[center][h1][color=red]RED HOOD PIRATES[/color][/h1][hr]
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[b]Bogard Sunny x  GrandLine x Drum Island [/b]
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[indent] His smile faded at the question that came from Jax. He had no reasonable answer for him, no good news. It was only his failure as a captain that he had to report. His his friend would not be happy, he thought.

Bogard careful lowered himself to the ground, back turned towards Jax out of shame, and simply stared out at the motion-filled waters. The moist air ushered him all the while to speak. He made the impatient wind wait two full minutes before gathering his courage. 

[color=red][b]  “He’s dead,”[/b][/color] he said clearly, if not a bit shaken. [color=red][b] “I won’t let it happen again though. I was, admittedly,  naive to think this would be a cakewalk. I slipped up bad and  lost someone important to us. I’m was so arrogant. I know I’m short and young but I’ll look after this crew as if I was ten-feet tall and a hundred-years old… I won’t… I won’t lose anyone else.”[/b][/color] 

He stood still then, silently enduring the deserved pain of his sought-after adventure in Loguetown. So much had happened that he felt it best to disregard it all till later. That suit of armor would have to wait, the questions of his apparent powerlessness against marines were more demanding. He couldn’t protect his crew, especially the way he was now. His left fist and arm was broken in several places… his ribs were fractured, making wheezing a background noise for his existence. His face was bloodied and entire being was a kind of throbbing pain from the beating he received from the captain.

He never forget that man. That marine was the ocean’s first [i]true[/i] lesson to him. Strength was meant to be held with contentment, not on the sea. Not when chasing after your dreams. 

Bogard sighed as the wind gust him west, faded, then pushed the boat by the mast towards the blue vastness. [color=red][i]Before anything else, I need to find a doctor. And quick. I won't last long like this.[/i][/color] 

[center][h3][i] One Month Later[/i][/h3][/center]

[color=red][i]I’am Red Hood and I’am Bogard D. Sunny. I’am Red Hood and I’am Bogard D. Sunny. I ‘am… [/i][/color] He repeated those words until it blurred in his mind, the meaning distinctively clear to him, though in the mind of an unknown observer, it would be archaic,  meaningless babble. 

The mirror in the expanse of his room looked back at him with a serene calm. His gold eyes were profoundly swirled, the flecks of a greater gild showed themselves cautiously. It was this ritual that he performed the moment before a greater than explosive confrontation. After he felt himself mentally aware, aware of even the dust in the room, Bogard stepped away and exited the lounge of the Rose Horizon. 

Adorned on the wall next to the entrance of the lounge was his wanted poster. On a side-desk next to the door was a forgotten hand-written letter from Terry Sunny. The same entity that saved him from the marine in Loguetown a month ago. 

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The upper deck was decorated timidly. There wasn’t much built into the new ship,  all except the figurehead: a female chiseled with the likeliness of a woman made of crimson petals, whose hair was a blooming, fiery rose. He left a lot of the designing  to Jax, who,  being an ex-marine was  infinitely more suited for the task. 

What luck it was to have gathered the perfect, irreplaceable pieces for his success. Dirk was exceptional, though quiet and withdrawn he had ideas that were often overlooked. One of them had gotten them the Rose Horizon.  

He trailed his hand along the smooth Adam Wood that made up the huge vessel. Dirk’s idea had brought them plenty of adventure. The selling and stealing of his Devil Fruit had brought them Beli by the millions and after repeating this scheme three times, they had enough to replace the busted up ship that had gotten them through Reverse Mountain. The ship that had never been named or loved. The Rose Horizon  was the completely opposite of its predecessor. 

Finally, Bogard passed a Fadel on his way to the apex length of the ship. His red cloak struck out towards the neck of the figure-head and pulled him to its form. A simple twist of his body before striking his mark placed him on its head. He stood strong as he stared at the winter-island. The place where they would test their strength and effectiveness as a tempered crew. 

Without facing them, he spoke their names. 

[color=red][b] “Jax, Dirk, Fadel, let’s see what lies in store for us on, Drum Island. I won’t run from, Terry. If that messenger thinks a piece of my past is in that forsaken prison than I’m willing to go there. I know I’m being selfish by asking this idiotic favor of you guys… but I’d rather not go alone. Whatever [i]it[/i] is, its a large sac of really, really bad news.”[/b][/color] 

He took a seat on the spacious dome of the rose woman and crossed his legs. The chilling grasp of the wind told him they were close to the winter island. [color=red][b] “Do you thinking I'm a making a huge mistake by going?”[/b][/color] he asked the crew, looking honestly opinions.[/indent][hr]