Journey onto The Grand Line: Voyage One

[Aerozord]

"Destiny. Fate. Dreams. These unstoppable ideals are held deep in the heart of man. As long as there are those that seek freedom in this life, these things will not vanish from the earth"

Your crew has recently set sail on the Grand Line, the rapidly shifting and extreme weather as you travel from reverse mountain giving you your first taste of the dangers you must face. Finally a day later weather had stablized for the moment and you are on your way to your first island. Only minor damage to your ship and is easily repaired. Your ship currently has a million beri worth of treasure and full stock of food and other supplies.

However peace is a rare commodity on the Grand Line and you can spot three specks on the horizon. Slowly growing closer, and soon making it clear what they are. Pirate ships.

[Premmy]

Dorian Soro looked out on the Grand Line from his perch on the bow of the ship. He spun around on his heel, throwing his hair back and tying his trademark bandanna down over head. With a devilish smile, he drew his cutlass, pointing it behind him to the approaching ships and hollering at the top of his lungs.

" ALLRIGHT MEN! IT LOOKS TO ME THAT WE'VE GOT SOME TROUBLE HEADED OUR WAY!......

He paused mid-order and looked back over his shoulder again. He wrinkled his nose and looked again to his crew.

"It's entirely possible that they are not here to challenge us, but are instead well-wishers here to see us off on our journey. BE THAT AS IT MAY, WE WOULDN'T WANT ANYONE TO GET THE IDEA! THAT THE LEGENDARY RED-BAND PIRATES ARE ANYTHING BUT ROUGH AND READY TO TUSSLE WITH ANYTHING THROWN AT THEM! So, keeping that in mind, ALL HANDS ON DECK!

[Menarker]

Cyrano slowly trod the ship steadily, undisturbed by the sway and movements upon the waves. His sword was held in one hand, slung behind his back.

"What do you wish? Ward them off? Force their surrender? Loot them? Or send them to the bottom of the sea?"

The shark-man's face was mildly content, neither of the choices being more or less appealing, except for perhaps looting them.

[Jagos]

"Oi! Captain, they've got 7 deckhands each from wha' I'm seeing here!"

Gunther looked at the flags. Having read the news, he wanted to focus on which crews might be their next target. He sneezed. His cold from the crazy weather probably wasn't going to help him too much but he'll be damned if he wore another shirt again. The story was too horrifying.

"And captain, for the last time, "The Legendary Pirates ARE Rough and Ready to Tussle! Get it right this time! "

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar stood on the deck unmoving. One of the lovely things about his devil fruit power is he could stay still on moving ships, sure his body could sway about but his feet never moved. It was a silly thing to do, but Rugnar is a silly man sometimes. He did notice the ship in the distance and grinned.

"What do you wish? Ward them off? Force their surrender? Loot them? Or send them to the bottom of the sea?" Cyrano asked out loud.

Rugnar looked at the strange fishman and gave his head a shake. Ward them off and Not Loot them? Blasphemy!

"What are ya? Daft man! They be having treasure on board, We loot them then send em to the bottom of the sea! Never let treasure go to waste!"

Rugnar released his feet from the floor board and headed out to look at the ships.

"It's only 3 of em anyways, we can take em!"

If there was anything Rugnar was, Being confident topped his list. He Grinned up at the fish guy. This will be fun and he was just picturing all the loot he could take from the hold's of those ships.

[Menarker]

Cyrano stared at Rugnar with an understanding but stern expression. To an average pirate, not looting an opposing ship was a worthless suggestion. But to him, it didn't matter where they got the loot as long as he got his share. Whether the captain wanted to attack that particular group was another matter. The money did had to come from somewhere, but not particularly from this ship.

I'm a fishman. I could swim under their ship, likely without them knowing. Punch several holes under their ship, we watch them all sink and drown, and I swim back and forth, carrying the loot back to the ship. No fight, no risk. If the captain wants to keep them alive though for ransom, interrogation, slavery or any other reason, then we'll have to use a different approach. I'm just asking how he'll want to approach this situation. It makes little difference to me as long as I get my share.

He however returned Ragnar's grin with a wry smirk. His own sword arm was ready for action and at least the crew seemed confident in their success.

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar stared at Cyrano with the look of a kid who just had someone take away their favourite toy. What was wrong with this guy, did he really think he could take all the fun away from everyone? Honestly, some people are just a bunch of spoil sports.

"Hey now, Ya look here ya Crazy fishman! Ya don't be doin things like that, half the fun of looting is getting the treasure yerself. If you go out there and do that then ye'll be ruinin all the fun fer the rest of us!" Rugnar practically shouted at the fishman.

He then pointed at the ships.

"Ye'd also totally ruin the fun of combat fer the rest of us! Yer trying to steal all the glory fer yerself aren't ya? Rugnar continued. He was starting to get heated at the thought of not being able to loot the ships, or get to smack people around.

[Menarker]

Cyrano shrugged.

"If you feel that badly about it, I could just chop off their rudders, so they can't steer. Then we can attack them one by one at our leisure without being swarmed or them escaping."

[Jagos]

Gunther sneezed. Oi! What makes them evil? They might just be on their way to somewhere else. Or maybe they heard about us! They heard about the great aim of the greatest sniper in the world and they won't get too close...

Gunther's knees were shaking in the crows nest. He didn't like fighting hand to hand, but could do it if need be. Give him a few long range shots, he'd make it. He could only hope that they'd keep their distance.

[Overcast]

Down below Vind had been doing a bit of cleaning. After all a dirty cooking environment was bad for both health and hedonism, good food being the type of thing made in a nearly sterile environment. He did the best he could at any rate, trying to make everything in his domain sparkle and shine so that when he did start cooking he wouldn't have to even think about it. Course everything came to a terribly screeching halt when he heard the grand yell of the captain screaming,

ALL HANDS ON DECK!

He hurriedly tried to put his cleaning supplies in their rightful place before he took off for the ladderwell up to the main deck. He caught the news late, but from what he pieced together they had seen a couple ships and were ready to do all the typical pirating business and as he was he tried to join in on the awkward moment,

"Ah-well a boarding sounds the best option if we can pull it off. We can see their crew, kill the useless, abduct what we need, and if we like the ship we can even transfer off to that one. Though that is a one at a time sort of thing, if we go with Mister Cyrano and cut the rudders of the other two they won't be able to maneuver in to aid the best one...but that is just this humble cook's opinion."

He smiled warmly, maybe a bit too warmly for someone who just volunteered the kind of plan he just did.

[Aerozord]

(assuming you are fine with letting the ship get close as long as they dont attack)

The ships didn't fire a shot and pulled up along side their own. One on each side and the third in the back. Could now easily tell each ship has seen alot of damage and repair, as if it hasn't seen a proper dock in months. Planks from the two ships were lowered and a total of 15 men boarded. Their captain wore a white great coat, with short grey hair and long hairs from his face that resembled whiskers. "Greetings, I am the captain of the white cat pirates. We've unfortunately had some difficulty navigating these waters and our supplies are running low."

