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Post by notdomino on Jul 12, 2023 7:06:23 GMT
"Agreed, he's the type to figure something out in the worst perdicaments." To Mouse with a smirk. The man would stare at Cherie. He didn't know her but she was a crewmate all the same, he'd have to at least give her his name. "Eckart...though like the others, you may call me Knuckle." He'd give a slight nod, before deferring to Davey's request of peace and getting the hell out of here taking priority. The two newbies, well Cherie was the only one who'd know who they were, and Heavy would have to have to final word on if they could stay or if they were fish food. With gloved fists, he'd stand at the forefront with Monet. He'd smirk as such a small girl wield such a long and brilliantly shiny weapon. She was the youngest, so it likely meant she'd grow into the weapon with a few inches of height.
So with an order to hunker down, he'd bouncy on the balls of his feet. He was ready to outright abuse these guys. "I've had a real shit day, I'm glad there are volunteer punching bags walking up. " He'd openly taunt them. He was quite seriously though, a shadow casting over his face as he bash both gloves into each.
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Heavy frowned as Don didn't take his offer. More accurately, Don was offended by the offer. Maybe it was a greedy offering... "I see I see. Though Jimmy can't hold a candle to me now. He's degraded into a mere top goon among scrubby goons. I want more, I'm sorry. More than this island has to offer. " He'd shift his shoulder to loosen on the sashes across his shoulder. He was getting a bad feeling from the man this whole time. Perhaps this was one of those unavoidable situations. "Content..." He'd released the anchor as he heard the sound of a rifle. The mass of metal would cause the bullet to plink off and ricochet into the floorboards. The thud of the anchor would be heard as it wedged itself into the ground directly in front of him. " I don't think that word is in my vocabulary." The Don would speak of Garcia making him un comfortable. The orange haired Captain would light the cigarette that hung from his mouth, simultaneously the anchor and it's chain would being flailing in unnatural way.
With a smoky huff, "So everything ends here for you? Perhaps there's another service you may be looking for." He'd keep one hand with cigarette close to his lip, the other lightly traced along the chain and controlled the flag-like movements of his weapon. He'd hold himself back from attacking despite Krow's obvious distaste of him. Garcia smirked, "What if I find you a devil fruit? There's bound to be one floating around the island, or some island nearby?"
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Post by Time on Jul 15, 2023 21:23:27 GMT
The first two men of the scrappers came up, attempting to smack knuckles with a hammer and a crowbar, both going for the predictable head shot that would quickly render their opponent useless to stop them. Another two quickly attempted to follow up, one with a saw who tried to drag it across Knuckle if he were to try and dodge them; and a fourth from the left side who tried to hook around his leg. They were obviously going to gang up on Knuckle due to numbers, but they weren't fighters. They worked hard to quickly scrap things, but scrapping wood with tools and tenacity could only take someone so far, and their dedication to going through with the job was apparent. Monet would quickly flash and blind a few men, some of them gripping their faces, before being sliced with her blade. Monet had no quarry with cutting down scavengers, as well as those who were obviously willing to draw blood. This just made it easier on her conscious as she focused on taking down the next one in line with a pommel strike to the stomach, followed by a reverse swing with the back of her blade which the guy would be sent flying towards knuckles.
Krow grimaced at the shot ricocheting off the anchor that he had seen before, the bullet pinking off the floor as the pistol's shot failed to do anything. Stepping back, Krow would realize that Garcia was indeed a far more experienced fighter than Jimmy could ever be. The fact he had predicted and anticipated a sneak attack meant as much. Holding the knife up, Don Krow prepared to fight, only to see Garcia genuinely attempt to coerce him. "You just don't get it. I control everything here. If I want booze, someone will give it to me on a golden platter. If I want women, then they come flocking towards me. I don't need the world you idiot. If you even had a lick of sense, you'd see that you're just wasting your life chasing a fool's dream! Why should I waste my time doing nothing that'll make me more content?!"
Don stopped talking as he focused on the waving chain and anchor. Krow realized that he'd need to stay on the offensive, but before he could, Garcia's smirk and next words suddenly made him pause. A devil fruit? Krow glanced at the man, eyes narrow as he kept a low stance, seeming like a vulture almost. "Devil fruit you say..... I wouldn't mind it..... in fact, I'd say that'd be a fair trade...." Krow said, as gears began to turn in his head. "However.... I'm going to need insurance." It was clear what Garcia was trying to do. Since the man had made it clear that he wasn't one to be an underling, Krow needed to get something that he'd be able to use as leverage. "If you want to leave Knuckle here until you get one, I'm fine with that... but I'm certain you don't want to do that, now do you?"
