Blackstripe

One Piece: The Blackfin Chronicles

"Rainbow Raiders?!" Siobhan sputtered, nearly falling on her back as she erupted in hysterical laughter. Holding her gut, she doubled over, unable to stop her out of control cadence. "Kahuhuhuhuhu!! W-what...what are they, pirates plunderin' for sexual liberation?!"

Still, something he said had finally registered with her, causing her to finally get a hold of herself. "Blackwell, right! That was it. I remember now..."

He was pretty much the most powerful man in West Blue right now. Commanded multiple crews of pirates, and worse, slavers. He was running some kind of protection racket on many of the islands here, where if they failed to pay his "protection fee", his pirates would show up and raid their coastal settlements as a warning. If they continued to refuse, then he would send in his slavers...

Having at last fully recovered from her giggle-fit, she straightened herself, her lips sliding into a smirk. "So this 'Redwell' works for that guy. That's perfect!"

"Kickin' his arse will be a grand way to start my adventure!"

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Focused on putting her stuff back in order, she had forgotten all about the man who had spoken to her moments earlier. It was only when he boarded her ship that she offered him a curious glance. Rising to her full height of 6'2, she listened to him talk up some alleged bigshot named Redwell.

Actually, that name did kind of sound familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Redwell..." she needled her right temple, trying to remember. "I know I've seen somethin' like that in the news coo before."

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Huh.

What had started out looking like a pretty mundane, boring day had actually turned out to be pretty interesting. The last thing Siobhan had been expecting to encounter in this sleepy little town were pirates, but she was hardly complaining. It had been a while since she had gotten to knock a few heads together, and she was starting to worry that she might get rusty.

When the sole remaining pirate on his feet followed her out of the tavern and asked to travel to the docks with her, she quirked a brow. "Aren't ya one of those pirates? Ya seem pretty happy that I beat up your comrades."

It wasn't a long walk to the docks, given the small size of the town. Unfortunately, when they arrived she saw exactly what she didn't want to see: a bunch of muppets ransacking her trawler. A vein slowly rising on the side of her head, she crouched. Her calves swelling slightly, she pushed herself off the ground in a leap that left the area bathed in a cloud of dirt.

Landing on the deck of her boat, it rocked furiously on the water, almost threatening to capsize. "Get outta there, ya feckin' gimps!"

Momentarily stunned by her arrival, the pirates were rendered speechless. A long staredown began between them that lasted for a fair number of seconds. When one's cutlass twitched, that was the end of it. In a blur of motion, the three pirates were sent flying, certain to find their way back to sea the hard way in short order.

Exhaling, Siobhan shook her head. Rustling through her now disheveled cargo, she smiled in relief when everything seemed to be intact.

Fate/esoterica

@VitaVitaARSo, since I submitted the profile first, is mine "True Rider"?

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Curtis was still speechless when the doctor of the crew began warning them to leave. The vast majority of the tavern obeyed without hesitation, flooding from the broken door and the hole that had been left in Claire--odd name for a man--'s wake.

After his tavern had been emptied, save for himself, the woman and the doctor, Curtis at last was able to find his voice.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" He shouted to the woman. "Why didn't you do that when the pirates first entered?!"

Glancing to him, she scratched the side of her face. "Ah, so those were pirates."

Slamming his head down on the counter, when Curtis rose again his forehead glowed red. "Of course they were pirates! Why do you think we were barricading the doors?!"

"...I thought that was your hobby," she answered bluntly, though she now carried a slight grin on her face. It quickly faded, though, being replaced with a look of mild distress. "Ah, shite...my ship's out there with me stuff in it. They'd better not've looted it while I was eatin'!"

Watching her step towards the remnants of the doorway, Curtis called out to her. "Hey, what about all that food you ate?"

Stopping in her tracks, she turned towards him and clasped her hands. "Gochisousama."

"Thank you for your patronage," Curtis bowed in response. "...THAT'S NOT WHAT I FUCKIN' MEANT!"

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@ZapdosI thought it was appropriate too. :3

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Abigail fixed the "doctor" with a hard look that warned him not to try anything funny--as if she could do anything. Still, she backed out of his way enough to allow him to bandage her husband.

Curtis couldn't even begin to imagine why anyone on a pirate ship would care if they were injured, but their situation wasn't so carefree that he could look a gift horse in the mouth.

