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Excitement filled the air, the residents of Rum Town, a town located within the East Blue whose main export unsurprisingly was rum. It wasn't because it was a beautiful day though it certainly did help. The sky was exceptionally clear today; not a single cloud floated along the mid-morning sky and the sun shone down on the town. The lapping waves of the sea accompanied the cacophony of life running through the town, a familiar sound for the residents that in some way was comforting. The normal everyday routine of the inhabitants was put on hold though it wasn't a festival that was going on. There were no stands, no people falling face first plastered out of their minds from their own rum, no children playing together instead of going to school. All the residents of Rum Town and many visitors from far away lands were huddled together around a tall wooden platform.

The excitement was tense; marines had circled the area to make sure that nothing would happen. Today was an oddity and it seemed like it was only going to get odder. Events of this caliber would never take place in the East Blue, the weakest of the seas. It was only because this one person wanted the event to be here, as was his request. Journalists were anxiously waiting for the event to begin, exchanging nervous glances and shifting around in place. This was one of the biggest stories of the year, no, of the decade so of course they were going to be anxious for this to happen. They adjusted their visual den den mushis just so they can get the perfect visuals for their audiences back home.

There were those with grim expressions on their faces, remaining silent in prayer as the hooligans were having their fill of booze and shouting to hurry up with the event. Things were volatile between them, even if a words wasn't spoken to each other. One bad look would've resulted in a fight between them.

Now what was the event one may ask if they lived under a damned rock. It was an execution, an execution of a yonko.

"Hey hey! Make way! I want to get a good look of this!" A young man with spiky black hair and muscular physique pushed through the crowd. This was Roma, a pirate captain of his own ferocious crew...of one. Okay, he just started the pirate life last week and originally was going to head to Syrup Village to restock, but when he heard a yonko was going to get executed, boy did he ever haul ass on his sail boat. Yes, he had a sail boat. Don't judge.

The clinking of glasses filled the bar as peopled piled into the establishment, most of the pirates who wanted to be there in person to see the end of a yonko. Behind the bar counter was quite a few people, the owner having pulled people in from the streets just to help him serve the sudden influx of patrons. They were mean and nasty brutes, so the man just wanted to keep them pacified...

But, among the people he pulled in to help him was one girl in particular. Her style of dress was odd, to say the least, and he soon realized the amount of skin she was showing only served to rile up some of the roundier ones.

"So, whadda say, lass?" The large, bald pirate inquired, leaning on the counter as he eyed his target. In response to his question, the girl giggled as she chewed on her gum, blowing a small bubble until it popped. Pulling the excess gum back into her mouth, she chewed on it before tilting her head to the side slightly, a smile dancing across her lips.

"Only..." She started, placing a finger on his chin. "If you have good taste." She said and the man grinned. He watched as she reached down to grab a mug before placing it on the counter. Humming, the girl spun before skipping off to grab a barrel, returning only a few seconds later. Winking, she filled the mug with a red liquid that had an aroma of fruit.

"Punch! I made it myself!" She announced with a wink and the man's grin widened. Wrapping his fingers around the handle, he brought it up to his lips and slowly took a drink. It was a sweet and delicious, and as his eyes closed, he found himself savoring in the taste as he slowly drained the mug.

Then the mug shattered and he could feel glass and teeth forced down throat.

"Hah! Fuckin' nerd!" Shauna announced as she vaulted over the counter, her feet colliding with his chest as her momentum flung her forward and the man landed on his back while she stood on his chest. "Loooooooserrrrrrr!" She cackled as she stepped on his face. Her actions had, to say the least, caught just about everyone off-guard.

"To assault my captain is not something I can easily let slide, girl." A man said with a bandana wrapped around his eyes.

In that instant, several mummers began to circulate throughout the bar.

Wave Fist Sin. A legendary fighter.

"Hey... Are you blind...?" Shauna inquired, pointing at him and he entered a combat stance. No, he didn't just enter a combat stance, he 'flowed' into one. His movements were sleek and precise, like water flowing down a stream.

"Blindness is no impairment. I have mastered the art of Wuju, Shinsekai, Warudo..." He began, linking every fighting style he mastered with its equivalent stance.

Then a chair collided with his face and knocked him back.

"ARGH!" He shouted, unaware that Shauna had grabbed a chair and flung it at him. Dazed from the sudden attack, he couldn't react when the girl rushed forward and dropped to her knees, sliding across the floor while raising her fist. Hitting him right in the groin.

