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Watching all the pieces...watching all the pieces fall~
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Yeeeeeeah...so you know how to Beep Beep like a Sheep, I see!
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"Eh? He's dead?!" Siobhan's head finally snapped around in shock at the other girl's words, her jaw going slack. The very first name on her list, and they were already six feet under! "Goddammit..."

Well, so much for starting off with a shipwright.

Muttering under her breath as she unstrapped her metal case from its spot just below her fin, she allowed it to thump onto the soggy beach. Ignoring the girl as she poked and prodded at her fin, Siobhan pressed a small red switch on the side of the metallic box. An audible hiss filled the air as it was depressurized, the case parting as it opened. Inside were a couple sets of clothing, a single pair of shoes, and - neatly folded on top - a piece of paper.

Retrieving her list and the pen that was nestled beside it, Siobhan irately marked Edgar Vennar off it with a large "X". Replacing it in the case along with the pen, the redhead released a heavy sigh. "Well, fuck me then. I guess I'll just head for the swordsman next?"

That girl had continued to bombard her with weird questions that she really did care about answering at the moment. She supposed her amazement was an improvement over the norm, though: most would react with fear or revulsion upon seeing her Fishwoman ancestry. Whatever, it was time to leave.

Giving the red switch another press, Siobhan waited as the case was resealed. She then began strapping it to her lower back again as she offered the strange woman a quick wave. "Right, it's been grand, but it's time for me to leave. I'm sorry for your boat."
Siobhan's lips puckered slightly when the girl in her arms began squishing her cheeks together, the uncomfortable examination causing her eyes to narrow slightly. Shaking her face free with a swift jerk, she dropped the stranger back onto the soggy beach below. "What the hell are ya talkin' about? 'Striker'? Ka...kali..ma? Whatever ya said."

She'd ignore the question about if she was sick. She felt fine, except for the fact that this girl clearly wasn't Edgar Vennar. According to that old man in the tavern, he had last been seen heading inside that big storm - The Devil's Tempest - when he vanished...and lo and behold, what had she found on the other side? An island!

Honestly, after she'd gotten up close and personal to this thing, she hadn't been too terribly confident that she'd be able to find him. If she hadn't been able to simply swim under it, it would've legitimately been a difficult storm to navigate, maybe even by Grand Line standards. Still, now that she knew there was an island here, the chances of her would-be shipwright having survived seemed a lot higher!

Flexing the gills on her neck for a brief moment as they sealed shut at the sting of the open air, Siobhan decided not to bother hiding her Fishman features this time. After all, she was hear to recruit someone. If he had a problem with her true nature, then things weren't going to work out between them.

Speaking of which...

"OOOI! EDGAR VENNAR! COME OUT IF YA SURVIVED!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, hands cupping either side of her mouth.
As Kailani and her small vessel bravely pushed their way out to sea, daring to face the dark and angry black that forever blanked the island, the ocean beneath her began to tremble. There were many bizarre phenomena associated with the great Ka Li'Ai, but this certainly didn't appear to be one of them.

Desperately attempting to maintain its heading against the trembling waters beneath it, the little vessel would instead be hopelessly tossed about the angrily churning sea like a toy boat in a monsoon. Finally, as if to proclaim that things could indeed become worse, the ocean erupted in a geyser that consumed the short lived ship in an instant.

Rising high into the sky, it then - impossibly - loomed forward down towards the ground without losing any of its cohesion. Slamming into the modest beach with an audible crack, the mighty pillar of ocean finally shattered.




"Savage!" Siobhan cheered with a bright grin stretched across her face. Water fell freely from her hair and the wetsuit she wore, being absorbed into the thoroughly drenched sand at her feet. Strapped to her back was the metallic case with all her essentials and clothes, and she was now quite thankful she'd decided to carry it that way.

Since her arms were now full with some strange girl.

"Oi, oi...floatin' beneath my Water Heart's a good way ta die, ya know?" She glanced down at the bronze skinned girl.
Smokey Saddle Tavern
Yarwen Island, town of Boaduor
West Blue


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.

The customers here varied from dockworkers to sailors of all stripes. That unfortunately even included pirates and slavers, particularly if they were a part of Blackwell's armada.

Today had, thankfully, been fairly peaceful...until she arrived, anyhow.

Tall, curvaceous and beautiful...he had initially greeted her with no small amount of enthusiasm. Offered her a seat right at the bar, even! If he could go back an hour in time, he'd have instead shut the place down the moment he saw her.

"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 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. For whatever reason, though, she was wearing a red scarf around her neck despite it being hot as the hells outside. Was there something wrong with her head?

"Don't you think you've had enough, miss?" Curtis pointedly asked. "You haven't paid for any of it, yet."

"I haven't," she replied, placing a hand on her belly. "Can't ya hear my stomach still grumblin'? More ribs!"

...If he wasn't raised better, he'd slug her one.

"By the way," the woman stopped shoveling food in her face for a moment, her emerald gaze settling on him. "I heard there was a lad here, a shipwright named Edgar Vennar!"

