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One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

As the ship went away in the dark storm, Chester felt his eyes close as he hit the cold water, his body went limp and he felt a heavy weight in his chest, and soon, that weight and the coldness of the sea was replaced with a soothing warmth. Was he dying? He drifted out of consciousness as he laid there, falling towards the bottom of the sea. An arm grabbed him as he was yanked, and soon, he found himself on a sandy shore not unlike the one he had washed up on about a month ago, the one with the strangely sweet fruits.

His eyes popped open, and in front of him sat Macario on the beach, his toes in the sand. Chester hacked and wheezed, spitting up water, a few of his stitches had thorn. "T-That was one hell of a ride.." Chester asked, as he looked at Macario. "Where the hell are we?"

"Oh you ol so and so's!" a voice said from behind them. As a man in a bare torso said, patting Chester on his back "Taking a morning swim, huh? Didn't even go skinny dipping, that's against the rules, man!" the stranger said and Chester looked at him with a confused look - not irregular for the pirate. The naked-torso man had a shark tooth in a necklace as well as several wristbands that read out words such as "Hype" and "Redical". He wore flower-painted swimming trunks and flip flops, and had navy blue trimmed shades with orange lenses, his skin was tanned and his recently shaved head was violet.

"Who are you?" Chester asked him and the man grinned. "Oh come on. It's me, your supreme partybro! Chadwick!" he shouted, as he stretched out his pinky and his thumb before wiggling his wrist, stretching out his tongue in some form of grimace. Chester was surprised.

"And you lot! YOU ARE OUR NEW PLEDGES!" He shouted and the crowd that had been rather quiet up until that point came alive and charged Chester and Macario with shark tooth necklaces, wristbands and V-neck T-shirts that were all too tight in red with black text for Macario, and the reverse for Chester, putting the shirts ontop of their regular shirts, the sheer amount of people overpowered Chester and Macario from putting them all in the morgue - or perhaps they were too shocked, or tired from almost drowning. The T-shirts read "REDICAL DREADICAL '77"

"TOTTALLY REDICAL!" Chadwick shouted as he made a howl while doing the hand thing again.

"Actually."

"REDICAL!"

"Hold on!"

"REDICAL!" The crowd shouted. "PLEDGE PARADE, PLEDGE PARADE"

"HOLD THE FUCK ON!" Chester shouted, as he looked at Macario. "Can you belive this shit?!"

"Jeez, chill Pledgie. What's your name?" Chadwick asked.

"Chester."

".. You're blonde, you're bleeding, and you look pretty strong, and you smell of alcohol and seawater. You don't happen to be the Chester who fucked up Azure and Quartz?" Chadwick asked, his voice got serious in his last few words. Chester looked him dead in the eye, before he cracked up. "Yep, wrecked those guys!"

And Chadwick smiled "Fanfucking tastic! Always hated those pricks!" He said, followed by more howling.

"Look at this, fitting in with the crowd already!" Chester added, joining in with the howling and the hand-wiggling.

"Who are you guys, anyway?" He asked.

"We're the crimson company recruits!" [Crismon Company; 2nd In command LT. Chadwick Burgundy] Chadwick said as he let out a smile. "And you, my guy, have a debt to repay! And luckily for you, all you have to do is help us school the Plant Pansies in the Verdant Camp!"

"Till you have, you are honorary members of The Crimson Company, where Unity is Strength!" As he uttered the motto he heard a sheer, as beer was poured and mugs of it was thrown at Chester and Macario. "Dude, I like these guys." Chester told Macario with a smile.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Anyway, Dibs on Super Strength.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

@Tyler

I sure did sense a disturbance in the force.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Howdy.

Gonna go read through this gauntlet now.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Macario's hands were on the railing, and as the rod was dropped, Chester dove after it, leaning with his feet on the railing, his body hanging off of the railing, he caught the rod. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed chipper.

Till the boat shook on the harsh waves, and the rotten railing broke under the weight of the two men, and Chester fell down into the water, Macario falling next to him. "Fuck." He added, once he hit the water, he choked for air "Can't swim!" he shouted, hoping Macario could hear him before his body went limp. The Hinnon Breeze was traveling far from them within seconds, far enough that Chester could no longer see the boat from where he was. Kuhn and Lina scurried on the ship, trying to get control of the boat, but the boat was going on it's own accord.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester's eyes narroweed as he looked at the swinging fish. "Lina, you know I don't like being told what to do. We should eat him."

"COME ON!" The fish and Kuhn both shouted. The wind picked up and blew the God Fish in all directions, "HELP!" the fish shouted. "But then again.. Maybe it would be safest to throw him overboard.. We can't have our fine vessel be sinking on us!" he shouted over the loud rain that was now pissing down onto the deck, each drop of water exploding as it collided in a splash of water. "You mean this piece of crap boat?!" The Fish shouted as it blew directly to the side "GET ME DOWN!" Chester puffed his chest. "Not until you admit that our boat is a nice boat!"
"GRR!"

"SAY IT!" Chester demanded, Kuhn was holding his hat as the winds was picking up into a fierce storm. Chester had one hand on the railing, reaching up towards the fish to hear him. "Macario, gimme a hand!" he shouted backwards, waiting for the fish to give in.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester and Kuhn both also joined into poking at it.