"Oooooooooooooooh! You just got rekt, bitch!" She announced as she stood and the man dropped to his knees, hands clutching his hurt privates as he fell face-first into the floor. Jumping on his back, Shauna began to dance, laughing madly. "Fuck blind people, dude." She said as multiple pirates stood up, clearly the injured men's crewmembers.

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The door of the bar exploded outwards as a body was sent flying. With a yell, Shauna tackled one of the pirates through the threshold, slamming him down on the ground as she mounted him and immediately began to assault his face with her fists.

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10 Minutes Later

Standing, Shauna breathed out a sigh of relief as she wiped the sweat from her brow, stepping aside to view her work. Based on her counting, that was around 15 people down.

"Yeah... Suck it bitches!" She taunted as she thrust her hips and made obscene jerking motions at her crotch. "Fuck with me nowwww!"

"Man... this is getting repetitive..." Rendaz groaned while his eye twitched. Taking another glance at his latest kill, he spoke to himself once again. "The hell is up with Rum Town and its surplus in shady counterfeit pocket watch salesman in an alleyway? This is the tenth one this week. They holding a convention nearby? There some secret society?" He scratched his cheek in wonder. Last he checked, the place was called Rum Town, not Rum and Watch Town. Well, maybe it also associated itself with pocket watches but chose to stick with just Rum Town because it was more aesthetically pleasing. Who was he to judge?

Walking over to the body, he dislodged the knife impaled to the dead man's head and wiped the blade clean with a handkerchief he had taken out from his coat. He made sure to thoroughly clean the blade whilst he hummed a tune from his head. Putting both items away, Ren then performed a few stretches before hefting the heavy corpse over his shoulder and walked over to a large trash bin in the alleyway where he proceeded to dump the body where it plopped down with the rest of the garbage. Ren pinched the bridge of his nose when the stench hit his nostrils, keeping his gag reflex in check. If there was one thing he was never used to when it came to killing, it would be the horrid odor of a corpse.

But this time the dead guy just naturally reeked.

"There you go, guy. This'll be your new digs. At least until someone finds ya. Uuuuhhh... don't mind the smell too much, okay? You need that to hide your smell. Otherwise it might be a dead giveaway... err, well, you kind of are, so I guess there's no point in-why am I talking to you again?" Carefully placing the lid back onto the bin, Ren turned around and walked away. He didn't make it far when his shoe hit a small lump on the ground. Curious, Ren knelt down and and inspected it. "Huh. He dropped his wallet." He opened it up and stared at its contents.

'Okay, just how can he make this much money selling fake pocket watches? Clearly, I've made a mistake in choosing my career because, apparently, selling pocket watches is where it's at.' He thought in annoyance and opened another compartment. 'Aaaw, this guy has a family. How quaint. Gotta say though, you must have had some good genes in you to have such beautiful daughters.' Closing the wallet, he rose back onto his feet and contemplated on what to do next.

"Hmm... I may be a murderer, but I'm no thief." He joked. He went back to the trash bin and opened it again, tossing the wallet. "You forgot this. Didn't your parents ever tell you to be careful with your belongings in life?" Closing it shut once more, he took a few steps away from the bin before crouching down and taking one leap into the air, disappearing in a cloud of dust. Spinning while in mid-air, he took this time to look around the area; noting that there were no people around. 'That public execution thing still going on? Must be something if it's got everyone in one place. Maybe I should go check it out...' Safely landing on the roof of a building, Ren stealthily moving to where all the commotion would be.

Chirashi rubbed the back of his head as he walked along the empty streets. “Man they said Rum-town was where the good food was… I was hoping to pick up a few recipes but so far all I’ve gotten...” He knelled down and grabbed a piece of paper off the ground. “Is these flyers..” He rubbed the back of his head as he tossed the paper away, it was something about a public execution… he wasn’t really too into that sort of thing.

“Sheesh, though this place is basically dead.” He grumbled as he looked around, from what he could tell there were pirates… pirates… marines and pirates. “Hnn… I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb...” A small banner appeared next to the man, indicating he was indeed, a seven foot tall fishman with very dark green skin…. Wearing bright red leather… coated in scars.

Obvious stick out factor… 100%.

“I really should have brought more stuff with me.” He grumbled, grabbing his stomach. He didn’t wan tot eat anywhere near marines or pirates… considering it was pirates that saved him but… marines chase pirates. “Come on Chirashi! You can think of something!” He crouched down near an alleyway and smacked the back of his head with his hand.