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Post by notdomino on Jul 30, 2023 7:29:13 GMT
The only fool for Garcia was the Don for not understanding the magnitude of the One Piece. It was an awe-inspiring dream given to the masses by the Jolly Devil himself. If he didn't understand, then he simply didn't understand. It would be a waste of breath to explain it. Insurance... well, it wasn't a bad prospect, but getting everyone to the ship was the whole point of coming. In fact... Garcia thought to himself. Where the hell are they anyway? If they hadn't gone to his side, they'd likely gone to the ship... Actually... Shit! Heavy began to realize he was behind schedule. Wouldn't his crew leave him?  To hell with negotiating. "I'm sure you'd understand a Captain can't compromise his crew so easily. I've already fought my way in just to get Knuckle outta here. Why would I take two steps backward? Kuhaha! You're a funny guy. You're a great fucking guy." His finger dragged along the flagged anchor. It whipped violently at his will, crashing into one of the nearby pillars. The building would shake as a result. Heavy took another drag of his cigarette. A hearty pull, taking a quarter of the cancer stick down before spitting it onto the ground. He wouldn't stomp it out. Instead, he'd let the tiny ember build. He'd take a few steps back, yanking the chained weapon back into his palm and pointing it directly at the man. The ember grew into a tiny flame, which he'd only add by tossing a match into it. "I don't think we can come to agreeable terms, friend. I've come for what I want, now it's time to venture away from Hook. If my send-off needs to turn into a Hell Parade where I tear EVERYTHING down on my way out. I'll just have to start here!" He'd smile big at the thought. The embers would find their way to the downed pillars, and finally begin to cook up a fire. Don Krow a man with everything was challenging Heavy a man whose dream was to conquer everything. Natural Enemies. _____________________________________________ "Can I get to the breathing room, guys? SHEESH." His playful boxing was in full effect at this point. His movements became unintelligible and almost like a drunk man. "Rolling Thunder."Knuckle's guard loosened as men surrounded him. He'd stumble inadvertently dodging the strikes to the head, and slamming his boxing gloves into the saw and hook. The metal insert inside of his glove would grind against the jagged edge on his way down. It seemed as though the fighter had feinted judging by the body language, but the style was unorthodox to begin with. Pressing both weapons to the ground as he kept fall further, he'd check on his surroundings. He was glad to have kept his eyes off his crewmate! Davy's Vibrant Sword style stunned the guys with the beautiful glint of her long sword. As guys covered their faces, Knuckles legs whipped up to kick both the saw holder and the hook holder with a rather awkward handstand. By this time, Davy sent a whole body his way, to which he'd almost vanish. He'd didn't really vanish, a tiny black bunny sped away from the group, hoping the human projectile would knock the cluttered group down like bowling pins. In a few seconds, he'd arrive to Davy's side so they could face the numbers properly. |
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Post by Time on Oct 23, 2023 1:06:42 GMT
Knuckle's movements were flawless, though Davy feared she may have struck him with the wayward scavenger only to see him pop up right behind her. "Alright, We'll hold them of until we're ready to go. We can fight these small fry until then. It's heavy's own fault if he can't make it to us in time!" For now, until something different happened.... it was all up to Garcia to make it back before it was too late.....
Garcia would be half right in his thoughts. Most of his crew trusted that he could at least make it back right before they sailed off too far. Even his choice to bring down the fighting club with the anchor was a well thought out one. He could flatten himself and move away after all....
Except that there was one problem. As Don Krow didn't flinch when the man denied the insurance, and watched as the anchor flew into a support pillar the crushing of wood had covered up a different sound.....
"Fair.... I figured that you'd say that. I respect anyone who grew up on this island after all. We aren't the same breed of folk as those peace loving ones..... You either take... you get taken from." He said, tossing his own cigar on top of Garcia's. The combination of the two would quickly start a fire as the pillar blazed to life, the cured wood being soaked with dried Cresols to prevent rotting. At the same time, he in his attempt to catch Garcia off guard by burning his own place to the ground, he tossed a sphere of sorts at Garcia....
