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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?"

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.

(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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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.

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'

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.

“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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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.”

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?''

(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.

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.”

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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