Suddenly you hear the sound of guns cocking and swords being unsheathed. About 50 men total from the three ships all having their sights trained on your small ship. "So if you would please hand over all of your supplies, we'll be on our way". The captain was almost disturbingly relaxed, making it hard to read him. But clear he was confident in the advantage he had with his superior numbers.

[Overcast]

Almost as if his plan had been spirited away to the other side they found themselves boarded from every side. Guns trained on their persons, swords drawn, and at risk for all their supplies to be taken. For Vind the feeling of the situation was perhaps far more dire than most anyone else. For if they took their supplies he would have no cleaning items, no food to prepare, no proper water to cook with, no deliciousness at all. Well they would have to trample over his dead body before he allowed them to raid his kitchen! He looked up at Dorian with a kind sort of grin on his face,


"Permission to scream sir?"

He was breathing in anyway, because no matter what he knew this crew to be a little above giving in even when the numbers were against them. Because they were stupid, prideful, and desperate for a reputation. So to hell with the good sense, a pirate life was made on bad decisions.

[Jagos]

From the crow's nest, nothing was heard. Gunther's rifle was drawn, going for the man to the Captain's right side.

Hmmm... 50:1 odds. It was just the type of thing Gunther felt he needed. He calculated the people he would need to take out. He heard something about the White Cat crew and how they were fast. Judging from the crow's nest view, he could see them all.

Movement caught his eye from the Pirate crews' ships in tandem. Judging the wind, Gunther fired three times in quick succession, taking out the enemy sharpshooters on the ship. He barely heard the voices about supplies, having a ping register by his left ear.

Darnit, that was really lucky. He found the source of the noise, taking aim as he went for ammo in his bag for the next salvo.

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar chucked as he saw the ships getting ready to board up with them. One of them would need to turn in order successfully board them so he had a plan.

"Ah, ye see that there wheel mate" Rugnar said to Cyrano as the ship neared them "I bet I can hit the wheel from 'ere, I say 100 Beli"

Before he could actually shake on it though, Rugnar created 2 larger Sticky Bomb's in his hands. Took aim and tossed it at the wheel. His aim was good and it smacked against the wheel and exploded, sending chucks with enough force around to knocked down anyone unlucky enough not to dodge and pin em to the ground with glue. He could only hope it actually stops the wheel from turning.

"Haha! Right on Target eh!" He shouted, then frowned when he realized he forgot to actually shake on the deal. He then looked around for the next thing to throw his Sticky Bomb at.

[Menarker]

The shark's eyes scowled as they were boarded. He made it a point never to trust unfamiliar ships, for even the weak and infirm could do enough damage with numbers and guns. This unwelcome and easily avoidable stand-off already earned the captain of this crew a mental demerit in his mind. However, a contract is a contract.

Cyrano powerful sleek build darted past the men that boarded the ship, holding his massive sword up front so its wide and blunt edge would shield against any frontal bullets as he jumped explosively from the ship to one of the opposing ships. Raising his powerful sword in the air, the fishman slammed the blade viciously against the deck, intent on smashing the entire deck floor to piece, as the bodies would fall through into the next level. With them forced out of sight from his own crew, and their balance destroyed, he would simply cleave through them all and repeat for each ship.

[Premmy]

"What do you wish? Ward them off? Force their surrender? Loot them? Or send them to the bottom of the sea?"
He shook his head
"Hey now, fishboy, let's wait and see what they do, eh? no need to jump the gun, right?"

"And captain, for the last time, "The Legendary Pirates ARE Rough and Ready to Tussle! Get it right this time! "

Pulling out his pistol, he aimed it to the crows nest and growled

"ARR boy! don't correct your captain, I said what I meant and I meant what I said, if'n we're not prepared, they'll think we're layabouts, and I won't have anyone thinking anything but the best of me!"
As the Ships boarded his own, he looked to the Approaching captain.
"Greetings, I am the captain of the white cat pirates. We've unfortunately had some difficulty navigating these waters and our supplies are running low."
"Yes, and I'm the Infamous Red-Band Dorian Sorro, what can we be doin for ye?"

Suddenly you hear the sound of guns cocking and swords being unsheathed. About 50 men total from the three ships all having their sights trained on your small ship. "So if you would please hand over all of your supplies, we'll be on our way". The captain was almost disturbingly relaxed, making it hard to read him. But clear he was confident in the advantage he had with his superior numbers.

Dorian shook his head, then steadied his pistol torwards the be-whiskered captain

"Well that's too bad, seeing as all we've got are blades, bullets and beatings, but I'm a generous man so I'd be happy to share!"

Dorian's feet left the deck just as he squeezed his trigger, sending him flying backwards and onto the ship on the opposite side, he twisted in the air, landing foot-first on an enemy pirate's chest, and jumping high into the air, yelling out his orders.

"ALL RIGHT MEN, TAKE EM FOR ALL THEY'RE WORTH! JUST LEAVE THREE OF EM ALIVE TO TELL THE TALE!"

[Aerozord]

As the cook yell out many of the pirate recoiled from the inhuman noise. Many quickly fell to the pirates attack. By the time they regained their senses it became clear the crew was alot stronger then they thought. "Captain! Devil fruit users!" Though even those lacking the power were still formidible. Left and right they fell, the captain crying out "We wont last another week without these supplies, fight till the last man" As all fifty of them swarmed your ship.

[Overcast]

They all seemed to be coming to the ship now. Which was bad. Not exactly for the crew, they already knew what was happening, for them. He pulled a big breath in and started blasting them off the ship in crowds. Down in the water they weren't much of a threat, and for the most part if they tried to be they would have a fishman to tear them apart. Which really is quite nice. He wondered if the crew was against cannibalism...they probably were...well except the ones that weren't human. He might just save some anyway.

He took in another deep breath and decided to give them some psychological damage to go with all the physical damage they were receiving by sending out a massively amplified version of his personal laugh,

"Veheheheheh!"

It was his favorite thing. It rang out in waves, not big enough to knock anyone over, but you felt it in your whole body. And along with him pulling out both his rapier and his flintlock it was quite an image. He just hoped the men were prone to mutiny.

[phil_]

The doors from below deck slammed open once again. "Geeze, what's all this racket? It's like there's a war going... on..." Carapi stopped rubbing his neck. "Great, just what I want to wake up to."

Some cannon fodder pirate charged, cutlass leveled to run Carapi through. With a practiced grace, Carapi tucked one arm under the man's sword, one behind his neck, and swung the man head first into the deck. "Pirate Smashing Sacred Fist: Butt Hammer!" Carapi's fist came down between the man's legs, smashing him through the deck. "Oh, whoops." Carapi called out to Dorian, "Sorry! It's a reflex!"

"Just great, now he'll probably want me to fix that..." Carapi added to himself while taking a stance near the doors to go below deck. He yelled out to the attackers, "Don't attack me; I'm just a doctor," but his tone didn't sound as non-threatening as he'd hoped.

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar grinned and hooted. So many targets so little time. He tossed his Sticky bomb at one of the on rushing men. It smacked in against his chest then exploded. Sending the man tumbling to the ground and pinning him. Chunks scattered and slammed into a half dozen others sending them to the ground and pinning them there. He drew his Sabre.