Unfortunately, things quickly escalated further.

When the rotund pirate who knocked down their door heard that they were out of rib roast, he flew into a rage. Drawing back his barricade-smashing fist, he slammed it into the side of the woman's face, causing her stool to collapse beneath her. Curtis...had expected much, much worse. Both for the girl, and his tavern.

Glancing down at the stool with a frown, the woman instantly hopped back onto her feet and looked to the beleaguered bartender, "I'm not payin' for that stool there, like. That's his fault."

Curtis felt his jaw nearly hit the floor. Despite having taken the pirate's monstrous punch, she seemed completely unfazed. What the hell were these people?!

Refocusing her gaze on the pirate that attacked her, the woman slowly smiled. "But this one..."

She slammed her fist into the lead pirate's jaw, his face twisting and molding to her knuckles with the same ease as whipped cream beneath a spoon. The large man was instantly lifted off his feet, rocketing towards the assembly of pirates behind him like a blubbery cannon ball. Smashing through their ranks with nary a hint of resistance, he crashed through the back wall of the tavern.

"...This one's all my fault."

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A cloud of dust and splintered wood heralded the entrance of the pirates. Curtis had watched the townfolk spend the better part of the past fifteen minutes barricading that door, and with just a single blow it had all been undone.

"Damn it..." he spat under his breath.

They still outnumbered the pirates by a solid margin, but as if to dispel any thought of resistance, their apparent leader seized Perry Hendricks--the local butcher--by the arm, crushing his limb as if it were made of paper. His wife Abigail screamed in horror at the sight, rushing to his side. When one of the pirates rushed for her fallen husband, she gave him a glare interlaced with both terror and rage.

"S-stay away from him, you bastards!" She snarled.

An audible sigh from behind him drew Curtis' eye to the Belessian woman, her bottle-green eyes staring pointedly at him. "Now I'm completely out of rib roast! Whoever would permit such a horrible thing to happen?"

"Did you collide with the harbor head-first on your way here?!" Curtis snapped.

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"Huh? Where'd that trawler come from? I didn't see it dock," Derkins muttered, wiping his brow with the back of his soot-covered hand. It was too damn hot today.

"No clue," Marlo shrugged. "Last I looked there were only two ships docked here."

Grumbling beneath his breath, Derkins sauntered across the harbor for a closer inspection. Nothing seemed particularly odd or out of place about the modest ship, besides it being here. It had already been secured to the pier, and appeared to be vacant. Scratching at his matted hair, he glanced back to his fellow dockworker. "Maybe we oughta take a closer look. Whaddya think?"

Marlo didn't respond. Instead, his eyes were now directed out to sea. When Derkins traced his gaze, it became apparent why.

"...Bellamy's bloody shit, that's a jolly roger!"

In the distance it was clear to see: A sloop, about a mile out, flying the skull and crossbones proudly atop its central mast. It was heading right for them, and within minutes it would reach the docks.

"We've gotta warn the town! Come on, Marlo!"

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Curtis had inherited the Smokey Saddle from his father, just as he had from his father before him. The tavern had been in their family for generations, serving as the small town of Boaduor's most popular establishment.

Now it served as the most popular place to establish a barricade against pirates. Dozens of townfolk had retreated inside and had moved every table and chair they could get their hands on to block both the front and back doors. Curtis still didn't like their chances.

While it was a sturdy building, it sure as hell hadn't been made to endure pirate raids.

"Oi, can I get some more rib roast here?" the woman eating at the bar called out, drawing an irritated glance from Curtis. She'd shown up here an hour ago, and had already eaten her way through about twenty people's worth of food. Where was she even putting it all?

Judging by her cherry red locks and pale complexion, she was from Belessia, an island not too far from here. And for whatever reason, though, she was wearing a red scarf around her neck despite it being hot as the hells outside. She also apparently didn't care that they were being raided by pirates!!

"Don't you think we've got bigger priorities, miss?" Curtis pointedly asked.

"No," she replied. "Cause I'm still hungry."

...If she wasn't such a looker, he'd slug her one.

The Room

Cassandra tilts her head to one side, but smirks. "I'm pretty sure I was, but it's pretty hazy at this point. I was never any good at recalling my dreams."

"Why? Were you?"