The Captain would only have a moment to recognize the threat not as a traditional weapon..... but the black metal sphere with a burning fuse that indicated the nature of it. An explosive! "I don't let ANYONE TAKE FROM ME! I'LL TAKE FROM MYSELF!" Don Krow yelled, his face shadowed with dark determination, as he pulled his cloak around him. It wouldn't be until now with the fires of the pillar illuminating the poorly lit arena that Heavy could tell that the fabric he had assumed was feathers on his cloak was in fact a series of long scales that made the fabric an effective defense against being stabbed in the back while having the illusion of feathers.
A flash rang out as the fuse burnt down, and unless Garcia did something to stop it, the explosive would go off not only in his face, but would likely deal massive damage to him. Even the wiggly and heavy hitting captain couldn't avoid the force, fire, and shrapnel at point blank if he didn't try to do something.
Regardless of what he did to mitigate the damage, the Fighting Club would suddenly explode into a massive blast, splinters flying through the air as those within the immediate area panicked and ran away. Others would become concerned for their boss who they had left inside. When the explosion settled, the building had mostly caved in on one corner, and a gaping smoking hole was seen through it. Rubble, wooden planks and destroyed furniture would be seen strewn about, blasted or on fire at this point as the blazing pillar had spread it's influence quickly with the additional fuel.
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Post by notdomino on Oct 23, 2023 4:34:11 GMT
Heavy eyed the man as the anchor retracted back to his own hand. Something was definitely up. Take from himself? By reflex, Heavy braced himself but when he noticed the fuse... fight or flight took over. For now, his instincts were telling him to get to his crew so that's what he'd think about. Sadly there wasn't much time with the incoming flash. "Heavy Passport!" He'd fling the anchor at a breakneck speed, his body would follow as he turned himself into a lightweight flag. As the explosion rang out, Garcia seemed to be missing. In actuality, he was in the midst of the rubble, his flag-thin frame allowing him to slowly slither around. Time was of the essence and this fire was not on his side. He'd curse under his breath as he just barely made it outside. Dragging himself up to his feet, he sent his anchor to thrash the outside of the building and goad the man outside. He was backing away slowly as he did this, gathering intel and resources as he looked around. Blood followed his footsteps, and he couldn't even tell where it was coming from. With a full breath finally, he'd turn and take a hobbling jog away. "Come and get me!"
If Krow wanted to choke on smoke, that was fine. He'd tug on the chains of his weapon one last time as he got some distance, and whip his wrist. The anchor would follow the rotation, and snag a burning piece of wood like a grappling hook and sling it to the nearest buildings. He'd set the whole island ablaze, staying true to his word of creating a Hell Parade. The trick to this scheme? "FIIIIIIIIIIRE!" That's right, he was going to attract as much attention to him and Krow as possible. The citizens would have to either get out of the way or focus their efforts on trying to put that fire out. A large chunk of this plan would be up to circumstance and luck. He just hoped his crew were holding down the fort until he got there. Hook wasn't that large of an island. He just had to make it to the port!
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Post by Time on Oct 28, 2023 20:25:27 GMT
Heavy's instincts were on the dot, only barely allowing him to avoid the worse possible outcome as he escaped the rubble. Indeed, Heavy had been injured, his own uniform frayed, torn up in various places, and singed by the blast and fire. Further more, he was covered in scratches, cuts, and a few red spots where burns had occurred. The blood dripping from him wasn't life threatening, but it did indicate he had been injured somewhere. Stepping back, he'd find quickly that he was unsteady on one side as pain shot into him like a needle. Still, he could push through it. A medical professional would very likely need to either be visited or recruited next... People around him were quick to either scatter, or run away in fear. Of course when Heavy screamed out fire, the attitude changed instantly. While the Don did own the island, people still lived there. Those nearby who realized the very real danger of the fire were quick to spread the word, before people began to approach with whatever water they could gather nearby, from wash baskets to cups. Fire was a devastating threat to a city island like this.
Heavy's work wouldn't be noticed thankfully, or he'd have had a mob surrounding him to hold him down to prevent further arson. He wouldn't be able to continue unless he wanted that end; however it would mean that most of Don's goons would be focused on handling the emergency. Smoke quickly began to billow, and with it the updraft that could give Heavy a way to escape if he could find a high point. Another Heavy Passport could likely give him the chance.....
