I used to have quite the smile and that dog still lived up until two weeks ago. Damn thing was nearly 17.
Kind of looks like a stuffed animal, I have to say.
Day 2 of Midsummer. Party on top, more party down low!
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Kind of looks like a stuffed animal, I have to say.
Day 2 of Midsummer. Party on top, more party down low!
Chester would eventually find Lina - looking for her for a couple hours, only to find her in a bar, waiting tables. Chester smiled and grinned slyly as he made her bring him a beer - paying for said beer, of course, but making sure to be as coy as possible just to piss her off. The two talked and went over their plan, they would perform any jobs they could find, keep their noses out of trouble and get their hands on the supplies necessary for the Breeze. Chester would take it upon himself to get good planks and tools to repair all of the broken parts of the floors. Lina would buy food, and look into cannons, and they would both take to buying supplies, such as beds for their own quarters.
They would also fix the hammocks.
Chester and Lina took to performing odd-jobs over the next couple of days. Painting houses, rescuing lost kittens, chopping wood and carrying lumber, Chester ended up constructing several shelters in the run down parts of the island, as well as helping the old man who's beds and showers the two pirates were occupying, while earning money each day, he was working hard everyday, and drinking harder every night.
For three days they stayed, and each day the Breeze would look a shape better, of course, it was still far from perfect. Chester ended every night in a bar, the Stein's Cauldron, where he would take bets on drinking contests between himself and any of the other patrons, earning almost as much money from the bets as he did from his jobs. With the drinking and the betting the occasional barfight occurred, too.
As Chester drank countless men under the table, he heard murmors of some legendary drinker, and barbrawler whom lived on the island, but it was never more than rumors.
They would also fix the hammocks.
Chester and Lina took to performing odd-jobs over the next couple of days. Painting houses, rescuing lost kittens, chopping wood and carrying lumber, Chester ended up constructing several shelters in the run down parts of the island, as well as helping the old man who's beds and showers the two pirates were occupying, while earning money each day, he was working hard everyday, and drinking harder every night.
For three days they stayed, and each day the Breeze would look a shape better, of course, it was still far from perfect. Chester ended every night in a bar, the Stein's Cauldron, where he would take bets on drinking contests between himself and any of the other patrons, earning almost as much money from the bets as he did from his jobs. With the drinking and the betting the occasional barfight occurred, too.
As Chester drank countless men under the table, he heard murmors of some legendary drinker, and barbrawler whom lived on the island, but it was never more than rumors.
Chester looked at Lina, then down at his clothes, then back at Lina. "I suppose I could do with some cleaning up. Need new clothes." He mentioned, grabbing a bottle of beer before walking the gangplank onto the harbor. He heard wheels spinning of a couple of carriages passing through the docks, loaded with goods, there were a lot of people walking these streets. Chester sniffed his armpit, before wrinkling his nose in disgust. "I certainly need a wash.." He mentioned, looking around. Where was there an inn or a hotel where they could wash up? Anywhere they could get away without having to pay too much? Chester had a few bills left - that he took from the Azure Company guys, but it was barely enough for food.
Chester looked around, seeing men wearing familiar coats, albeit in a different color. "Hey, are those?" He asked, Lina nodded. "... Should I beat them up?" He asked and Lina shook her head "Yeah, I suppose probably best not to."
He looked around, walking the street, when suddenly someone dragged him in the arm, it was an old man. "Hey, you!" The man said, his voice in half a whisper. "You look young and strong, are you a adventurer?" The old man asked, and Chester nodded. "Sort off, trader, actually." the pirate lied. "But you didn't have any cargo on your ship?" The old man asked and the 'trader' nodded. "Correct, no money, either."
"Perfect!"
"Not for me, it isn't"
"But for me it is! You want to do a bit of under-the-table work for me?"
"Depends on what kind of under-the-table we're talking about here.."
"Oh, nothing like that! Just doing a bit of chores around my shop, maybe help out the neighbours, too. The company demands such outrageous rates to help out with maintenance, but if I hire you and your, uh, friend, on the down-low, I'll escape the high-rates, and you'll get paid!" The old man explained and Chester nodded. "Uh-huh. Sounds like a deal, provided you throw in a meal of food and a shower for us each. Oh, and beds to sleep in." Chester bartered, and the old man gruffed. "For you, I could, but what use is the lady? She looks skinny and weak.."