“Think Think… Think… Think...” He continued to smack his head until. “Ding! Light-bulb!” He shot up to his feet and made a proud march towards the center of town, where the execution was being held.
“There’s bound to be snacks or something there right? Gotta be! If there’s snacks! Then that means I can learn new recipes! Hahaha!” He nodded, “Luckily my Fishman pallet is better than that of a humans as well Jajajaja!”

Today was truly a day blessed by the maker! Or whoever created the universe… It could have been created by a sneeze for all Chirashi cared. “Jajaja! Nothing can possibly go wrong today! It’s a wonderful day! I’m going to learn a bunch of new recipes and eventually i’ll complete the old mans dream! Jajajaja! It’s all looking up!”

Oh man Chirashi... Never say that... It goes straight down hill when you say that...

The ship Pulled into the dock,letting off it's pirate crew. This was rum town, everybody got off. Well, almost everybody, one stayed.
"Oh boy, What a lucky gal am I, all alone on this ship what even am is a lonely gal like me ganna to do..." Hummed a small bunny girl. Pshh, she knew what exactly she was going to do, but talking to herself was what she was doing right now so;

"I guess i'll jus' hop hop hop right on down to the lil' ol' kitchen kekeke and get a snack" She monologued as she bounded down the wooden steps to the ships kitchen "And I'm ganna, Oh Sweet beans on crackers, lookie what we got here. All along and nobody told me, those stupid poor hairless dolls". The bunny girl picked through a barrel of apples, shoving a few in her mouth before moving on. "anaint nibidy efem pold me 'ere-gulp the carrot were!"

By the time she had found her prize she'd torn through and eaten part of every other edible item on board. The mink heaved the sack of carrots and turned to leave. "What is this!?! It was not this messy when i got down here, an I just cleaned this place!!! She took an aggressive bite out of a carrot "Well if those idoiots think i'm jus' ganna keep cleanin' up after them they got another thing coming for them! And the don't even pay me well, why I aughta show 'em what for- hurmph!".

Bag over her shoulder she stalked out of the ship, then onto dry land "I am Jamita NonNon, and a respectable mink! I don't deserve this kind of treatment," She grumble on her way out "And I don't need your stupid boat to get around! Sigh a narrow you stupid apes!" She yelled at the boat.

One foot in front of the next Jams walked, fuming the entire way about how much good food she had missed out on sticking around with stupid dirty pirates.

The town of rum bustled with citizen and tourist alike and the air rife with such excitement you could practically swim through it while people continued to arrive in droves. So many in fact that the island was nearly full to the brim; making traversing through the town itself rather difficult, especially with everyone gathering at the center; humans so packed together like sardines in a can that left a salty odor lingering over every thing.

A smell that would make noses cringe and wrinkle in distaste if not distracted by coming event about to take place. One that had appeared in the news a week before and since then the world over had quaked in utter shock. Ever since; people had flooded towards the island of rum like an endless wave day after day, the excitement growing worse by the second. A good thing there were several bars and taverns to accommodate them all as well as keeping them calm, but pirates were as rowdy as ever, more so than ever.

Those first couple days were the worst; fights breaking out, drunks wandering the streets and hassling citizens, though as the days passed things had calmed down, became easier for the people of rum island and with less injured than expected.

Not until the day of the event had things exploded once more; no matter where one went you could hear the shouts and jeers of people who crowded and pushed around the wooden platform. Course there were stragglers still walking the streets or others relaxing in the multiple bars, whether for drinking to celebrate or perhaps out of depression.

One such individual currently crouched forward over the counter; empty glass clutched in hand as a finger tapped against its rim, signaling the bartender to refill it. A grumbling grunt came from the chubby, stout male who scratched at his pudgy cheek layered in a thin, scratchy beard."As if I don't get enough from them damn pirates...all day everday!"He barked out in his rough, gravelly voice while slamming the bottle of whiskey on the counter before wiping his hands off on his dirty apron. Looking towards the door where the sound of fighting could be heard from the bar just across from his."Ah great...another fight gone and broke out....poor old tyrone, but better him than me eh?"A chuckle rasped past his cracked lips.

Again the soft clink of finger against glass rung out that caught the bartender's attention which elicited an annoyed growl."Not listening are ya? Gah..just another common drunk. Fine! but this be your last then off with ya."Glaring at the crouched figure, though the hood draped over his head made it difficult to see the man's face. Scowling, his hand swooped up the bottle of whiskey then poured into the glass till it was half full."Go on..finish it so I can be rid of ya!"His face red; fuming as the man was at his boiling point after having to deal with these inconsiderate troublemakers for over a week.