Through the smoke and rubble, Don had not only survived, but his destruction had been controlled. Despite the reckless act; the fact Heavy had chosen to escape was enough to confirm a weakness. Explosives were not that pirate's friend.... Of course Krow stood up, wrenching a shard of timber from his coat. He hadn't been lucky, but it was a sacrifice to his Raven Knife Cloak. He had no other explosives with him... but walking towards the exit door that was... mostly... operational. Jimmy ran up, his goons quickly wondering what had happened, before Don snatched a rifle from one of them. Looking around he saw that a building was catching fire, and he could hear Garcia's voice over the flames of his old establishment. Was the man trying to keep himself from being shot by making a crowd? Unlikely, but he would come around the corner, pointing towards the fires, "PUT IT OUT YOU DIMWITS!" He barked orders, turning to try and catch the image of Garcia.... then he saw clothing on a nearby line flickering up.
Instantly, he cocked his rifle, attempting to watch for anything that didn't match the blue and white of the sky along the dark grey and black smoke. The moment he saw any flicker of a rogue cloth that was far too high, he'd home in, and fire; landing a hit.... on where and what, he wouldn't know for certain.
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Post by notdomino on Nov 1, 2023 6:25:00 GMT
Garcia felt empowered as a crowd gather to deal with the fire. He knifed his way through the streets in order to reach a specific stall. He'd snag some fireworks and set them ablaze into the sky. It was a sign to his crew, he was on the way, and simultaneously a big middle finger to the Don. With heavy breaths, he could see the shore in the distance. Just a little bit further. If he squinted hard enough, he could see the Ocean Taurus. That was his goal! Just the thought of seeing his crew gave him a second wind. His steps held more confidence now, and even a tiny bit more strength and snap with each stride.
In the distance, Knuckle nudged Mouse. "Think that's him? Gotta be, right?" He seemed a bit worried. As the crew's sniper, she could give some support from afar. While the woman possesed a unique close ranged fox hunt style, she still was a top notch sniper in the traditional sense. Just in case, the man kept his gloves on and looked onward.
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Post by Time on Nov 1, 2023 17:54:44 GMT
A shoot would ring out at the same time as the whistle of the fireworks that Heavy lit. One of them detonated early, while the other lifted far into the air before doing so. Krow cursed as he looked at what he had shot, and now realized all the more that things were going sour quickly, as the sparks from the firework he had shot landed on sun dried roofs of old ships and thatch roofing, further creating fires that were beginning to spiral out of control. Soon the entire island would be set ablaze, and with it Krow would lose his greatest gamble.
He cursed Garcia's name under his breath. "Pray the fire gets you before I do....."
Heavy would find that one of his fireworks exploded early, setting several huts and houses before him ablaze. While his Flutter flutter fruit would allow him flight, there was an risk that came with being so thin. He could catch fire not unlike a cloth before a blaze. Sure, he wasn't exactly like a cloth, but flattening himself could risk fire causing more damage and spreading with less surface area to cover. He'd have to now limit his options until he exited the flames that were trying to surround him, as people began to run away in fear, "Fire!" "Arson!". Would be heard from the people running, no longer believing it to be a simple accident.
To his left, Heavy would spot a pair of children, street rats, attempting to run away from the flames through an alleyway, only they weren't noticing the flames that were about to cause a beam connecting two buildings half hazardously start to crumble. In the distance he'd spot the sails of his ship, his crew preparing to take sail within a few minutes, enough for him to barely make it right before the gang plank was raised.
Behind him, he'd hear the cry, "Garcia!! Where are you Garcia?!
At this moment, time seemed to slow down as Garcia's adrenaline spiked to abnormal levels. Escape? Save? Abandon? Fight? Warn? Fly?
The number of choices before him were endless. The question was this. If this was the first step on his journey to be the King of Pirates, how would his tale start?
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Post by notdomino on Dec 1, 2023 4:10:57 GMT
Garcia trudged forward ignoring the threat. Fuck them kids! Fuck the people! Fuck this whole island! In all the chaos, Heavy lit more fireworks to set more flame among the different stalls. It all could go down crumbling for all he cared. He scanned the different shops as he ran. AH! Without slowing down, he stuck his hand out as he passed large thing metal sheets. They'd turn into flags as soon as he touched them so their weight wouldn't deter his stride. The ship was oh so close. Folding up flags was nothing to him, and he made quick work of those metal sheets, tucking them into his breast pocket. This was it!