"Come ye darn fools ye'll get whats yours!" Rugner shouted at them. "Ye got no way of surviving against the mighty Red-Band Pirates"

He formed his Gum bullets and let rip into a charging rank smacking into the leading men knocking a few of them down. He then prepared to meet the charge with his Sabre all while forming another Sticky Bomb in his hand. God how he loved his abilities!

[Jagos]

Pulling out his pistol, he aimed it to the crows nest and growled

"ARR boy! don't correct your captain, I said what I meant and I meant what I said, if'n we're not prepared, they'll think we're layabouts, and I won't have anyone thinking anything but the best of me!"

Right as the captain was looking at the crow's nest, Gunther shot the guy right next to the captain. The fly buzzing around the captain's neck fell victim to the shot as the guy with the cutlass aiming for the captain's head also fell over.

"Right captain. Now will you watch your back or is that my job too? Me, the greatest sniper in the world?" Of course, the idiot that decided to push the men onto their small ship was the first one to fall over from a shot by Gunther's custom rifle. He liked egging the captain, because then it kept his fear from being too much. Not to mention the captain had a habit of being airheaded. Speaking of which

Hey, 200 beris says I can hit the gunpowder on the farthest ship, who's up for the challenge!? Gunther yelled, hoping to wake up even the laziest among their crew, took aim as he fiddled around with his blowtorch.

As the cook yell out many of the pirate recoiled from the inhuman noise. Many quickly fell to the pirates attack. By the time they regained their senses it became clear the crew was alot stronger then they thought. "Captain! Devil fruit users!" Though even those lacking the power were still formidible. Left and right they fell, the captain crying out "We wont last another week without these supplies, fight till the last man" As all fifty of them swarmed your ship.

As soon as Gunther heard sound, he took out the source. If it wasn't his own crew's voice, they usually went down before they finished their sentence. Gunther sighed. They were too weak to really fight and they acted as if they had lost their soul.

I doubt they would last a week if not for their desperation as another little pirate was lost to the custom rifle, Gunther found his blowtorch for his ever crazier shot of the day.

The flaming bullet pinged around on one of the ships, causing parts to burst into flames as it penetrated. Eventually it found the gunpowder, causing damage to the hull of the ship and forcing the ship's exterior to blow up on the other side of the Red Band's ship. Gunther didn't believe it would hit their side and thanked the lucky stars that wasn't happening now.

[Menarker]

Cyrano looked up to see several pirates swinging to the ship. He scowled at his current position away from the rest of his team-mates.

"Uggh... These ones are a waste of my time. I can come back from them later."

Selecting a particular target that was in mid-swing boarding the ship, he rocketed from his standing point and spun his body with the blade like an improvised buzzsaw. The momentum of the impact rocketed him toward to his allies' ship still spinning as he hit another soldier and bounced against another, soaring over two others before hitting a third and recoiling to ones he skipped over. Each thud of his blade landed heavily against their bodies, causing large wounds and shuddering sensations from the heavy impact as Cyrano continued to erractically thump numberous pirates in a short period of time.

"I can only hope the ones in my crew don't throw themselves in my path. I would NOT be happy if they blame me for it."

[Aerozord]

(no one objected, so I'm going with what I said before)

The enemy crews were soundly defeated. Their ships in shambles and most of them dead. Only a badly wounded captain and those immobilized by glue remained alive and consious. The captain grits his teeth at the victors "we did... all we could... you'll end up just like us too, lost, starving... fools should turn back while you still can"

[mauve]

"Well now, that's a rather pessimistic thing to say," Mikhail said with a yawn from his spot at the helm, leaning sloched against the wheel. "I think our friend is a bit of a sore loser."

Mikhail shifted uncomfortably at the silence that answered him, as his crewmates probably realized he'd been standing there doing nothing for the length of the battle.

"What?" he asked defensively. "I was doing my part! Someone had to keep the ship on course!"

More silence.

"Uh... I was offering much-needed moral support?" he tried.

[Menarker]

Cyrano grunted to his statisfaction as almost every pirate that was not his allies were defeated soundly. He kicked a random one lying on the floor as if to sate his own frustration. Then he had an idea.

"Excuse me, Captain. I'm going to investigate their ships for any loot or equipments which we may use for our own purposes.

Cyrano looked to the men that were littered on board the ship, and systematically skewered them through the chest with his massive blade, on the off chance that any of them would be carrying jewelery or at least portable weapons to use or sell.

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar grinned after the battle, tossing the glue ball in the air as he looked around. What a lovely fun it had been. The pirates they had just slaughtered warned em about not going farther but what fools they were obviously since there tiny force went through them easily.

I agree with Cyrano we should check the ships and pilfer anything they have, treasure, supplies...anything! Rugnar said cheerly as he headed to another ship to go through the stuff, but not before preforming a joke on one person.

He grinned evil as he passed Mikhail. He bent down to check something besides his foot and produced some glue on his hands and stuck Mikhails left foot to the deck. He grinned to himself as he headed off quickly.

[Premmy]

"we did... all we could... you'll end up just like us too, lost, starving... fools should turn back while you still can"
DOrian Tsked as his boots clomped across the deck and over to his fallen enemy. He put the flat of his blade beneath the man's chin and tilted it up.

"Aye, you think so? why don't you tell us more about that and I'll think about letting you be a witness. What did you see?"

[Aerozord]

The captain glared at Dorian "storms, monsters, pirates, marines, but even that we managed to survive. But the greatest nightmare is navigation. Current and wind shifts constantly and subtley, making conventional navigation impossible, we've been sailing these waters for months without seeing land."

The other ships had quite a good amount of treasure. However it was clear they had few remaining supplies. Even a small crew like your's it was only enough for a week or two without rationing. Still there was about a million beri worth of treasure to plunder

[Menarker]

Cyrano had a cheery toothy smile on his face as his blade was strapped to his back and he strolled back and forth, stuffing the loot in barrels and chests and carrying them easily to the ship. He figured that the ship's cook would know best where to put the food and how to handle it, so he left that alone for the time being.

"Captain, once we're done looting and all that, you want me to destroy their ships? Or do you have any plans for them?

[Jagos]

Dibs on all ammo! Gunther jumped down from the top of the crow's nest, nearly landing on Cyrano.

Oops. Sorry Sharky! He runs towards the ship to get to some much needed tools and supplies and pillage some plunder, from the pirates. He would need some of the expended bullets to make even more bullets for his weapon and the gold casings of some of the foregone pirates would work well for Mr. Winner.

Before he got to one of the two pirate ships remaining, he sneezed. His cold was coming back, even on a good day like this.

Eventually he raided the tools of the ship's mechanic and picked up a wrench as well as a shards of glass. He'd had an idea for a new weapon and knew this would come in handy.

[Menarker]

"Damn Reckless humans..." Cyrano's eyes were furrowed with impatience, but continued to help with the looting, his mind pretty much preoccupied on how much he would get paid at the next town and how he would spend it at the next town.

"Captain, I assume we're not stopping our journey short just because a crew as weak as these cowardly whiny teat sucking babies are saying it would be too hard for us!?"