Chester smiled. "You should be glad she didn't hear that, she might've burned down your shop if she did." He joked with a grin on his face.
Chester looked around, seeing men wearing familiar coats, albeit in a different color. "Hey, are those?" He asked, Lina nodded. "... Should I beat them up?" He asked and Lina shook her head "Yeah, I suppose probably best not to."
He looked around, walking the street, when suddenly someone dragged him in the arm, it was an old man. "Hey, you!" The man said, his voice in half a whisper. "You look young and strong, are you a adventurer?" The old man asked, and Chester nodded. "Sort off, trader, actually." the pirate lied. "But you didn't have any cargo on your ship?" The old man asked and the 'trader' nodded. "Correct, no money, either."
"Perfect!"
"Not for me, it isn't"
"But for me it is! You want to do a bit of under-the-table work for me?"
"Depends on what kind of under-the-table we're talking about here.."
"Oh, nothing like that! Just doing a bit of chores around my shop, maybe help out the neighbours, too. The company demands such outrageous rates to help out with maintenance, but if I hire you and your, uh, friend, on the down-low, I'll escape the high-rates, and you'll get paid!" The old man explained and Chester nodded. "Uh-huh. Sounds like a deal, provided you throw in a meal of food and a shower for us each. Oh, and beds to sleep in." Chester bartered, and the old man gruffed. "For you, I could, but what use is the lady? She looks skinny and weak.."
Chester smiled. "You should be glad she didn't hear that, she might've burned down your shop if she did." He joked with a grin on his face.
It is typical of the Navy and the World Government to overreact to slights toward them. And to be fair, the use of an early bounty is sorta moot. Brownbeard had a bounty of 80,060,000, and he had less of an impact than Arlong did. Arlong also bribed marines and kept a low profile on purpose to avoid attracting Jinbe's attention. He had the strength of a bounty of 100 million, but his real world threat was much less than that. He stayed in a small village and basically only picked on them. Bounties are signs more of threats than strength.
You are correct. It is about perceived strength, rather than actual strength, but, like I said, a crew of 100+ Mil on the third Island of the grandline does seem excessive. Like 'You'll be having Marines, bounty hunters and other pirates hounding you forever'-excessive.
But hey, I was only after the reasoning for the high bounty.
He successfully mutinied, stole a ship, and stole a devil fruit. The navy's failure is now more public, so they would want to do whatever it takes to keep it under wraps. He was also at the Loguetown conflict, so combining those two factors it makes sense for the Navy to increase his bounty to that amount. We talked about it and thought it made sense.
But I mean, higher than his Captain's, by such an amount? Arlong suck the ship of a Rear Admiral (And it didn't seem like a big deal to him.) And his bounty was what, 25 Mil?
Not that the bounties actually matter, but 75 seems excessive this early in the grandline.
So, out of curiosity, there a reason Jax's bounty is twice as high as his captain's?
@Hillan I saw and it was soundly written too. I'm impressed.
Cheers.
I lied too. Your post was just too perfect not to bounce off of.
You liar.
I won't be able to post till tomorrow, as I am currently alcoholically incapacitated.
Thanks, Midsummer festival.
I lied.
Another couple of beers put me right in the writing mood.
G O L D E N F L E E C E P I R A T E S
Sancho F. Graham
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Elfen Island - Grandline
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A month had passed since they had gotten their hands on the Argo. It had been a intriguing month, exciting, even. Besides hearing about a massive massacre and big failure of the Marines, days after it happened, the Argo and the crew of the Golden Fleece pirates had been hiding out on a city island in the East blue, hiding their stolen Marine Ship long enough to drop the heat, a week and a half, to be precise. They had also gotten their pirat-y paws on a log pose, and would set for the Reverse Mountain, but, not before getting in a massive brawl with the Marine population of Kumalado Island, after they had rescued four works from execution at the hands of the Marines for unjust cause.
This brawl had ended with the Golden Fleece Pirates causing a lot of trouble, essentially toppling the marine base, but also getting a new Crew Member - Freya, formerly the Captain of the 99th Division of the Marines, whom had spent the last week drinking herself half to death at a bar, the morals of the Pirates far outshines the morals of the body of government - the Marines she had served her entire life.