Down to his last firework... He'd light and launch it toward the docks so his crew knew it was him. "Get that anchor up, we're setting sail!" He commanded. He wasn't panicked. In fact, he was laughing as he ran for his life. All the memories came flooding back. Many of which were his time as a kid in this place. His dad... those fruit sellers... From the first time he'd met Angie, to getting into fistfights with Knuckle, to the time they saved Davy from the slave trader. There were the moments when they became a crew of child bandits stealing from everyone they laid eyes on. There was that moment when they changed into a pirate crew with dreams of taking on the seas promising to take the Ocean Taurus into the blue. It wasn't always easy. There was the time they had to beat Cheri and trick her into becoming a member... even the scuffles with Jimmy and his goons before this. They were all precious memories, almost enough to put a tear in his eye. The captain smiled big, only destruction and carnage left behind in his blaze of glory. His eyes were set on future endeavors; good times, bad times, triumphs, and struggles. They faced them in the past, and there were only more to come. He'd welcome that uncertain feeling in the pit of his stomach and stride forward anyway! He was ready to leave this shit-hole island behind and take on the world! To become the man greater than the king of pirates, but to become the man who conquers the world! He was a man wished to enter the realm of the highest!
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Post by Time on Dec 10, 2023 1:28:55 GMT
Fire spread as everything in the crowded scoundrel town of Hook Island began to suffer a misfortune that was equal to it's karmatic deeds. So many who had suffered would continue to suffer, but so would those who had taken advantage of others. That was simply how life was. Those who could push back against their own suffering, and rise to eventually take their own fate and destiny into their own hands earned that right through their pain. Everyone of the Heavy Pirates Crew knew this; as they saw the blaze; before they watched the blaze, the scavs having left to help with water, having chosen that saving their current hoard of planks, nails, and canvas was more important than acquiring more. Those who could stand after their fight with lagomorph shifting brawler, and the spectacularly blinding long-swordswoman. Almost like some kind of strange shooting star, Knuckle would spot Garcia flying towards them, a quick order made, despite the fact they were already half way out of the docks. Any later and they'd have left him behind. Garcia would hear chaos, flames, and the hissing of water as the residents of Hook Island ignored his escape. Soon, he'd be over the ship; though the firework was beginning to enter it's final stage, meaning if he didn't let go and make his entrance quickly, he might just set his own ship on fire as well.
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You may now assume full control of your crew if you wish. Any last minute things you wish to do on Hook Island should be done now.
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Post by notdomino on Dec 27, 2023 10:45:46 GMT
The smell of that salty water hit his nose the closer he got. He smirked big as welcoming arms waved him over. It was a daring leap but the boat had already shoved over a few feet. With a thunk and tumble, he'd point his first mate, Mouse to the ship rear where the lower deck canons were. "If you see the glint of any gun, blow their heads off." Knuckle helped the Captain up, before sprinting to help the others with the sail. Cherie steered the ship with ease, and the Ocean Taurus was off. A large sail let itself down boast the crew's symbol. A skull sitting a top of a large anvil. The Heavy Pirates were a crew ready to hold the weight of the world on their shoulders... well, in theory. They still had a ways to go before turning into big shots.
Cherie steered the vessel, whilst Davy stood beside her with a compass and map. The Taurus was a beaut. It took to the waves aggressively while ride quality remained steady and serene BUT there were two new faces. Or rather... blasts from the past, Cherie's old crew Gyle and Jizo. Just because they were doing busy work on the ship didn't mean Heavy wouldn't notice. "Gyle... Jizo... Cherie's old members eh? So what brings you two aboard my ship? Thought I said I'd kill ya the next time I see ya... " He'd rested on the railing. He was a bit worn down from all that running around, but he could still strike someone down with his anchor if he had to. Heavy could remember them clearly. Davy's long sword originally belonged to Gyle the swordsman. Looked like he got accustomed to regular-sized blades afterwards... three to be exact. Heavy stared at the man's hip, before looking at Jizo who found a replacement boomerang and pistol. Quite an unorthodox ranged sniper... Were they worth adding to his crew? He was fine with everyone he procured so far. What did they have to offer him beside having old ties as Cherie's lackeys back in the day?
Knuckle arrived with a large bottle of sake and some cups just in case Heavy wanted to keep them aboard. "Who're they?" The boxer asked. "Oh... you were away fighting by this time. Cherie was their Captain. I made her my crewmate. They were too weak at the time..." He narrowed his eyes at the sake bottle. "They can speak for themselves now though... If I don't like what I hear, they're going to be shark food."