[mauve]

The captain glared at Dorian "storms, monsters, pirates, marines, but even that we managed to survive. But the greatest nightmare is navigation. Current and wind shifts constantly and subtley, making conventional navigation impossible, we've been sailing these waters for months without seeing land."

"Ha!" Mikhail laughed. "That's on account of you not having a navigator of my caliber on board. Well, can't fault you for not being as good as the Red Band Pirates, I suppose. It's not your fault you're sub-par. Let me tell you, I--" Mik took a step forward, or rather attempted to, but stopped short as his foot refused to budge. The rest of him kept going, however, and the man fell to the deck with a loud thud and a muted curse.

"Ow! What the--" He looked back at his foot, coated with glue. "DAMN IT RUGNAR! That was uncalled for!" He struggled to free himself. That guy was going on Mikhail's list of people to curse. The sole of his boot gave way with a ripping sound, leaving chunks of rubber and leather stuck to the deck. Oh, Rugnar was moving to the top of the list. Cyrano was demoted to slot #2.

[Aerozord]

The captain laughed at the navigator. "your calibur? haha you cant even navigate the deck of your ship"

[mauve]

"Well, your face is stupid!" Mikhail spat back. He gave a pull on his shoe, and the rest of the sole ripped free of the leather uppers. Mikhail's toes poked out the bottom of his now-gutted boots. "Damn it all. These were my best boots." He kicked off both shoes, vouching to go barefoot for the time being.

"Captain, permission to repair my damaged ego by cursing that ugly hunk of driftwood they call a ship?" he asked crossly, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket.

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar carried some loot back to the ship and saw Mikhail walking towardws him. He grinned at the man widely and nodded to the man.

"Hey Mikhail!" Rugnar greated the man, "Ya seem to be missin' part of yer shoe's! Best be careful you don't cut yer foot on anything."

His grin grew wider and chuckled mildly at the man's plight. He knew he would pay for it in the future but it's was a good game the crew had with each other. Nothing was better then getting each other with pranks. His seemed to have worked out better then he anticipated thanks to the shoe Mikhail gave to the prisoners.

[phil_]

Carapi took a look around. "Well, none of us seem to be hurt, so I guess I don't have anything to do." He glanced back toward the doors below deck, "Not that I'll be able to go back to sleep now..."

"Sigh. Captain, orders?"

[Overcast]

The cook looked down at the beaten captain who seemed keen on still talking junk of some sort to their crew like his former crew was actually even halfway as good as theirs. A scoff proceeded from his lips perhaps a bit too loud, but then when he was being a prick the power from his fruit always seemed a bit more reflexive,

"Your crew didn't last half a second against us. We obliterated your entire group in record time and you expect us to fall out so quickly. I'll tell you what..."

He pointed the flintlock at his face with a big crazy grin splitting his features in have the feeling of battle still burning through his system, making him a littler crazier than he should be. A bit of a soft spot for him,

"I'll be cooking you and your crew if you don't learn to hold your tongue."

He let out a nice bout of laughter for the man before he began rounding up the more conventional foodstuffs and went back below deck to continue the cleaning.

[Premmy]

Captain, I assume we're not stopping our journey short just because a crew as weak as these cowardly whiny teat sucking babies are saying it would be too hard for us!?"

"Course not, fishboy, just do yer job and clean out both these ships before sinking all but one."

"your calibur? haha you cant even navigate the deck of your ship"

"ARR! NOBODY insults my crewman besides me!"

Which was as good a point as any to kick the capain overboard.

"speakin of-"

"Sigh. Captain, orders?"

"Get yerself below decks, fishboy, you're gloomin up the place"
"Captain, permission to repair my damaged ego by cursing that ugly hunk of driftwood they call a ship?"
Dorian wrinkled his nose and pondered the offer

"Wait till done with em , and then you can have your fun"

[mauve]

"Hey Mikhail!"

Mik looked up from his task of picking glue-soaked leather off the deck to see Rugnar grinning down at him. "Ya seem to be missin' part of yer shoes! Best be careful you don't cut yer foot on anything."

Mikhail's eyebrows rose in mock-surprise.

"Missing my shoes, you say?" He looked down at his bare feet, as though he just now noticed them. "Oh-ho, so I am! Imagine that! I don't suppose you'd know anything about how this unfortunate turn of events came to pass, would you?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Mikhail saw Vind approach the defeated captain. Apparently the cook disliked their enemy almost as much as Mikhail did.

"I'll be cooking you and your crew if you don't learn to hold your tongue," he growled, aiming a pistol at the man's head.

"I bet he'd go brilliantly with a side of mashed potatoes." Mik chimed in helpfully. He disliked this White Cat Pirate's attitude. Mikhail didn't particularly care for kicking a man while he was down, but this guy was downright annoying. Besides, technically Mikhail wasn't the one doing the kicking. Verbal abuse didn't count.

"Wait till done with em, and then you can have your fun"

Mik grinned, offering his captain a salute.

"Aye sir!" he said. "That'll suit me just fine."

[Jagos]

What a haul! A ratchet, a wrench a few nuts and bolts and a new weapon to be made. The crew would be evermore dangerous and quite frankly, the Grand Line didn't seem so tough. Of course, his bravado only went so far as his head since he couldn't stop sneezing or shaking his fists.

The captain laughed at the navigator. "your calibur? haha you cant even navigate the deck of your ship"

Luckily Gunther was near. He sneezed leaving something on his nose. He rubbed part of it on the captain's sleeve. Gah! This cold, it really sucks. But I can get over this. You? You are nothing more than a spineless git thinking he was a captain

"ARR! NOBODY insults my crewman besides me!"

Which was as good a point as any to kick the capain overboard.

Aww Cap'n, ya shoulda kept him here. We coulda glued him to his own deck... Or shot him in the leg... Or kept him as the only one on on the boat like the Davy Back Fights. That was too easy.

Gunther picked up his tools. Anyway, got the tools needed for something new. If anyone has a few ideas, lemme know. Might finally be able to make a cannon to avoid this next time.

[phil_]

Aye, Captain. I'll go gloom up below decks." Carapi waved a hand to Gunther. "Come with me, Gunther; I'll give you something for your nose. Can't have you spreading that around." With that, Carapi went back below deck to his quarters, throwing the pirate he'd smashed through the deck earlier back through the hole he'd made on the way.

[Aerozord]

The few survivors were loaded up on one of the ships and set adrift. The other two sunk and all of them stripped of treasure and supplies. The crew sailed off one million beries richer.

It was only a few more days before they finally reached it, the first island on the grand line. Or so they thought. Their logpose was pointing slightly to the side, meaning this was not the island it was leading them too. This island however was full of lovely greenery, blooming trees, and a wide assortment of rivers and natural wading pools

[Menarker]

Cyrano on the deck rather impatiently, not very much impressed with nature. Towns, cities and civilization was what called to him. That and wealth for which to buy his way to happiness. Despite this, he was in a fairly good mood given the windfall of 1,000,000 beries to split between the crew which he could only hope he get a damn good piece of it.

"I don't care about this island we're coming across. Our ship's cook however might say differently depending on our supplies... Might be good to ask him before we leave this place behind."

