[Center][color=gold][h1]T H E  G O L D E N  F L E E C E  P I R A T E S[/h1][/color]

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[h2]Sancho F. Graham[/h2]

[h3]The Kingslayer[/h3]

Elfen Island - The Town Hall[/center]

The Golden-Haired young pirate captain beat the crowds, wading through countless people, elbowing and genlty pushing his way to the front of the crowd that had gathered outside of the town hall, he could hear shouting - protesting, but maybe a thousand people, maybe more. This wasn't unheard off for the man of noble blood, but it had been almost a year since he left the Grandline, but now he was back. The protesters were shouting about the taxes - the king was demanding too much of them, the amount of money they had to pay was completely unreasonable. Sancho watched as the king walked onto the balcony of the Town Hall to address the people who were protesting - as well as the rest of the people. Sancho couldn't see the king from where he was standing, but as  soon as he showed his face, things tenses up, and once he started to speak the crowd quiet down.

"Dear people of Elfen Island!" He began, and as he did, a gun was fired, a flintlock - one bullet flew past him, missing him, as he was rushed inside by his men, the crowd parted around the man who had shot the handgun, he was of average build, middle aged, had gray temples and red hair. "Down with the king!" He shouted, as 10 other men of smiliar age, armed with rusty cutlasses and farmers tools backed him up, soldiers rushed out of the town hall, rifles drawn and aimed at the small group 

"If we die today, we do so with honor, we will not stand for this corrupt monarch no longer! Down with 'king' Carmello!" The man shouted, as tears welled in his eyes, as did those of his men as the soldiers readied up, the crowd panicked and began scattering as the guns were trained on the ten 'revolutionaries'. 

The twenty muzzles all fired at once, gunpowdered covered the air, but the bullets never hit their marks, no, instead they were blocked in four inches think, soft, wool, that was put up like a blanket a few meters in front of the man who had fired upon the king. Sancho looked at the people he had just saved, his golden eyes were narrow, his face was strained, he looked pretty angry. "Run." Their savior spoke as they all darted from the scene as quickly as they could. Sancho would stand alone against the twenty soldiers, whom trained their guns on him.

"Who the hell are you?!" a soldier - donning a different outfit, he wore a black shirt and a blue armband, compared to everyone else's white and brown-colorschemes, he wore a military beret like the rest, his was red, theirs were black, he was some type of officer, most likely. 

"My name is Sancho Graham, and I demand an audience with your king." As he uttered his name, the officer froze. "S-Sancho, and the gol- oh god." He spoke, as he shouted at his soldiers to go get backup. "You're that filthy kingslayer!" the officer spoke.

"And you think I, the slayer of the late King Shin, would save some lowly farmers lives, and show myself to you guys if I was planning on killing your king? Please. Bring me to your king - whom I've still not been introduced to, and I'll offer him my services in solving this little issue of his."

The officer gritted his teeth. "At ease, men. Let him see King Julian. Tell Darius and Jack that they shall keep their eyes on him." 

"Follow me, [i]Kingslayer.[/i]" The officer ordered Sancho whom nodded. "Thanks."


"Wonder where my crew's at?" Sancho thought to himself.

***

The man in the red hair, the man who fired at the king returned to their homestead on the harbor - the base of their operations. "Holy shit, guys. We lived?!" He shouted to his men, whom all nodded. "Y-Yeah, we did. That golden guy saved us!" He exclaimed. The old man with the red hair "That wasn't exactly according to plan.. We were supposed to be martyrs.."

"But please, Great-Sam, we need you, you sacrificing your life like that is careless!" One of the men told their boss, whom sighed. "But it is necessary. King Julian can't remain on the throne, or our country's finished. Elfen cannot continue like this, and we need to people to see him for what he truly is.." Sam spoke, solemnly.

"We have to free our country from that warmongering lunatic."