They took to the Grandline, passing through the Reverse Mountain, they passed a lot easier thanks to the former Marine's navigational skills. Once on the grandline, they made their way to Elfen Island, the second island on their route, where the Log Pose would take three days to recharge, half of which had already gone by. Sancho looked out over his crew, as they had docked. They were five in total, he had a Navigator, a doctor, a cook and a gunner, all of them with their unique talents and personalities, and while half of the crew had been with them just short of a month, he felt like he could trust all of them.
Better than he had been able to trust someone for quite some time.
"All right, ladies, gentlemen. Let's go check this town out. We need more food and water, and I'm in dire need of a new coat." Sancho spoke, there being a very tiny rip in the one he wore. He motioned for his crew to head to shore, as they left the once upon a time- Marine vessel, now clad in the sails of their flag, the Skull on top of a cloud of golden wool. As Sancho headed into the harbor, he found a Wanted poster with his face on it, and he couldn't help but feel some sort of pride in seeing the wanted poster now read ten million higher than it had a month ago - on the grounds of them stealing the Argo, and their fight with the Marines. He ribbed the poster down and shrugged. "All right, fan out, let's scout the city. Meet back here in two hours. Try and stay out of trouble." He ordered, his voice a little bit hopeful - yet cynical about the last bit. He would head towards the town hall, where a lot of other people were going as well, there was some kind of gathering there. Once he had satisfied his curiosity, he would go find a place to get a new coat.
Chester had gotten a few medical supplies from the villagers, as the Marines didn't give him any - maybe they didn't care, or maybe they just didn't have any to spare. Regardless, Chester didn't particularly care. He headed onboard the ship, a ship that looked less than stellar, but it certainly wasn't the worst vessel he had ever sailed. Lina would get her things in order, and the captain would follow suit, placing the crate of alcohol he was carrying in the cargo bay, getting a apple out of one of the bags he had carried with him, chewing the apple loudly as he walked onto the main deck, Lina, wearing the gold bracelet she found, stood there with a hopeful grin on her face, turning to Chester, she said but one word, a word full of hope and ambition.
"Well?"
The pirate smiled. "We set sail. We still have more than a few preparations before we can head to the Grandline. Wouldn't mind having a couple more crewmates." He mentioned, grabbing a bucket and filling it with seawater, and a piece of cloth, and tossing a wet cloth to Lina, he started wiping surfaces on the ship, while he walked towards the helm, directing the ship away form the Island of the Bear.
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On the Island, a slow sob was heard from the beaten Bear-Bandit and his compatriot. They saw the ship sail off from the island, and soon fading into the Horizon. The fearsome bandit sat on his butt, tears welling in his eyes, as he let out a sobbing cry. His translator, and ventriloquist, Bjork sat next to him, patting him on the back, him also crying. The boat Chester and Lina were on was the same boat Tedbjorn had once arrived on the island in, as a cub, prisoner of pirates whom had been captured by Marines, some 15 years ago, Bjork being a villager whom had taken pity on the cub.
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The two pirates had got the ship looking decent on the decks, spending equal amounts of time cleaning as they had navigating, chatting and trying to figure out where the hell they were. Chester had taken a break - his 15th to Lina's 5, as he leaned back on a chair against the mast, drinking a bottle of grog, the dried blood still on his face, he still hadn't bothered to change from the clothes Tedbjorn had torn - not that he had any clothes to share into, as such he had several tears in his shirt, blood stains all over him, the left shoulder of the grey shirt was now coated in the red hue of his blood. He wasn't complaining about the pain, so therefor, Lina hadn't tried to bandage him. It was shallow cuts, anyway.
He was thinking about taking a hot, relaxing bath - not that he could, sadly. His musing was interrupted by a loud explosion - cannonfire.
"Who's shooting?!" Chester shouted, as he was met with a slight giggle from the deck downstairs. "Dammit Lina! Almost made me spill my drink!" He shouted, stomping the floor - only for the floor to give way, sending Chester tumbling down into the cannon deck, the broken plank falling over him, hitting him in the face. "Son of a bitch!" Chester erupted as Lina let out a surprised yelp. "We gotta fix this ship.." He mentioned, as he got up, dusted himself off, and went upstairs to get tools to repair the hole in the deck.