"Hey! Stop poking me! I don't know where your fingers have been!" He shouted, and Chester shrugged. "You'd never find out." Kuhn scoffed. "In his nose and in a bottle, mostly."

"What are you anyway?" Chester asked.

"I'm a Ionized God Fish"

"... That's a cool name"

"I'm a cool fish. Too cool for this dump of a ship!" the Ionized God Fish exclaimed. "Release me at once! And I will grand you my four other virtues, too! You will find true love, have beautiful children, fullfill your dreams, travel the world and forever have good health! Yes, all that, and probably more!" The fish promised all in one breath.

"You know, Captain. I think he's full of shit." Kuhn nodded, poking the fish's cheeks. "How did ya learn to talk anyway?"

"I will not tell you."

"You should tell us." Chester insisted. "Lina, get the knife."

"FINE! I found books under the sea that I started learning from when I was but a small fishboy!"

"You mean fishman?" Chester asked.

"Chester, pretty sure dat's racist." Kuhn noted. "Why do people keep accusing me of being racist?" Chester exclaimed with a pout.

"So you learned to read and dat's how you can talk?" Kuhn asked to confirm and the fish let out a 'uh-huh'.

"I'm calling bullshit." He said, as he held his hat, the wind picking up and a gust made his duster blow in the powerful wind. The rain had now turned into a proper downpour and the water was streaming onto the deck. "See, this storm will only get worse unless you release me! I have unlimited magical powers!" the fish shouted.

"Or maybe, just maybe it's a North Blue storm, it was even in the newspaper's weather section." Kuhn added, nodding back towards the newspaper.

"... I think it's magic. We should let him go.. Lina, you can put back the knife.." Chester said abruptly.

"Really?!" Kuhn asked.

"R-Really?" the Ionized God Fish asked.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester barged into the room. "Guys!" He shouted, paniced, at Macario and Lina. "Guys, seriously!" he seconded, panting as he did, Kuhn came running, appearing behind him. "Dude, Kuhn! Sit down!" He shouted and Kuhn shrugged. "What?" he asked, a slight bit of worry in his voice.

"I feel this creeping sensation going down my spine. I think someone's after me."

"Sure that's not the booze talking?" Kuhn asked him with a sarcastic tone.

"No, it's Chester talking, moron. Booze can't talk.. BUT THAT BRINGS ME TO MY POINT!" He added. Kuhn put his hand to his face, getting a cup from the freshly made pot of coffee, sitting down.

"I caught a god damn fish, guys!"

"... Good for you?"

"No, seriously, a super weird fish, it's talking!" Chester

" What.." Kuhn explained, in disbelief.

"It's so fucking cool!" He added, with a big grin, as he walked out of the kitchen, he headed towards the fishing rods attached to the railings, as he started reeling the line up, the purple and gold fish with red stripes was on the hook. Looking at it with it's cold fish-eyes.

"You are all probably questioning weather you should eat me.. But the answer might surprise you.." The fish spoke with a deep voice.

"Holy crap he talks." Kuhn said in disbelief, his jaw dropping.

"Isn't he awesome?!" Chester stated with a giggle. The rain had now started pouring a lot heavier, thunder could be heard in the distance, the wind was picking up, as well.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester popped the lid off his bottle as he sat down next to the helm of the Hinnon Breeze, the brig leaving the docks and once again setting upon the open sea. Kuhn looked up at the sitting captain who had his back turned towards them, one hand drinking booze, the other lazily directing the helm. "You sure dat's safe?" Kuhn asked, and Chester nodded. "Uh-Huh. Perfectly safe. I've only been shipwrecked a handful of times."

"Fantastic." Kuhn added. "You, target practice." He said, pointing at Macario and his wounds. "Can you navigate? Call me old fashioned-"
"Old fashioned!" Chester chimed in.

.."but I prefer a helmsman who looks at the water." Kuhn continued.

"You talking shit to your captain? I will fight you!" Chester added, faking being flustered.

"Of course not, and I'm sure you would. Speaking of which, you guys are all in pretty bad shape, we really shouldn't be fighting anyone right now, so perhaps we should duck down and try to play it safe."

"... Lina, I don't think newbie's knows me very well"

"... Guess I do not."

Chester grinned, getting a wet rag and wiping some blood off of his face. "Ow." He said as his wound started bleeding again, he continued to poke the wound with the wet rag, every time letting out a soft 'ow'. "We have ten crates of booze in the cargo hold. And I want four of those to be gone by the time we go to sleep."

"What about the other six? We saving those?" Kuhn asked, as he took a sip from the alcohol. He knew very well he could never keep up with Chester in drinking - this guy beat Isaac, and Isaac could've drunk an entire battalion under the table all on his own.

Chester laughed. "Haha, no."

And so, with continued banter, our heroes sailed on to further adventures, the Hinnon Breeze softly bouncing on the waves as friendships were forged and stories were shared, partying the night away as they sailed on the open ocean.

Justice League: Legacy

Bruh, you headed to Readingfestival? I was JUST THERE yesterday (Friday)!!!

@Roman

So you're still drunk then, I take it.