A faint grunt came from the hooded male who lifted the head to down the glass of whiskey, nearly toppling off the stool in the process."Clearly ya had enough, besides..just look at how pale ya are? Go get yourself to a hospital or somethin. Now away with ya."Shooing him away with a wave of his hand.

Instead of getting a reply, the hooded stranger just let out a mumble before dropping cash on the counter with a thump then swayed off the stool. He stumbled in a drunken manner towards the open doorway, though bumped against the table of a person reading the newspaper.

Head turning to spot another of the countless ads regarding the execution before mumbling out a sorry then continued on his way. The bartender watched him push the wooden doors open which swung back into place once he walked through, but barely making it halfway onto the street before some random fool got thrown out from the other bar.

Down both of them went as the bartender shook his head; picking a up a glass to wipe it clean with a rag."Can't go a day without a fight breaking out anymore. How I pray they just kill this yonko already and get it done eh?"Eyes turning to the person hidden behind the newspaper.

Rustling of papers as the papers was pulled down, a wide smile on the deathly pale doctor.'Oh but where's the fun in that?'Light glinted off his orange shades as he folded up the paper to set on the table as he glanced towards the doorway to see the drunk and random other lying in the middle of the street.'Hm..poor fella, but I'm sure he's fine.'A shrug of his shoulders as his hand lifted a glass filled with a light greenish liquid that let off a sweet, fruity aroma.

Taking a sip; a soft, savory sigh followed after.'Ah..you my sir make one mean appletini.'Raising the glass in the man's name, though the bartender just stared for it wasn't enough that he came in here ordering such a...feminine drink if you will. It was the paleness of his skin, almost bone white, nearly bright as that pearly white smile he flashed at him. One would think him a ghost if not for the head of spiky sandy red hair and pink hoodie draped over that black shirt of his."Ah..uh thanks?"For once this man who had seen all sorts of strangeness and oddities was left baffled at the man sitting there.

There he was sipping on his appletini with a calm, seemingly amused expression on his face."Sure ya don't want something stronger there? Not many order them kinda drinks."Absentmindedly wiping at the glass to get another toothy smile followed by a shake of his head.'Don't be crazy. A day like this needs to be special, besides I can drink hard liquor any day, but I feel with this event something more..sweet is in order.'He took another sip; savoring the sweetness of it then smacked his lips twice.'Plus, one wouldn't want to be drunk for the execution no? And seeing that we still have time...another if you will.'Grinning at the bartender; that face sending an eerie chill down the stout, harden man's spine.

Lifting up the newspaper, The doctor resumed reading the funnies, waiting for the fun to begin.

Rum Town, O Rum Town… O but at minor bump you are on the road the handsome young Barbert was taking to hairdressing mastery. Honestly, Barbert had no intention of coming to a stop here on this island, but well… he’d never been out to sea before. The boredom of the quiet sailing life was as great and vast as the sea itself, and in the week he’d been out he caught himself indulging in boredom eating more than a few times. His provisions were quickly running low and the fish just refused to approach his ship whenever he tried to hook one. And since he wasn’t willing to stupidly test his luck so soon, he had to disembark in Rum Town for food to take along.

If he was a fool about letting his food run out so soon, he definitely wouldn’t let himself be a fool about leaving his belongings on his ship. As he docked, he gathered up the rest of his important materials in a backpack he brought along and hopped up onto land. His legs felt like jelly after being subjected to the ocean’s shifting waves, but he figured he’d just get used to it. Before leaving for where he thought the market place was, Barbert looked regretfully at his ship. It was only a small sailboat,really, just big enough to carry a few people at once, but he was still rather paranoid that someone might want to steal it anyway. After all, it was his only way off the island and he couldn’t safeguard it all!

Well, no use in stewing over it all day. He smacked his face to gear himself up and started making for the center of town, where he felt the central marketplace would be. With his mind focused specifically on grocery shopping, it didn’t occur to him at all that the town was eerily empty and quiet… At least until he found his way to the execution site and the huge crowd standing around it.

“Huh? What’s going on here? Today, like, a special sale day or something?” he pondered aloud as he tried peeking over the crowd for what they were all huddled around. It took him a few more moments to just follow their gaze up to the execution platform. As he realized what exactly was going on, he just let out a single “Oh.”