[mauve]

"Hnf." grunted Mikhail. His eyes darted from the log pose to the island, his brows scrunched in confusion.

"That's odd..." He rapped his knuckes sharply against the log pose, as though trying to knock some sense into it. The reading did not change.

"Not sure I like the looks of this, Captain," he warned. "Log pose seems set on pointing to somewhere else. I don't trust this at all."

He appraised the island with a raised eyebrow.

"Pretty nice spot, though. Pity." He grinned as a thought occurred to him. "Of course, if you're set on checking the place out, we could send Rugnar out as bait-- er--I mean, as a scout. You know, to make sure everything's safe. "

He smiled innocently at the glue man. The shoe incident had yet to be forgotten.

[Jagos]

So you say I need some Vitamin E (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_C) to get rid of the rats that Scurry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scurvy)... And the only thing I can find it in is these Potatoes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scurvy#Prevention)... Am I getting this right, doc? Gunther had barely looked at the list. He'd read it later when he was assigned to the crow's nest again. As it had been, he'd been working on a few new weapon designs and one was for the doc anyway. But of course, if they didn't have any supplies, they'd need to stop.

Oooh... Island... Gunther's thoughts drifted to the thoughts of fruits and crazy things when...

"Pretty nice spot, though. Pity." He grinned as a thought occurred to him. "Of course, if you're set on checking the place out, we could send Rugnar out as bait-- er--I mean, as a scout. You know, to make sure everything's safe. "

Gunther thought. Explore himself or send someone else that was better adapted with a Devil Fruit.

Sounds like a plan to me. Rugnar can take care of anything close to him.

[krogothwolf]

Rugner scratched his head as he looked at the island. It did look pretty and all. There could be hidden treasure and such there. He cocked an eyebrow at Mikhail as he started smacking the instrument. If things were getting mucked up hitting the damn thing wasn't going to get it working. He then went back to stare at the Island, there probably was something thing there.

"Pretty nice spot, though. Pity." He heard Mikhail say "Of course, if you're set on checking the place out, we could send Rugnar out as bait-- er--I mean, as a scout. You know, to make sure everything's safe. "

He turned to see Mikhail smiling at him and felt like chuckling. This was going to be a interesting trip he thought to himself.

"Well Cap'n." Rugner said as he stroke his chin, "I guess I could go and scout the Island, I'm sure our lovely navigator wouldn't lead us into a trap."

Rugner smiled back at Mikhail and winked.

"Though I could always use the navigator's help ya see, so I don't get lost in the jungle eh" He said as an after thought. "Though ya might want to put on shoe's before we got land side"

[Premmy]

Dorian floated off the bow and landed on the deck.


"Allright, I say we land and take account of things, if the Isle's good, me might dock for the night and figure out or next course of action"

He pointed first to Mikhail then to Gunther

"You and specs over there go out first and get our next location"

He then pointed out Cyrano

"SHARKFACE! take the cook and see if we can scrape together more grub, those pantywaists we wrassled with barely had enough for a snack on board!"

[Menarker]

Cyrano smirked as he was given his order. His blade rested flat ended on his shoulder.

"Very well. It wouldn't have been a problem for me to just jump overboard and catch fish along the way to the next island, but I guess you would all get utterly sick of it after a while.

Vind! You're telling me what to hunt and grab, so get ready!"

The sharkman jumped off the ship, prowling the nearby waters for any sea beasts or obstactles that could threathen a rowing boat which they'd need to use to load the goods back on.

[Overcast]

Vind had been doing a typical little browsing through the cook books, trying to figure out what they actually had the supplies to eat that day that would blow their taste buds out of their mouths. He was getting nowhere fast, they had plenty of mediocre items that was just a little better than hard tack.

He needed some fresh stuff or else he would be stuck making BAD FOOD.

That is just unacceptable.

And like a message from above(in fact it was exactly that) he heard the sharkman yelling at him that they were going off to get stuff and things, probably of the edible sort. So he put up his books and rushed up to the weather deck and noted the creep swimming off,

"Heeeeey dammit! I can't swim you jerk!"

[krogothwolf]

Rugner sat there tossing a Glue Wad up and down as he looked around. It seemed he had been forgotten about, or was going to be assigned guard duty.That would be a real drag. He really wanted to explore the island. He sighed though and smirked at Mikhail.

"Ya might want to get some shoes before going Land Sand," He said to the man, "Don't wanna be steppin on anything deadly out there."

He then scanned the Island looking for anything that might actually be half decent out there on it, All the while going "Here Fishy Fishy Fishy." wondering if that might actually work.

[Aerozord]

The fishman saw several pointed bits of coral, rather tall and large around the island, however the ship was already past them and currently in no danger. Otherwise there was nothing else he could spot in the area under the water.

The island was truely idealic, though perhaps abit too much for some of the crew's tastes. There was plenty of edible vegitation, a variety of fruits, berries, and veggies. Though a suprising lack of meat. Different insects but nothing larger then that. A good number of trees, almost all fruit baring and a river leading to a plateu at the center of the island with a freshwater lake that was suprisingly warm

[mauve]

Mikhail visibly deflated as Dorian nominated him as half the scouting party.

"Oh joy. Thank you Captain." he said flatly.

Rugnar took the opportunity at that point to suggest Mikhail find some shoes.

"Oh, fantastic idea. How kind of you to suggest it," he said through a strained, clench-jawed smile. It was rather obvious that he wasn't as pleased as he tried to appear.He disappeared below deck for a moment to find some shoes, cursing under his breath as he went. That guy was still on his hate list.


Some time later, Mikhail found himself stumbling through the island's flora, scouting the area with Gunther. The place was really rather pretty, if one overlooked the fact that traversing the island often meant kicking through tangled messes of vines and pointy sticks.

"This place isn't bad, I guess," Mikhail commented, picking burrs off of his pants leg. "Lots of fresh water and food. Vind'll like that. Awful strange you don't hear any birds, though. You'd think this place would be full of 'em, what with all the trees and fruit."

He frowned, shaking his left foot in pain.

"Damn it all, these shoes are uncomfortable!" he grumbled. "If I'm gonna go to all the trouble of stealing them from Rugnar, I'd at least expect them to be worth my time!"

He gave the shoe a tug and went back to walking.

"'Ey Gunther, you're better at seeing distances than I am. Do you see any signs of life out here? It's a little unnerving how quiet it is. Not that I'm afraid, mind you."

[Menarker]

"Heeeeey dammit! I can't swim you jerk!"

"You can't seem to think either. You need to come on the rowing boat, of course! How else are we to load the food without getting it wet? Was just checking the waters so you don't end up as some sea monster's lunch. All clear."

Cyrano stood on the beach, dripping wet as he waited for Vind to come by on the rowboat which they'll load the various foods they find inside. He wondered how the heck the crew would live long enough, and if he was entitled to their rewards if they died out of unaccountable stupidity.

[Jagos]

"'Ey Gunther, you're better at seeing distances than I am. Do you see any signs of life out here? It's a little unnerving how quiet it is. Not that I'm afraid, mind you."