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Post by Time on Jan 7, 2024 22:57:36 GMT
"And they still are captain Asshole." Cherie stated from the helm. The two guys, Gyle and Jizo continued to work, though it was obvious they were now working double time. Cherie would continue, "And you did say you'd give them a choice on whether they'd stay or go. You never said when they had to decide." She finished, before the two looked at the captain. Gyle was the first to speak, "Honestly Captain, she's right. You only said we had to stay or go.. and it's not like we ever left in the first place. You... kinda just sleep most of the time and ignored us. Besides, I've been handling the cooking... even if you got a chef in the future, an extra hand to clean dishes wouldn't hurt."
Jizo nodded, "Right... I've mostly just been cleaning up any mess and repairing things. Sails, frayed ropes, and netting. Me and Gyle are right quiet and sneaky when we wanna be; and honestly we can still fight... just not like you guys... ya'll are monsters honestly." Both of them had points. Someone had to clean, repair, and likely stock up on the standard supplies. Even if they couldn't fight worth a shit, it was clear that Cherie wouldn't take kindly to Heavy killing people she had been working with prior to joining his crew.
"Just leave them be boss." Davy stated, before looking up from the map and compass. "If they can't keep up, we can always abandon them at the next island. Honestly I can't believe you lit Hook Island up like that... Didn't think you'd have it in you considering you grew up there."
Mouse scoffed at that note. "Good, let that damn place burn. Didn't do shit but make life harder than it normally was. And I agree, Davy has a point. and I am NOT cleaning up after your drunken messes." Mouse finished, as she inspected the cannon she was manning. "Besides, I can't move the cannons by myself in an emergency. I've seen Jizo's pistol work. Not the worse, but a bit of training and maybe he could be as sharp as me."
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Post by notdomino on Jan 9, 2024 10:01:23 GMT
Heavy squinted at them. Had they been there the whole time? He wondered... He sincerely made his crew do most of the work... It was very plausible or rather they'd found a loophole in his wording. Seems like Hook was rubbing off on them. It warmed his evil little heart! "That's Mr. Captain Asshole to you, madam." He smirked at her, tapping on Knuckle's shoulder to bring the booze closer. The red-haired pirate poured a shot and took a long pause. "Good point Davy." He was going to trash Hook but Mouse had already done the good lord's work for him. She then said she didn't want to clean up after him, which... hit a nerve. He wanted her to clean up after him for the rest of his life. He stiffened up, staring down at the shot he'd just poured. In an unexpectedly swift effort, Heavy forced a shot of booze down Knuckle's throat. " Yeah well, I've gotten my second mate back. He can teach you two how to bulk up to gain some raw power and speed." Knuckle was always a part of the crew, a shared drink was long overdue. Heavy took a swig, and gave a hearty exhale, while the martial artist was still choking. He smiled to Cherie, then Davy, and the rest. He'd gather more cups, and disperse a cup for each person to drink.
He took another hefty swig and held the bottle up high. This was to address the crew, Gyle and Jizo included, and propose a toast. "Raise your glasses. I'm a captain who can only look forward! I'll make a lot of mistakes, so please do your best to support me!" This was something the girl had heard a million times. He started most toasts like this. "NEWBIES, if you're going to make yourselves useful, then make yourselves useful! Girls... and Knuckle, it's up to you to make sure these guys can get up to my standards. And to all the men on me crew, my only major rule... if any of you land lubbers touch my Mouse, I'll kill ya dead! -Find your own treasure!" He cackled at his own joke before bouncing back into a reality with a hiccup. It wasn't just the ship, he was feeling floaty. He was practically sparkling! Was he drunk already? A long-winded run for his own life took the usual tolerance away... Regardless, his charisma is what kept his crew so fond of him. He was greatly fond of them, even the newbies. " May we reach to top and beyond! Until then, we bear the heavy burden of our dreams, bonds, and struggles. We bear all that weight on our flag! " A final swig would be taken, but he'd lean back a bit too far and land flat on his back. In no time he was out cold, in an exhausted slumber.
Knuckle couldn't help but laugh. "....hmhm! He parties just as hard as he fights. Fine then, I'll cheer to that. All of it! We bear all that weight on our flag!" He'd would take a gulp and scuttle over to prop captain drunky in a proper seat. He couldn't help but laugh again. All those years fighting, this sense of freedom is what he missed. The laughter too! He'd ready another shot for the crew. "Another toast, to Captain Asshole!" He laughed, pointing at their clunked-out captain. Even while in his slumber, Heavy smiled because they were a real crew now!
