[center][u][b]Locke Wind[/b][/u][/center]

Gloom followed in wake of the scourge, captain Locke Wind, as he fared for new shores. The Cruel Knave purposely sailed through a veil of mist, whenever it encroached on foreign territory. The ship's frame and hull were already badly torn, and one of the main sails had been cut clean off. A couple crew mates were already swabbing the deck of blood, from a battle shortly passed. Darkened were the skies at the pirate ships back, as it fled the scene of battle, where smoke lead the souls of the defeated up in to heaven, a place the pirate scourge may never tread. A cargo ship was lit ablaze, and many treasures destined for the country of Wind, were now in the possession of a different Wind.

"[color=2e3192]Tha' whole country be named after me, eh? Well, what're ye deadbeats waitin' for? Haul wind![/color]" Locke snapped at his crew, who would follow his lead by sheer intimidation. "[color=9e0b0f]Aye sir![/color]" His closest mates would echo his voice, as they manned their stations. The Cruel Knave's first impression in the eastern lands surely had to be a memorable one, and so it was decided that one surviver would be let loose to return to their village, to warn the elders of Sunagakure. Locke had a plan from the very beginning, and it required a steady level of infamy in order to succeed. Firstly, the local governments needed to know his name before he could even pronounce theirs, after that, he'd need to teach them the dangers in which followed that name. Once revered, Locke would begin ransoming the ships and treasures he'd capture, or align himself with whoever was warring against the richest of nations. Super simple stuff, really.

Hours would pass, and the daily lives of pirates went on without being described much in this paragraph. "[color=9e0b0f]Land ho![/color]" Broke the silence, a voice thundering down from the crow's nest. Several members of the pirate crew would cheer like landlubbers, but a smile even found its way across the scourge's mouth, though sinister and scary to behold. "[color=2e3192]Ayyy, scout tha' shore fer a dock![/color]" Ordered Locke, and within the minute, a course would be set. "[color=9e0b0f]Thirty degrees east, captain! Small village up ahead, an' a huge open desert at its back![/color]" The sniper explained, and without a response, Locke tilted the steering wheel appropriately. This would be the very first village to greet his crew, after their long and arduous journey, and they'd all pray for comfy beds, wenches, and rum! A fifteen minute gap was all the little wind country village had to prepare itself for the worst.

Locke left the wheel to his quartermaster while preparing himself for the next raid. In his left hand, almost never seen far from his side, was the enchanted treasure chest where he kept his arsenal of weapons and coinage. Slamming the chest down on the deck, the captain unlocked his safe and gazed fondly inside the Tickle Trunk at a mesmerizing pile of coins, goblets, weapons, and pretty much anything else a hoarder might hoard! The pile filled the enchanted chest so high, that Locke could actually reach inside and pull out equipment from the top of the pile! He needed a new set of guns, after wasting his in the last battle, and so he'd stock his chest buckles up with three flintlocks. He'd refill his pouches with gunpowder, and his flasks with rum. A vicious rat would bite and latch on to his arm as he pulled it out the final time. "[color=2e3192]Oi, git![/color]" Locke would growl, snatching the rat by its tail and tossing it overboard. After stuffing some loot from the last raid in to the chest, namely some smoke bombs, kunai, and katanas, he'd lock it tightly, and drag it along with him towards the gangplank. 

Heavy breathing wasn't a sign of nervousness, but a pirate trick to play on the unsuspecting. With every exhale, Locke sprayed a thick and smelly mist in to the air, which would further shroud his ship until it was completely invisible as it approached the fishing village. Shouting would ensue, battle orders meant to prepare for siege. The sails would hold, and the ship stopped with its port side facing the village docks. It approached ever so slowly, ever so cautiously, until the mist would sweep through the village and cause confusion. Before any other wind manipulators could do something about it, the 'warning shots' would have been fired. BANG! The fierce sound of gunfire echoed across the farscape, followed by the war cries of Locke's mighty pirate crew. At least a dozen shots would be fired before the pirates landed, thus instilling fear and chaos in the once peaceful village. Several houses would crumble upon their lost support beams, and a few casualties would be counted before the real fight even started. Screams of despair played a symphony to Locke's evil muse, luring him ever closer, with one leap, he'd be the first man to reach the docks. Many fishermen, women, and children could be seen scrambling through the wreckage, although many others were quick to brandish knives, or prepare hand seals, they were ready for combat.

First at bat, was a sand shinobi wielding a katana! The poor bloke would be knocked aside with ease, and met with the realization that Locke's treasure chest could substitute as a blunt force weapon. Another ninja in the distance was preparing hand seals, for what? Locke didn't care or want to find out. "[color=2e3192]Oi![/color]" The scourge rushed ahead with electric speed, kneeing his opponent with a preemptive attack, and following it up by equipping his pistol and shooting the man in the chest mid-air. "[color=2e3192]Find someone else ta' play patty-cake with, ya' fokkin loser! Hah, haha![/color]" Mocked the pirate captain, before skirmishing with several other shinobi now able to locate him, due to his loud and obnoxious voice. The siege would rage on for a while longer, with casualties being counted on both teams. Explosions, cries of agony, and clashing steel played a violent background music until one side would be dwindled too thin to continue.

Little glory could be attained from a sneak attack on such a small, under-defended town, but to Locke, this was the first of many stepping stones. As the mist settled and sunk in to the sand, all that was left was rubble and carnage. Few houses stood upright, and even fewer of those weren't still aflame! Victory cries echoed across the newly captured village, as the pirates had won their very first victory against this world of shinobi. "[color=2e3192]Raid, plunder, loot to yer' hearts content, me mateys! Savor a few wenches for tha rest o' tha crew, and leave no pub unturned![/color]" Were the orders any pirate loved to follow, and follow they did. The next several hours would be spent on shore, until the pillaging was done, or reinforcements came. At the very edge of the town, there stood Locke, gazing upon the vast expanse of sand. He'd spit far, and scowl at what he saw. "[color=2e3192]Not a cow's shit in miles! No farms, no castles, no temples o' gold... pah! Country o' wind? Shame, nothin' but that! Huk![/color]" The second loogie shot further than the first, and Locke turned back to the wreckage of his newly seized town. He had to find a survivor, someone who knew enough about this country to interrogate, and determine if there were any treasures worth hunting around these parts. It was a shame that most of the survivors had already fled, and these damned ninjas would rather die than let themselves be captured. Locke killed his time, kicking over the rubble, scouring the land for oddities to fill his treasure chest with.