Gunther didn't say anything. He'd been feeling queasy since he'd gotten off the boat. His bird chest didn't hide much and he did seem to like all of the fruits that were in the area. Regardless, he'd hunted before. There was nothing in the area... No fish in the lake and no birds on an otherwise pristine island.

I'm going to go find some higher ground and see the surroundings With that, Gunther began to walk away and find the source of his gut instinct's uneasiness.

"I will not throw up, I will not throw up" he told himself as he followed the river to the center of the island.

Mikhail, if you need shoes, I can do them. I'd need some glue though... Oh yeah... It had just dawned on Gunther the reason that Mikhail glared at Rugnar.

It may take a while but I'll think up something.

[Aerozord]

When Gunther got to the center of the island he could tell it was fairly uniformed, unusually so. Not only was the island relatively circular but the tall coral Cyrano spotted also formed a ring around the entire island

[mauve]

"Oh, I have other shoes, somewhere on board," Mikhail said, waving a hand dismissively. He followed along after Gunther, seemingly ignorant of the man's sudden illness."I just figured if I'm gonna go trampling about in the mud, I shouldn't bother ruining my last pair when I could ruin Rugnar's."

His voice trailed off as he looked out across the island.

"Whew," he said. "This place really is deserted. And... oh, what's the word..." he snapped his fingers, trying to think of the right term, "...symmetrical? A bit odd, doncha think?"

[Overcast]

"Can't blame me that I never went sailing in my entire life before I came on this ship. And that when I got on the ship I was about as buoyant as a brick. You be the man of the sea gillboy, I'll be the cook."

The boat wasn't really making him feel all that great, primarily because there was impending doom all around him. He didn't really fear death, but this death was just so...bland. Like a raw potato, nothing to accentuate the versatility of his life. Just a rapid drowning in this floating deathtrap after it hit the rocks.

Still he rowed on, he needed the Vitamin C to get the men off any kind of scurvy. He didn't know much about being on the sea, but diets were still a specialty since the young master seemed to switch from nutritional choice to nutritional choice day in and day out. Always explaining why.

[Menarker]

"That's why I'm taking your hand every god-damn step of the way so it doesn't become an issue. I was hired to bail you guys out if you ever ended up in the water. Among other things that is."

Cyrano gripped the boat's front, now that the devil fruit user was inside, and tugged it along as he swam with his characteristic speed and strength, hastily speeding up the process, impatient with his feeble and time-consuming pace of the cook. Upon reaching shore, he beached the boat, chopped off a sturdy tree branch, dug it in the sand, and tied the boat to the stake so it wouldn't drift. He prepared to move, dragging his sword's edge along the ground, making an easy trail for them to find the boat again while he left everything related to food to the seemingly useless cook.

[Overcast]

"Fine enough for me. Now stifle we got food to gather."

Upon entry he began harvesting the vegetation to an unreasonable degree. Typically he would be carefully picking to assure the next harvest would be as bountiful, right now he just wanted to make sure they had enough to get to the next island. The keywords came in three points. Vegetables weren't absolutely awesome, but they made good filler for when the crew needed to FEEL satiated, even when they weren't. Also there were a few good for flavor. Fruit for vitamin C, some quick energy during those late nights trying to keep the ship afloat, and sweetness to any dish. Berries, which he hoarded because he was a sucker for any sort of berry based pie. He was also ungodly good at making them, so if they needed some morale it would be pie day.

There would be much rejoicing.

Though most important was potable water. He wasn't sure if the fishman could live off the seawater, but he knew most of the crew couldn't. Fresh water to drink, fresh water to boil, fresh water for damn near everything. Even more than the food you always needed some good water, or else you just dried everything out.

The end result was the cook had stuffed every available pocket he had with stuff he could find, and was rushing back and forth from the little rowboat for water skins to hit the river with.

You worked with what you had and he hoped to get more than he needed.

[Aerozord]

(minor point, they have techonlogy to convert saltwater to freshwater. Its man-powered and on the ship. still its easier to fill up some wineskins so it still works)

the fruits and vegitables also seemed abit odd. Something only someone used to working with them would notice. Although they looked different, they all had the same qualities, same odor, internal texture, and if he tried some, even flavor.

[Jagos]

A bit?

Gunther's stomach did a little back flip. He wanted to explore the island more, but he wasn't sure what to make of the ring.

What was it, a target? He said nothing merely focusing on the ring and what, if anything could make the darned thing. He looked around suddenly, to see if there was anyone else other than Mikhail in the area. Never could be too careful...

[Overcast]

Of course Daniel noticed the difference as well, but unlike Gunther his expedience with cuisine was definitely far more varied which meant he didn't attribute it to anything bad. It was all quite nice really, he would say exotic. Still it did cause him to wonder where the exotic appearance came from. Since it wasn't like a single plant developed it, it was everywhere.

He sat down a moment in the sand and picked up a bit trying to figure if there was anything in there that might be so extremely different than the typical nutrition of plantlife. He wasn't a geologist though so he was mostly just going by sight and in at least one occasion by taste. He sat back in concentration, trying to figure it all out.

[Aerozord]

(ok I'll move things along now, lets see who guessed right)

Suddenly the ground started to shake violently and the island began rising up. The coral all around breaking the waters surface and cracking open. Revealing giant white teeth. Soon it became obvious what this was. You were in a giant creatures mouth and fell for its bait. Even the ship finding itself within its mouth. You knew time you had would be measured in minutes if not seconds

[Menarker]

"SHIT! We're getting out of here NOW! Drop everything you don't need! We're heading back!"

Cyrano dashed hard, as he followed the path he drew across the ground with his blade, reading the rowboat for Vind to ride in when he caught up. Cyrano would tug the boat back and demand that they leave as soon as possible.

[Overcast]

"Don't gotta tell me twice!"

He dropped off whatever might weigh him down and dropped into the row boat. Thinking about as quick as he could he stuffed the oars inside and gripped the sides of the boat about as best he could before taking in a big breath, and one action came, with an exact and opposite reaction.

Out came a torrent of air, and the boat flew across the water, probably dragging the poor fishman who had originally thought he'd be the main means of propulsion to get back to the ship.

Something told him this wouldn't be the last time he'd be doing this either...because those teeth were just outside the bound of where the ship was anchored.

[krogothwolf]

Rugner fell over at the rumbling. What the hell was that, he thought as he righted himself. He then saw the first of the giant teeth and dropped his jaw open.

"Holy Hell!" He exclaimed in shocked, "The beastie is huge!"

But he was quick to work and formed to Sticky Bomb's in his hands and tossed each at what looked to be the corners of the things mouth, they exploded on impact, Sticking to the edges of the thing. Hopefully it was strong enough to impede the Jaws from closing and helping them give a little more time to get out of here.

He then ran and tossed the rope ladder down the edges of the boat and looked around wondering what else he could do to help.

[mauve]

"Wah!" yelped Mikhail as the island began to shudder. "What in the name of---Oh hell those are teeth!" He stared in a sort of horrified stupor as the "island" began to fold itself in half, putting himself and Gunther uncomfortably close to the center.