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Post by Time on Jan 13, 2024 23:35:56 GMT
Cherie laughed at his remark in a scoffing sort of way, "Sure Captain Asshole, we'll arm wrestle to see who wins that one!" She raised an arm in challenge, but it was all in good fun regardless. Her former and now reacquired crewmates looked at each other nervously, before realizing what Heavy had said. "Training....?" "Bulk up?" The two of them looked to Knuckle who was choking on spirits, before nodding. "AYE AYE CAPTAIN!" The spoke in unison, before quickly getting to manning the sails and securing things for the journey.
Of course with Heavy's declaration of claiming Mouse as his, the pale and scarred girl's face soured, but a visible blush of pale red could be seen before she approached, snatching the glass up, before downing it in one go, gritting as she did. Her blush grew a bit more with fire in her throat; "I don't know who told you to call me treasure, but only if I call you Anvil Head." She smiled, before noticing he had dozed off again. Brushing off some ash and soot from his coat. "Also, don't get this burnt. Had a hard enough time fixing it the first time you ripped it."
Cherie who had decended the steps while Gyle took over the wheel gave a knowing look to Mouse, and then to Davy; who would waltz up beside the strong girl and tease, "Careful, the Mouse is getting brave!" Mouse couldn't help but to flip the two of them off, before everyone gathered and took their shots as well, "To the Heavy Priates, May we reach the top and beyond. We bear all that weight on our flag." She, cherie, and Davy spoke, before downing the second round.
Cherie would give the other two, Gyle and Jizo a glass as well, repeating the mantra of their new captain with cheers, before quickly setting back to work. Everything was going hunky dory and smooth. The only thing that marred the brilliant blue expanse for the horizon was a tower of black smoke now far behind them and growing smaller by the minute.....
It would take several hours before the fires were quenched.... by then more than three fourths of Hook Island had been turned to cinders and smoke. Don Krow stared at the pile of ash and charcoal that was his kingdom. He was still the kingpin here on the island. Most of his safe houses for gambling, scamming, and blackmarket trading had survived, but he knew the effects that were bound to happen. The Marines who had left Hook island alone simply because of how cutthroat it was would likely turn their eyes to this misfortune and attempt to seek an opportunity of some kind....
Krow knew this... but he wasn't feeling hatred for Garcia. It was.... Odd..... The man had grown up here, and noticed Garcia several times as just a kid who was lucky he didn't get sold as a freak... yet what that man said echoed in his mind. Jimmy walked up, his mass breaking burnt wood and charcoal alike. "What are we gonna do now boss?" He asked, the etching of nervousness and caution in his voice telling Krow that the man was uneasy.
"Scuttle all but the biggest ships. We'll rebuild while we can.... Make Hook island seem like it recovered quickly, or better yet had no fire." The glow of the Embers in the dying light of the day became more pronounced. "And prepare yourself Jimmy..." the Don said, approaching the man with a menacing grin. Jimmmy was sweating as he began to think he'd be skinned alive for not stopping Garcia. He stood there, sweat covering his body and breaking anew when Don patted him on the side of his thick arm. "You're about to become the new Don of Hook Island." The man stated.
For the first time in a long time, Krow realized something. He had lost.... which made him the one who was wrong. Which meant one thing. Garcia was not only right; but he had a point. "You've got a busy day tomorrow dummy. See you early in the morning." He stated, as crows and gulls circled the ruins of the town as the sun began to slip under the endless sea before Hook Island....
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To hell with negotiating. "I'm sure you'd understand a Captain can't compromise his crew so easily. I've already fought my way in just to get Knuckle outta here. Why would I take two steps backward? Kuhaha! You're a funny guy. You're a great fucking guy." His finger dragged along the flagged anchor. It whipped violently at his will, crashing into one of the nearby pillars. The building would shake as a result. Heavy took another drag of his cigarette. A hearty pull, taking a quarter of the cancer stick down before spitting it onto the ground. He wouldn't stomp it out. Instead, he'd let the tiny ember build. He'd take a few steps back, yanking the chained weapon back into his palm and pointing it directly at the man. The ember grew into a tiny flame, which he'd only add by tossing a match into it. 