Curtis quirked a brow at this over his shoulder, the hiss of the grill drowning out the murmurs of the other patrons in the distance as he placed another rack of ribs on it. "...Yeah, he's pretty famous around these parts. Or, he was..."

"And then ya paused dramatically. What happened?"

Grunting in irritation, he turned to face the woman and folded his arms. "The fool was devoured! Gobbled up by the Devil's Tempest. Thought he could build a ship capable of braving it. We all warned him it was impossible, but he wanted to see what was inside. Haven't heard from him in a month."

Nothing ever managed to make it out of that eternal storm. For centuries people had tried to find what was in it...all of them had failed.

Her lips settling into a frown at this news, the young woman stuffed half a potato in her mouth and began to chew the smoking hot vegetable without concern. "The Devil's Tempest..."
@BlazionApproved, Blaz. Happy to have your aboard. :3
October 26th, 8:01 PM
Caracas, Venezuela


As she watched him disintegrate into the water, Lady Arcana couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of guilt at tricking the poor lecherous moron. He claimed that tossing him into the water wouldn't kill him, but rather simply disable him for a while...or forever, in the case of the ocean. Hopefully that would give her some time to figure out how to make him a better suit, one that didn't have him constantly leaking radiation everywhere.

How exactly she was going to get all of him out of the water when that day came, however, was another mystery. Maybe Orin would know a way? He was her go-to man when it came to all things ocean-related, after all.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Lady Arcana dived down further and used the eidetic memory of Mnemosyne to return to where Bang's helmet had sank, quickly retrieving it. As the ascended again, she likewise grabbed his hazmat suit. "Man, just how many weirdos am I gonna meet before this year is up?"
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Crew positions:


Captain/Navigator: Claimed
Swordsman: Claimed
Cook: Vacant
Doctor: Vacant
Shipwright: Claimed
Gunner/Marksman/Sniper: Vacant
Musician/Entertainer: Vacant
Archeologist: Claimed
Helmsman: Vacant
It has been eleven years since the climactic battle between Monkey D. "Strawhat" Luffy and Marshall D. "Blackbeard" Teach.

After having been thought dead by many following the battle of Marineford, he took the world by storm. For an entire year the reunited Strawhats sailed the dangerous seas of the New World, battling the likes of Donquixote Doflamingo, Charlotte Linlin, and Kaido, to name but a few.

But it was only at the legendary island of Raftel that the Strawhats would meet their final enemy. It was there that the Strawhat Grand Fleet clashed with the armada of Blackbeard, one of the four Emperors. Many on both sides that day would perish as the two captains battled one another with an intensity never before witnessed. Finally, Teach and Luffy's strongest attacks met with a world-shattering impact that engulfed both of them in a blinding light.

When everything cleared, neither of them remained.

With their leaders having vanished without a trace, the remnants of the Grand Fleet and Blackbeard pirates likewise dispersed. Many of the major players within the world stage were now gone, but the legends and stories they inspired drove entire new generations of pirates to take to the sea.

Now, more than a decade after the conclusion of that titanic battle, one lone pirate strikes out to leave their mark on the world.




Rules:


1) No Godmodding
2) No Logia, Mythical Zoan, or overpowered Paramecia (at the start, anyhow)
3) No Haki (again at the start)
4) No ridiculously evil characters. We're pirates, we pillage and plunder, but we've still got standards.
5) No giants or any other species that would have trouble fitting on our ship. That would just be too much of a pain to work around.
6) No new species. Please stick to canon races when making your characters.





Check the character tab to see which crew positions have been claimed already. Even if all have been claimed, you may still find a unique place within the crew!
October 26th, 8:00 PM
Caracas, Venezuela


Holy shit, he actually did it. He really was that stupid!

And how thankful she was that her hunch about him being entirely made of...whatever that gas was had been correct. He had a face, but nothing else. Then again, after the whole harpy incident as well at Tank, she supposed she should be used to dudes flashing her at this point. What was wrong with her life?

But never mind that. This was her chance.

"Alright, I'm gonna show you now! You ready?" Lady Arcana beamed a smile at him, slowly raising her hands. Focusing on the laylines that ran through the ocean depths below, she swiftly called upon the arcane energy she required before unleashing it at the area immediately surrounding Bang. Warping and forming into a shimmering blue sack that enveloped the energy being, it oscillated and crackled with what appeared to be electricity.

The sack looked like it was made of solid electricity, somehow. In truth, however, it wasn't lightning...it was raw arcane energy! Lighting up the night sky with its persistent glow, she smirked at the little golden thunderbolt shining at the center of it. That always appeared on any magical object she managed to create, almost like a brand logo. Heh.

"Okay! Now let's give you that cold shower you so very obviously need!" Lady Arcana snickered, darting into the water while making sure she was a fair distance from where his suit had landed. She didn't need him crawling back into it, after all. She would also make sure to grab both parts before she left.

Flying a good one thousand feet beneath the surface, Lady Arcana finally allowed her magic sack to dissipate, watching closely to see what would happen next.
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