Only to realize they only had rusted nails and more moldy planks. "God damn Ship, can't believe thi-" his cursing was interupted by more gunfire. "Lina! I SWEAR TO GOD!" He shouted, only for Lina to stand in the doorway "Wasn't me!" She shouted and Chester's eyes widened. Oh shit.
He went to get the map that was next to the helm, as well as the spying glass. He opened the map, they were right next to a major Island. Who'd be shooting at them here? Did someone take Lina's little misfire as a battle declaration? He looked around, seeing two ships in the horizon. Getting out the spying glass, he extended it - the glass so grimy that he couldn't see anything. "Son of a.." he turned the glass on the other end - the front lense was broken, too.
He couldnt' see any cannonballs coming his way, but he could still hear the gunfire - as if it was comming from right next to them.
It clicked for him. "Wind's on us." He said, looking up at the sails. "That's why we hear a distant battle a lot clearer. But, Lina, we should dock. We need supplies. Might have to sell some stuff." The captain said. "But you keep your paws off my booze." he said, setting the course for Kesrizu island, the big island's city could be seen from several hundred meters away.
"Well?"
The pirate smiled. "We set sail. We still have more than a few preparations before we can head to the Grandline. Wouldn't mind having a couple more crewmates." He mentioned, grabbing a bucket and filling it with seawater, and a piece of cloth, and tossing a wet cloth to Lina, he started wiping surfaces on the ship, while he walked towards the helm, directing the ship away form the Island of the Bear.
---
On the Island, a slow sob was heard from the beaten Bear-Bandit and his compatriot. They saw the ship sail off from the island, and soon fading into the Horizon. The fearsome bandit sat on his butt, tears welling in his eyes, as he let out a sobbing cry. His translator, and ventriloquist, Bjork sat next to him, patting him on the back, him also crying. The boat Chester and Lina were on was the same boat Tedbjorn had once arrived on the island in, as a cub, prisoner of pirates whom had been captured by Marines, some 15 years ago, Bjork being a villager whom had taken pity on the cub.
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The two pirates had got the ship looking decent on the decks, spending equal amounts of time cleaning as they had navigating, chatting and trying to figure out where the hell they were. Chester had taken a break - his 15th to Lina's 5, as he leaned back on a chair against the mast, drinking a bottle of grog, the dried blood still on his face, he still hadn't bothered to change from the clothes Tedbjorn had torn - not that he had any clothes to share into, as such he had several tears in his shirt, blood stains all over him, the left shoulder of the grey shirt was now coated in the red hue of his blood. He wasn't complaining about the pain, so therefor, Lina hadn't tried to bandage him. It was shallow cuts, anyway.
He was thinking about taking a hot, relaxing bath - not that he could, sadly. His musing was interrupted by a loud explosion - cannonfire.
"Who's shooting?!" Chester shouted, as he was met with a slight giggle from the deck downstairs. "Dammit Lina! Almost made me spill my drink!" He shouted, stomping the floor - only for the floor to give way, sending Chester tumbling down into the cannon deck, the broken plank falling over him, hitting him in the face. "Son of a bitch!" Chester erupted as Lina let out a surprised yelp. "We gotta fix this ship.." He mentioned, as he got up, dusted himself off, and went upstairs to get tools to repair the hole in the deck.
Only to realize they only had rusted nails and more moldy planks. "God damn Ship, can't believe thi-" his cursing was interupted by more gunfire. "Lina! I SWEAR TO GOD!" He shouted, only for Lina to stand in the doorway "Wasn't me!" She shouted and Chester's eyes widened. Oh shit.
He went to get the map that was next to the helm, as well as the spying glass. He opened the map, they were right next to a major Island. Who'd be shooting at them here? Did someone take Lina's little misfire as a battle declaration? He looked around, seeing two ships in the horizon. Getting out the spying glass, he extended it - the glass so grimy that he couldn't see anything. "Son of a.." he turned the glass on the other end - the front lense was broken, too.
He couldnt' see any cannonballs coming his way, but he could still hear the gunfire - as if it was comming from right next to them.
It clicked for him. "Wind's on us." He said, looking up at the sails. "That's why we hear a distant battle a lot clearer. But, Lina, we should dock. We need supplies. Might have to sell some stuff." The captain said. "But you keep your paws off my booze." he said, setting the course for Kesrizu island, the big island's city could be seen from several hundred meters away.
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