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Away from the eyes of the public two men resided in a storehouse with no windows, the only source of light were dimly lit lamps. One man was on his knees, his hands cuffed and his feet in chains while the other was sitting down on a large wooden crate of rum. This second man, dressed in a sleazy purple jacket and leopard patterned shirt, tossed a bottle of rum up in the air and caught the bottle, only to repeat the process as he spoke. "Ya know, I never understood why we always place high class prisoners in rooms where we can't see a bloody thing. I guess it's supposed all doom and gloom with, well, with your head going in a basket, but it's a bit silly. We're supposed to make an example out of you, it's our job though it's more like we're offering everyone some entertainment." The man shrugged and caught the bottle of rum again, popping the lid off with a push of his thumb. "So while you've still got your head, care to share a drink with me?"

The prisoner, a middle aged man with long maroon hair tied in a pony tail, looked up at the odd marine with his shining gray eyes. He chuckled, amused with this man's antics. "Drinking on the job with a prisoner no less. Heh, it would be rude of me to refuse since you worded it so eloquently. Toss me a bottle." The marine nodded and tossed him the bottle of rum, the prisoner caught the bottle with his cuffed hand and opened it with just a twist from his fingers. The aroma of the rum was so familiar, so warm, so sweet. With just a sip, the thick amber rushed over his tongue and burned the back of his throat.

The two drank in silence for whoever knows how long. The prisoner, the yonko, didn't have much to say and the marine respected the man's silence. That was, until, his curiosity got the better of him. "Why did you turn yourself in? You weren't in any danger from us so why do it? What's your angle?"

There was silence for a few seconds until the clink of the pirate's rum bottle met the stone floor. "The world will be shaken in ways you never thought possible. A new generation of pirates will flourish forth and bring upon a great change, a golden era and I will be its instigator. With each passing day my dream gets farther and farther way from me. I'll pave the way for these rookies to succeed in where I have failed. I can only wish that I would have been able to see it with my own eyes." The man picked up his bottle again and downed the few droplets left in it. "Shame, toss me another bottle will ya?"

Nonchalantly, the marine tossed the pirate another bottle of rum and leaned back on the crate he was sitting on. "I really should kill you here and now. You're a threat to the world's balance, yet..." A coy smile spread along his face. He leaned forward and placed his hands together, thinking about the pirate's words. Life really was a bore. There had been little in the way of exciting events going on in the world and let's face it, sitting around doing paperwork made life only the more staler. This pirate, no, this yonko brought a spark of excitement in his life in an otherwise dull world. Things were going to become much more interesting from now on.

The massive double-doors of the storehouse were pushed open by two marine grunts, pouring in river of light. "I believe it's time for me to go. Executions don't really sit well with me so I hope you understand. Goodbye, Fenir."

The yonko grinned and shook his head in response. "We'll be seeing each other soon, Beast King."

Later

The buzz from the crowd ever so incessantly grew louder and louder with their impatience. It was barbaric in a way; many of these people were here to see the blood of a pirate splatter around, just because watching someone lose their head was entertaining. For some it was retribution for what their enemy has done to them and for some they simply were paying their respects to the yonko. Some were just the reporters that were trying to catch the gruesome scene for their viewers.

Two marines walked up onto the execution platform, cutlasses in hand as they waited for the pirate. It was at that moment that things became deathly quiet, a thick tension replaced the breathable air in the area. Behind them were two marines holding rifles escorting the man himself, the yonko Fenir.

"Out of the way." More marines arrived and began to push the crowd apart to create a path way, a very open one at that. Fenir walked straight down the middle of the path, careful to not look anyone in the crowd in the eye. Slowly, he walked up the steps of the execution platform and at the top he sat on his knees, the blades of the cutlasses drew very close to his neck. Through all of this he had a proud grin on his face, a trait of a man that didn't fear death even when it's in his face.

"Do you, Jackdaw 'Fenir' Morgan, have any last words?" The marine asked, receiving a nod from the pirate.

The crowd remained silent, as if a whisper would've been too loud to hear the yonko. This man, love him or hate him, had a presence that commanded attention from whoever he was speaking to. His presence alone was powerful, inhumanly powerful. It wasn't hard to imagine why this man was a yonko at all; he was monster of the highest caliber. This was a man who commanded a crew, a small one at that, that single handily could bring down a fleet of marines on their own though none of them could even touch their captain. Only he could lead a crew such as his; charismatic, intelligent, and powerful. Fenir was a man to be admired and to be feared.