"We should.... uh.... um...." he stammered. Mechanically he drew the deck of cards from his pocket, cut it, and stared blankly down at the single card in the middle. He blanched slightly, then grit his teeth and drew a king of diamonds from elsewhere in the deck. "Oh to hell with it--- RUN!!!" he barked. He shoved the king of diamonds into Gunther's hand, hoping it would at least keep the man from tripping over the plants as they went.

He took off through the woods, hoping Gunther would follow. He had to get to the beach. He wasn't sure what he'd do once he got there, but it was better than standing around waiting to be eaten.

[Jagos]

Ground Zero. Gunther was aware of the concept. It meant you weren't far from where the action was. And Gunther hated every second of it. He darted after Mauve quickly trying to fumble with his tool belt and possibly slow the thing down for a few seconds.

Mr. Winner came out for the momentous occasion. A grenade was loaded into him and Mr. Winner fired straight up, to Gunther's chagrin. He had wanted to fire at the target. He put him away and went flying through the woods back towards the ship. He did NOT want to be around when that explosive came down.

Explosive! He ran faster as he said the words.

[Menarker]

Cyrano left the rowboat to the cook who decided NOW that he could use his ability on a boat as he started to swim away.

You get that rowboat attached to the ship and prepare the sails to blow our way out! I'm going to swim over to those teeth and chop them down so we have an opening to sail through before they try to close on us! Aid the crew!

Cyrano sped like a torpedo across the water's surface parallel to towering rows of teeth as he built powerful momentum. The blade held to his side, his body and blade drifted closer so as to let the blade cleave through the swatch of piercing and crushing molars.

[phil_]

The sudden turbulence caused by a beast the size of an island starting to move was enough to rouse Carapi from his sleep. Moving to the deck to see if there whether there was a storm or if they were under fire, Carapi instead found the deck abandoned save Rugner and a giant maw slowly rising out of the water on all sides.

"So, this is the Grand Line, huh?" he said to himself, sounding more impressed than scared.

[Premmy]

Dorian's slumber in the crow's nest was disturbed by an astounding amount of turbulence, he looked over the edge to spy the coral moving, then looked towards the islands and then to the rising coral fangs...

"HOLY SHIT!"

leaping over the edge, he landed on deck and grabbed both Rugnar and Carapi

"YOU TWO IDIOTS HEAD TO THE CANONS AND FIRE ON THAT ISLAND!"

[mauve]

Explosive. Now there was a word Mikhail didn't want to hear. Gunther shot past him, apparently afer launching a grenade at something. Mikhail decided that now would be a great time to start running much faster.

"I officially hate this island!" Mik yelled, raising a hand to protect his face from branches and the probably inevitable shower of debris soon to follow Gunther's grenade.

He tripped, ending face-first on the shifting ground. He scrambled back to his feet, cursing all the while. This was not Mikhail's day.

He just hoped Gunther remembered where they left the rowboat.

[Jagos]

Gunther heard a thump and didn't even have to look around to know that Mikhail had slipped. Rather than run back, he rummaged through his tool bag, bringing out a rope and dropping a piece on the ground. He pulled and pulled ~50 ft as he held onto part of it, leaving the other part snaking about.

He went to the rowboat just as the grenade decided to land.

Oh Sh----

Mr. Winner's special sauce was served. If Gunther survived, along with his crewmates, he would really have a talking to with Mr. Winner and his tantrums.

[phil_]

"Wait, what do you think the island is; his tongue?" Not waiting for a response, Carapi headed for the nearest cannon. "Sir, whatever, sir!" and prepared to fire, wondering if any of the crew had journeyed out to his target.

[mauve]

Gunther was gone in a blur. Mikhail was running blindly towards where he thought he might have gone, having lost sight of his crewmate after falling.

"Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit!" he yelled. "Dammi-- Oh hello!" A winding coil of rope led through the trees. Mik figured this was as good a sign as any. He snatched the end and took off, following the trail of rope out of the forest.

"Gunther!" he yelled, clearing the trees and emergging out onto the beach. "Thanks for the rope, mate! Let's get ou---"

Whatever followed this was drowned out by the explosion. Mik was thrown to the ground, once again finding himself face-down in the sand. Bits of shrapnel and what used to be trees ricocheted off the back of his head and jacket.

Forcing himself back up, covering his head with his arms, Mikhail stumbled over to the rowboat and fell in.

"The hell?!?" he yelped. He coughed, spitting out a lungful of sand. "I don't... what the.... ugh.....just..... let's get out of here." He stammered miserably as shrapnel continued to rain down. He inspected the back of his jacket, now spotted with scorch marks.

"This voyage has been murder on my wardrobe," he sighed.

[Aerozord]

Luck was on their side. The explosion rippled through the creature causing it to flinch, which to those on the island was a massive and sudden movement, flinging them into the air and fortunately onto the ship.

The Fishman had far less luck. The creatures tooth was too massive, mere cracking a small cavity into it. With it rising fast water began flowing out quickly as it was now about sea level and he could see the edge of its mouth rising up fast.

[Menarker]

Cyrano cursed violently as he decided to try an alternative method, swimming along its gums, and slicing every this way and that, attempting to distract it with numberous cankor sores instead.

[krogothwolf]

Rugner looked at the captain and grinned madly.

"Cannon? Yer letting me use the damn cannon?" He exclaimed as he ran to the cannon. He had no idea what he should really be shooting at though so he figured that they might need to destroy the teeth so they didn't damage the ship during the escape. He took aim at one of the teeth.

"Cannon firing!" Rugner yelled as he lit the fuse, sending a cannon ball directly into one of the teeth sticking out of the water.

[Aerozord]

attacking the gums of the beast was far more effective. Cutting into the softer flesh, blood filled the water. The cannon ball striking soon after. Enough to tear the rest of the gum and knock the tooth loose. Forming an opening they could sail out of.

[Overcast]

Seeing the opening in the mouth Vind was dashing up the ship and took hold of the wheel, twisting their rudder toward the opening before he pulled himself up next to the sails and gave a mighty yell to everyone,

"ALL ABOARD!"

He pulled in one more big breath to work with, waiting for everyone to get in so he could sail themselves out of the place.

[Aerozord]

(ok guys I'm moving things along now)

With a blast of air the ship rushed through the narrow opening in the creatures teeth. With a splash of water the ship lands on the ocean proper, outside the great beasts mouth. Looking back they can see it closing up before sinking back down into the water. For now it seemed as though they are safe

(give you guys a day to do some post event reactions, then move us to your first actual island)

[Menarker]

Cyrano was carried off by the current leading out of the narrow opening back into safe territory, which he swam off powerfully so he wouldn't be in the same spot when the ship landed with a resounding THUD and immense splash. The fishman jumped from the surface onto the boat itself, practically announcing his wellbeing with an annoyed expression.

"Well, that was a waste of time. I suppose we'll just hightail it to the next town, then?"

[Jagos]

Gunther woke up with a massive headache. The explosion and the run did not agree with his head at all. He had recovered enough to see that they had splashed back onto the water rather forcefully. A groan escaped his lips.

What the hell hit me... he wondered as he moved to try to aim a cannon. He saw a few teeth clamp down, with a gaping hole in the middle.

