Guess he doesn’t know the power that little card holds around here.”
Between bites of food and gulps of rum, Meijin said, “I’d like to know a little bit more about this invitation. Like who else around here has one and where I can find them.”
Jackson stood back up and crossed his arms. Smiling, he said, “I’ve seen a few with that card today, although they’re not here right now. If I were one to guess, I’d say there’s probably around 10 of you with that invitation. A few of ‘em live on the island, but there’ll probably be some like yourself who’ve come here upon that card’s request.”
With his right hand still shoveling in food, Trivalu used his left hand to take out a notebook and pencil. He set the notebook on the bar and started taking notes. “Could you give me some descriptions of the people who were in here earlier?” A thoughtful expression came across Jackson’s brow as he said, “There’s been so many people in and out that I can’t really remember anyone in particular.”
Finishing the last of his rum, the Triviamaster let out a deep sigh and leaned back on his bar stool. “Well, then before I’m off to my next stop, could you give me the descriptions of anyone suspicious who came in today?”
“Well, besides yourself, let’s see . . .” Jackson glanced around the room and noticed the guy he had used the “Ultimate Chocker” technique on earlier. “See that guy with the black skin and white hair at the other end of the bar? His name is K. He came in a little before you and I gave him a hearty TradeTown “Hello.” Come to think of it, he really didn’t like that, and it seems to me like he’s had his eye on you since you got here.”
With his eyes shielded by the sunglasses, Meijin turned his attention down to the other side of the bar where a rather toned being sat. He wrote down in his notebook beside the first number of a 10 number list, “K.” Spinning around on the bar stool, he got up, thanked Jackson for the food and information and left the bar. Quickly turning a corner, Trivalu pulled out his sketchbook and did a quick portrait sketch of the “K” that he saw at the end of the bar. Peeking around the corner, the Triviamaster waited for a few minutes and saw K emerge from the bar. ”Damn. And I had other places I needed to go too. Oh well, I guess a little company wouldn’t hurt . . . if it came to that.”
K had been aware of the figure in the white coat who had been studying him since the moment he walked into the establishment. Deciding to find out why this person was taking notes on him K followed him shortly after when he left paying his tab with what was left of his stolen belli. Once in the streets K had an odd feeling he was being watched. Disturbed by this K nonchalantly headed down a nearby alley.
Meijin followed but paused a moment before the entrance to the alley and considered the possibilities of a trap. Concerned Meijin wished Quiz was here to scout ahead. Unfortunately Quiz was not but Meijin continued regardless. Cautiously with his right hand on the hilt of his sword Meijin entered the alley.
Moments later Meijin noticed large amounts of blood stains on the ground and walls. "What a messy job" Meijin thought to himself while looking for signs of a body. Shocked, Meijin spotted a body that was not camouflaged by any means for the only attempt was a single box placed over half the body. Meijin began approaching the body when suddenly a voice appeared from behind.
"Make any sudden movement and ya gunna be join'n em' kay? Now turn round slowly" K ordered
"I was too careless." Meijin thought to himself while turning to face the voice. The figure had two sabers drawn and was clearly ready to kill.
"Normally I'd just kill ya but I was wonderin' what ya were writin' in that book of yours." K said while studying Meijin.
"Well I suppose it would not hurt to tell you" Meijin responded while pulling out the page that had the letter "K" written on it.
Showing the page to K. Meijin continued, "I received an invitation requesting me to come to this island and join a crew which I assume 10 others have been invited as well including yourself if I am not mistaken."
"Hmm, ya I got that invitation lost it though." returned K
While pocketing the notebook Meijin spoke further, "I meant you no ill ease I simply wanted to study and investigate if you were one of the invited as well. I see I was correct however."
After a few moments of confused facial expression K finally spoke, "So... hmmm... does that mean ya know where that Banana guy is?
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The hallway was dark after about 30 feet of steps stairs became a long smelly tunnel with a green liquid in the middle of it. Zason walked to one side ignoring Alex who was covering his nose and making unnecessary noises. Finally the corridor branched off and a large square broke the corridor in two. To any regular stranger you would think this large square was a processing part of the sewer but those who used it knew it as the under ground.
Zason ran his fingers down the corner until he found the loose brick. Sliding it aside he stuck his card through the crack it made. Behind the wall Zason heard voices, Zason telepathically told Alex
Disapear but don't go far I like my trump card hidden but never out of reach.
Aye-Aye Alex responded via telepathy and melted into the floor. At that moment the crack became a parting of the walls. The corner walls pivoted just enough to let a body through. Zason pulled his cloak tighter and slipped through.
The room was very spacious with many shady characters standing around and a stone bowl in the middle that sank a good 15 feet. Zason approached the bowl and looked up just enough to see the king of the underground. Sitting on what was rightfully his thrown was Jigen Suikaru with his claw on one hand and his six foot long katana across his lap. He looked on the fight that was going on in the bowl intently like a wild devil. When the fight was over Zason noticed the many vanilla incense being burned to keep out the sewer smells. A man aproached Jigen and whispered something in his ear Jigen looked up and saw the hooded figure and said, "State your business in the underground."
Zason said, "I have come to find out how the prodigal son has fallen so far into corruption."
"Why you..." With that Jigen jumped and swiped at Zason who let the claw catch his hood, but dodged the brunt of the blow. Ripping away his black hood his blue pony tail swung out and he turned to show the underground his face. Although some hesitated in a few seconds everybody but Jigen bowed.
"How can you walk in here after deserting us four years ago!" Jigen shouted pointing a single clawed finger at Zason and drawing his sword.
(Too much to post at one time be exited about the next one)
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