You are not logged in.
Life is fleeting. There is no stopping it, time is without break. Each moment that passes is lost, never to be recovered. There is but one hope, one chance at preserving life. The power to do so lies in my hand. Today marks the start of my journey. I have left my hometown of St. Koloko much to the dismay of my family, with the exception of my little brother who helped to encourage me. This camera we bought together belongs to the both of us. Oh, I wished that he could have come with me. It is sad, but with his condition, a life on the seas, especially in the Grand Line, would be too difficult for him. He said it was OK, but I knew from the look in his eyes that was a lie. I promised him I would send a copy to him of all my photos so that he could "travel" with me. My first stop is the Town of the Beginning and the End. A common stop, a tourist attraction, I know, but a necessary one. Only there can I hope to find a ship that will take me into the unknown, beyond the mountains into the world of dreams, The Grand Line. There, I will find the world's greatest secrets, and I will share it with everyone
Argus Berville gently rested the pen onto the table and stowed away his journal into the medium-sized courier bag laid at his feet. On the rise up, he withdrew his most beloved possession, a bulky but fair quality camera. It had seen better days but it came at a good price and was still widely used. It was with this that he hoped to capture the world's greatest moments on film. He carefully placed it back into the bag, slightly rearranging various knicks and knacks to make room. He looked outside the porthole, and watched as the last hints of sunlight fade into the horizon. "I wonder if there's a way to take pictures at night," he mused to himself. It had been a long day, and he was greatly exhausted. He shuffled quietly over to bed and laid down, not even bothering to change the clothes he was wearing. By tomorow afternoon, if everything went all right, the ship would arrive in Loguetown harbor. Already his mind captured ideas of what his camera would capture on film as he gently fell asleep.
Although Argus slept peacefully, it was not to last. For sometime late at night, he was woken by a large, booming sound. The ship was rocking from the force, and not moments later alarm bells rang throughout the ship, and the intercom Den Den Mushi was calling out.
"Attention! All Military personal are required to return to their posts- All non-Military personal, please remain calm and return to your rooms- The situation is under control. Repeat: All Military personal--"
The announcement is interrupted by another booming sound and shock to the ship- which Argus finally recognizes it for what it was; an explosion. They were being attacked.
Pirates. It had too be them- who else would have the gal to attack a Military cargo ship, and so close to Loguetown? Either they were very stupid, or very arrogant-- or very strong. But Argus didnt want to think that, because if they were strong, there was a chance that they would win. And that meant that he could die if the Pirates were cruel enough.
With these thoughts, any sane person would have listened to the announcement to protect themselves. They would have known their best chance was to trust the Marines and stay put. So the fact that he had grabbed his courier bag before dashing out the room proved that 'sanity' was something he was lacking.
The Marine vessel Eschuteon housed a small company of Marines, mostly new recruits so that they could get their feet wet before joining a proper naval unit. The commander of the vessel, an elder captain on the verge of retirement, was equally flabbergasted and impressed at the audacity of the pirates to attack this close to Loguetown. Though his eyes were well past their peak, he easily made out the Jolly Roger that flew in the wind, a feminine skull with dark-red lips.
It was the pirate ship Bloody Mary, no doubt at her helm was the captain, "Blood-Lips" Jubilee. A name unknown only a few months before, she rose to prominence after the downfall of Arlong and now holds a bounty of 1.5 million Beris. She is famous for her remarkable beauty and dark-red lips, said to be colored from the blood of the men she's killed, as well as leaving her mark on the captain of any vessel she raids. Try as he might, the old captain could not hold back a perverted smile, regardless of the outcome, he looked forward to meeting her.
In the meantime, Argus was doing his best to avoid running into any Marines in fear of being escorted back into his room. When the opportunity presented itself, he would snap a quick picture of the Marines arming the cannons or a superior giving out orders. For the most part, the Marines were too busy to pay him any mind so Argus slowly worked his way towards the bow of the ship in order to catch sight of the assailants. There in the midst of the dark night, the flag of Bloody Mary waved triumphantly and the roars of the pirate crew could be heard. Not missing a beat, Argus snapped several shots before feeling a tight grip on his shoulder. "You, you're not supposed to be here," he heard the voice bark, before turning around to see Marine soldier, sword drawn.
Argus stammered and muttered, unable to say a word to the Marine.
Before either of them could continue, shouts came from the stern that included, "Ambush!" and "We've been boarded!" The soldier grimaced and looked at Argus before throwing him into a group of barrels, "Hide, quickly! And don't make a sound!", before running to join his mates. Without really thinking, Argus complied, hiding inside an empty barrel. He barely made it in when the sound of hooks latching onto the ship shocked him. Again, without thinking, he grabbed his camera, aiming the lens through the holes of the barrel, silently taking shots as a small group of men climbed aboard, lead by a beautiful woman with blood red lips.
Bloody Lips's shoes clacked against the wood of the ship rather loudly, pounding an incessant rhythm into the heads of the marines with their smooth beat. She had gone through quite a bit to get those shoes, and she would not let them be given a mere passing glance. True, high-heels were not the best footwear when you were constantly in the middle of action, but she wasn't about to take them off over such a silly matter as twisted ankles....
The group of men behind her were obviously accustomed to these shoes and their rhythm-- they walked in step with their captain perfectly, only adding to the volume of the clack-clacking. Had any of the marines been close enough, they would have heard the pirates' breathing was, indeed, in time with their walk. It seemed that Bloody Lips not only made men do her will with her astounding beauty, but her perfect, rhythmic walk quickly drove into the hearts and minds of her crew until they were all but brain-washed to her bidding.
"Good evening, captain," the woman said smoothly as the group, in unison, stopped walking. "Or, should I say 'good morning'? It's so late into the night that I'm not even sure." She cast her gaze to the black sky slowly before turning back to the marines. "I'm sure all of your passengers are sound asleep right now, feeling oh-so-safe with their precious marines protecting them. Whatever would they do if they knew I could wipe you all out in an instant?" She began to laugh, and as expected, her followers laughed as well in the exact same way. The marine captain grit his teeth, understanding fully how any man could be controlled by this woman. "But," she continued, "I suppose that maybe-- maybe-- they could just keep sleeping without ever having known of this incident...." Bloody Lips looked at the captain out of the corner of her eyes, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.
She smiled, and began to approach him while silently telling her crew to stay put. "If you could just find it in your heart to spare a.... poor, lost little girl...." --she traced a line on his chest with her finger, the marine responding with a reddening of his cheeks-- "....all your rations, ammunition, and weapons.... I'd be happy to just keep sailing onward without any casualties." With the last word, she drew her sword and threw it at a nearby barrel, all within a split-second. "Understand?" she finished, her men rejoining her.
In the barrel, Argus was almost hyperventilating. He had been photographing the entire exchange between the two through a hole, and it was only at the last second that he had seen her draw a sword. He had somehow reacted fast enough to just carely escape being skewered; the very tip of his nose was bleeding where the sword had cut it. But he had to work on being silent, for fear of being heard by this deadly woman.... She hadn't seemed to notice his being in the barrel, and he could only hope he could escape without detection.
Last edited by Evil.Eebil (2008-12-14 17:42:53)