[hr][center][h1][b]One Piece:
Sea Reaver Pirates Reborn[/b][/h1][/center][hr]

Honorstar Garrison. What was once just an ordinary Marine base along the border of the South Blue and the East Blue, is now renowned for spelling the demise of the most notorious crew of pirates ever to terrorize the South Blue. And all it took was perseverance on the Marines' end... and a well-timed counter attack of course, just when the raiding Sea Reaver Pirates had least expected it.

It was those brave men that quelled the threat that the Sea Reaver Pirates once brought to the four Blues. And of course, news of this would travel fast, bringing joy to all the towns and villages that the infamous band of pirates had ever terrorized. Chief among those in celebration are the citizens of Shelburgh, home of the original founder of the Sea Reaver Pirates in Carrington Vail. Because of that history, Shelburgh's citizenry had been oppressed for [i]years[/i], and now they have a glimpse of true freedom for the first time.

We begin the tale in a local tavern of Shelburgh, where the vast majority of its occupants, including the beautiful lass that serves as that particular tavern's keeper, are in the midst of such celebration.

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Morale had been high as of late, and all the men had a glass of cool ale in hand, whether they be swinging it in their arms as they sang aloud, setting it down on their respective tables whilst they chatted among friends, or even casually sipping it every so often while they took in the atmosphere. Of course, as would be typical of a tavern, the customer base primarily consisted of men, with only a sprinkling of women here and there who had either come to join in with their guy or was primarily there to ensure he didn't overdo himself.

[url=https://safebooru.org//images/2479/7d1de6394377a01c8ec3b80d9768f0082ee86c4f.jpg?2580151]One young lass in a green dress[/url], however, had been serving ale to all these men and the few women that wanted some all night. This young lass, Gloria Provost, breathed a sigh of relief as she got down the last table, consisting of a trio of muscly men, one of whom was fortunate enough to have a voluptuous, rather heavy-chested lady at his side. Gloria came over to the table with five drinks in hand, and one last beaming smile to try and hide her figure.

[color=8dc73f]"Heya, thanks for waiting, guys!"[/color] Gloria made herself heard over the noise going on elsewhere in the tavern as she approached the table to set the glasses of ale down, [color=8dc73f]"That's one for you, one for [i]you[/i], one each for this fine couple..."[/color]

[color=888888]"...and what, the last one's supposed to be [i]spare[/i], is it?"[/color] the one woman at the table asked with mock judgment.

[color=888888]"I'll take it!"[/color] one of the two other men raised a finger, but before he could...

[color=8dc73f]"What? No! This one's [i]mine[/i]!"[/color] Gloria huddled over the glass that she'd poured for herself as if it were her own child, [color=8dc73f]"Trying to rob me of the drink I earned for all the work I did tonight; the hell's wrong you all?"[/color]

Gloria had also pouted at the whole trio, but everyone at the table simply laughed it off. It was evident they were only joking about the whole thing.

[color=888888]"Y'know, you [i]could[/i] hire a few girls to serve drinks here if you need the help,"[/color] the male half of the couple suggested.

[color=8dc73f]"I could sure try, but..."[/color] Gloria motioned the part of weighing her options, [color=8dc73f]"...it's hard finding a girl my age that has nothing better to do,"[/color]

[color=888888]"I imagine it would be,"[/color] the man mused, [color=888888]"Maybe someone on the mature end of the spectrum?"[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Why, you offering?"[/color] Gloria asked.

There was a brief pause in conversation at the table... until everyone realized that Gloria was talking to the other woman that was there, and consequently turned to face her.

[color=888888]"OH!! M-Me?! I-I couldn't possibly do it, h-heavens no,"[/color] she nervously declined, [color=888888]"I already have a job, and well... no offense, but this seems like a serious downgrade."[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Hmm... oh well,"[/color] Gloria shrugged her shoulders, [color=8dc73f]"I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. In the mean time, how about we go back to the celebration, huh? Actually, if you don't mind, let's make a toast."[/color]

With that, Gloria raised her glass upwards and towards the table, with everyone at the table following suit.

[color=8dc73f]"To freedom,"[/color] she chanted.

[color=888888]"To freedom,"[/color] and then they drank their drinks.

...

Little did anyone in the tavern know that the final remnants of the Sea Reaver Pirates, or rather, [i]most[/i] of them, had seated themselves at a table in the far corner, lurking, waiting, and watching the citizenry's premature celebration unfold. It would only be a matter of time before a bad omen would befall the quaint town once more; those few remaining pirates knew that more than anything.