Gunther didn't say much afterwards. He moved Rugnar aside, aiming the cannon right where he wanted it.

BOOM! The cannonball went through the air as if in slow motion. It knocked out three more, so close to the first, as if to make the monster think twice about trying to chew humans again.

With that, Gunther moved to below deck. He and Mr. Winner needed to discuss some safety protocols.

[mauve]

Mikhail decided that it was in his best interest to remain where he was, laying on the deck in a world of pain. At least if the island-monster ate them and he died, he would stop feeling like he'd just been stepped on by a giant.

He felt the entire ship jet forward, propelled by Vind's devil fruit powers. Oh well. Guess that meant he'd live to be in pain another day. Maybe if he sat here he'd pass out for a few hours until his head stopped hurting. He closed his eyes. Maybe it would be quiet now for a few minutes and he could pass out in peace.

Cannonfire erupted from a few feet away. Well, so much for that plan.

"FIne, fine." he grumbled."If fate wants me to suffer, I guess I've no choice but make the best of it."

He shakingly pulled himself to his feet, carefully holding his aching head. He still wasn't sure how they ended up back on the ship--it was all a blur, really, a blur with pain--but he was glad he was here and not in the sea, drowning. At least his luck got him that much.

"Well," he said. "That was.... an interesting diversion. What now?" Personally, Mik had his own idea of what to do next. It involved crawling into bed and drinking himself into unconcsciousness and forgetting that the past few hours had ever happened. But it didn't hurt to ask if the Captain had a better idea. He doubted it, but it didn't hurt to ask.

[krogothwolf]

Rugner grinned wildly as everything came together, the few stragglers made it to the ship and the ship itself broke through the hole he had created, though Gunther had rudely shoved him aside and spoiled his fun with it all. HOnestly the gall of some people. He grinned as he walked over to Rugner, getting a large wooden plank in the proccess.

"Good Job eh mate," He said as he patted his back, getting glue stuck to him, "though next time ya don't need to shove so hard." He said again before giving him one final pat, this time with the plank, gluing it to his body.

He then walked over towards Mikhail, picking up two bottle's of his good stuff.before heading to him.

"'Ere ya go mate!" Rugner said as he took a drink of his own, "Ya look like ye could use this!"

[phil_]

Carapi left his post at the cannon. "Well, I guess I should say, 'Who needs bandages,' but none of you look all that hurt and I just woke up." Carapi yawned and made an exaggerated stretch. "So, instead I'm going to go below deck and go back to sleep. If anyone wants to tell me about what disaster we just lucked our way out of, I'll be up for night watch. Like always." Walking down the stairs, he lazily waved behind himself. "I think it's tradition on the Grand Line to hold a party after this type of thing, but I'll excuse myself. G'night." With that, the door shut behind him.

[Aerozord]

Recovered from their latest adventure the crew comes to the true target of the logpose, Gold Town. What they notice quickly is the giant pirate flag the city is flying, bearing what looks like a melted skull. Normally indication that an island is under the protection of a particularly infamous pirate. More importantly is the city seems to be thriving with a massive port full of ships and plenty of shops within.

The island itself is otherwise full of deep forests with trees that reflect the colors of fall and the weather to match. There is also a cove but it is highly guarded. However the port proper seems to have nothing to deter you from docking

[mauve]

"Gold Town" Mikhail said, "That certainly sounds promising." It looked like a pretty busy town, too. That was good-- big towns meant casinos, and Mikhail was quite fond of those.If his luck was good, he could make a killing at the card tables. If it was bad, he could bring one of his crewmates to play for him while he made sure his bad luck rubbed off on all the other players, and still make a killing. Mik was an old hand at this sort of thing.

"What say you, captain? Shall we pay Gold Town a visit?"

[Menarker]

Cyrano stared greedily from where he stood toward Gold Town. I'm expecting my share of treasure by now. Fine Food. Extravagant Entertainment. Maybe browse the weapon shop if I'm feeling fancy. But traveling to big cities like this with a full wallet is the reason why I hire myself out.

[Jagos]

A howl of sharp pain pierces the day air before anyone can even think about the island retreat.

Gunther walks straight to the doctor to get some salve.
We need to stop on the island. He mutters as everyone looks at the plank in his hand. The blood wasn't profusing too badly, but the wound was still nasty. Gunther eyed Rugner with a death stare. He couldn't throttle the bastard but oh, how he wanted to...

[krogothwolf]

Rugner grinned at Gunther. He didn't want to hurt the guy, but he had ticked him off when he was pushed, rudely out of the way from the cannon, and his head hurt slightly were he hit the deck. But he knew Gunther would probably get him back at some point, it was all in good fun after all.

He then looked out across at the town,

"Aye, we need to go visit the town." He said with a bigger grin, "Could be some fun there!:

He then walked over and picked up another bottle of some booze and handed it to Gunther.

"Alcohol dulls the pain mate!" He said with a grin again.

[Premmy]

Captain Dorian rubbed his chin thoughtfully as they neared the island.

So far, they had enjoyed rather good fortune, He saw no reason to put off their winning streak yet.

"Okay, can't say I remember that mark, but we don't want people thinking we're scared of any pirates, so we might as well drop anchor there, maybe find a place to stay for the night, now, Who's gonna watch our loot? I wonder who could be trustworthy enough...." he continued to rub his chin as he turned and walked below decks.

[phil_]

Carapi smacked into their captain on his way up the stairs. "Wha-? Ow... Geeze, the one time I bother to set an alarm, and you want someone to stay on board..."

Helping his captain up after his whining, he continued, "Assuming you trust me, sir. Not that I care either way; we're here until the Log Pose resets regardless."

[Overcast]

Vind himself had resigned himself to figure if today was a good day for pie. It had been very recent that he had been able to get the ingredients so it wasn't exactly a bad choice, but at the same time he wondered if escaping the terrible maw of such a creature was that celebratory...he decided nay for his pies were that special. He was a master of desserts, and they would have to be part of something quite nice before he would devote a masterpiece to the order.

Meanwhile though there was a question of who was going into town and who was staying, and by matter of amusement he volunteered to stick around,

"I believe it is best I stay here. I don't believe anyone else in the crew could make it as obvious as myself if something has gone completely wrong. Just keep your ear open, I'll give a good hollar."

[mauve]

"Vind does make a good point," Mikhail said, hoping to minimize his own chances of getting stuck on guard duty. "We'd instantly know if trouble occurred, no matter where we were on the island."

[Jagos]

I need to go and pick up some gunpowder for the ship. I'm also looking for a few tools to tinker with. The mechanical suit is almost done.

Gunther took the alcohol from Rugner, downing some and pouring a little on the wound. He hissed audibly as he looked to disinfect the bleeding part. He'd been hurt worse, but this was one he could barely reach himself, itching horribly.

[krogothwolf]

Rugner grinned at Gunther. Then looked back at the Captain.

"Well, I got nothing specific I need ta do in town" He said as he took a swig of his drink, "I figure I'll tag along with Gunther and assist him in acquiring what he needs. May need a extra pair of hands, or sticky ones!"