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[h2][color=red]Chapter 1: A New Dawn[/color][/h2]
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[i]South Blue, 2:44 PM[/i]
The skies were clear and the ocean was calm. With the wind at their sails, the crew of the Rum Runner were well on their way to their final destination before heading toward the Grand Line! Wanted though they be, the Red Rum Pirates were in need of some basic supplies to make the journey to Reverse Mountain. After all, nobody knew what to expect from the Grand Line. There were stories, of course, but these stories might as well have been legend and myth for those who hadn't personally seen what those seas could do with their own eyes. For all they knew, they'd be stuck in their ship for months or even years before hitting dry land! Or maybe they'd face giant sea monsters! There was no way to know for sure, as the place was dangerous and unpredictable.

Their destination would be Clock Town, the closest settlement to Reverse Mountain in the South Blue. Renown for their mechanisms and gears, which kept perfect time, there was a fair amount of tourism and trade to be had. Thankfully the Red Rums had built up enough of a savings of cash to get the supplies that they'd need. It was a simple matter of selling Dirk's devil fruit to some naive, hapless fool with more money than sense, then stealing it back before setting sail. A perfect scheme to get everything they needed. Yup, everything should be smooth sailing from here! Another hour or two and they'd dock for supplies before the final journey!

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[i]Elsewhere...[/i]
[color=red]"Haha! I win again!"[/color] bellowed a muscular man, throwing his arms up in victory. He wore armor resembling a crab shell, with a sword sheathed on his hip. His right arm held a massive pincer, which knocked the ceiling light around as he celebrated his victory. Another man, easily twice his size, clutched his left hand in his right, sobbing in pain. Blood trickled from his broken appendage onto the arm wrestling table.

"I knew you'd win again, boss!"

"Nobody can out-wrestle John Krabbe!"

"That's no fair!" shouted the man with the broken hand. "You can't arm-wrestle with that thing!" He gestured to Krabbe's pincer-covered arm. "I demand a rematch, on even grounds!"

[color=red]"Hmm..."[/color] the armored man paused for a second to give it some thought. [color=red]"I think not. I've already won every belli to your name! Kookiookiooki!"[/color]

[hider=Character Box][center][b]John Krabbe "The Vice"
Professional Bounty Hunter
Last captured pirate worth 25,000,000 Belli[/b]
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"John Krabbe, John Krabbe!" The doors to the tavern burst open as a young boy rushed in, completely out of breath. Whether it was caused from his running, or the constant yelling, wasn't entirely clear.

[color=red]"Yes?"[/color] asked the bounty hunter. [color=red]"Out with it, boy!"[/color]

"Huff... Puff... Pirates! Pirates are coming! A merchant ship just docked and they said they passed by a pirate ship!"

[color=red]"A pirate ship, eh?"[/color] Krabbe chuckled to himself. [color=red]"Kookiooki. Men, prepare my vessel! Drinks are on me tonight!"[/color]

The tavern erupted into cheer.