Fenir glanced around the crowd seeing many familiar faces, some not so kind faces; enemies he had faced, jealous rivals, ex-lovers...many ex-lovers. They were all happy for one reason or another to see him die, but he didn't mind their animosity. "Heh, such a big turn out all for little old me? I'm flattered, I really am." A bottle flew through the air from the crowd and with a loud crash, the bottle broke against his head though his head didn't have mark from the impact.

"Just die already!" Someone yelled from the crowd, getting the man's laughter in return.

"Impatient, impatient." He muttered with an entertained grin on his face. "Heh, I'll get straight to it then. What is it that you all want? What is it that you all desire and is it worth going to hell and back? Why do I ask such meaningless questions you ask? Well, I have knowledge of the location of a map to the greatest prize in the world. We all have heard the fairy tale from our parents at some point. The city of wishes, where all desires within our hearts are granted. A city of magic, of wealth: La Ciudad de Fantasia. It exists and I want you all to have a fighting chance to find it. So why should I tell you all of this? If you're thinking that I'm telling you all of this as a dying man's word. I don't intend on dying today."

The two blades that the executioners held suddenly shattered at the same time; two bullets had flew through the blade. In a blur, the two executioners were smashed off the platforms by Fenir straight to the ground. The yonko whistled and called out, "Hanz, Christoph!" People began to yell and scream in the crowd; two gray wolves the size of bears ran through the crowd and leaped high to the platform. Hanz turned into an over sized chakram that sliced through cuffs of its master. Christoph landed next to him and howled, its body began to grow metal armor around its body and serrated chains ran through its body. Hanz and Christoph, his two weapons: the chakram and chainsaw hounds.

Mayhem ran rampant in Rum Town. Marines fought against the Fenir Pirates and allies though there were unsavory characters that decided to take this as an opportunity. Mostly pirates who were going to use this as a chance to make money, in one way or another.

Chirashi moved through the crowd, Man oh man was this crowd thick too! “Sorry… Pardon me… Scuse me… Coming through.. Pardon the fishman...” He muttered, easily pushing these people aside, man the strength of a fishman never really came to use for him until this moment! This culminating moment when he would discover the foot stands! Where he would witness the seminal cooking styles of Rum Town!

Yes! He could see them now, the glistening oil as fritters were fried! The crisp sound of funnel cakes cooking, the whir of cotton candy as he it was spun into puffy little clouds! He could see it now! He could taste the exquisite cooking and….

There… there was just a bunch of smelly people… Dirty in most cases… Most of them looked to be pirates, whom were not known to be the cleanest bunch in the banana stand. Then there were the citizens whom, seemed to be nearly cheering what was going on.

But there wasn’t any food… Why wasn’t there any food! Then, it happened, as he stood there he was easily pushed to the side, “Hey! The hell….” He froze, It was him! It was a Yonko… A real Yonko… In the flesh, like… Not fake… He was bumped by a Yonko! THE Fenir! Oh man! Oh Man! That was big! He couldn’t wait to tell the old man about this!

Then he noticed it, “Wait… Chains… Execution… Chains...” His eyes widened, “HOLY MACKEREL! They’re going to execute Fenir!!!” Oh this was… Oh this was big! The biggest! There was no way, no way he could let this sort of thing go! He had to see this, he had to watch this! History! This was really history!

Chirashi didn’t want to miss a thing! He kept his eyes glued to the stage, listening to his speech, “The… The city of wishes?” He’d heard tales of it, but didn’t believe it could be real… How in the world… “Wait...” THUD! He had heard the hounds, but was knocked to the floor as they rushed through the crowd, “Nnngh...” He rubbed the back of his head, This was massive, really massive… A yonko, fighting… right now…

“Wait… No not massive! INSANE!” Chirashi kept low to the ground, scurrying off like a frightened fish. “There’s no way I can survive this fight… I’ve got to find a way out of here...”

The soft clink of utensils reverberated through the near empty bar; only the bartender, currently glaring at the one customer who refused to leave. There he sat stuffing his face with steak like a man without a care in the world and now of all times, the execution could be happening at any moment and still this pale freak went on with his meal."Grah enough!"Tossing the rag clutched tightly in his hands on the counter."Right outside is an execution of the century and like hell I'm missin it over some troubling customer who refuses to leave.'Shouting out gruffly, his bearded face red with anger.

A playful chuckle slipped from The Doctor's lips before biting down on another piece of steak. He raised the steak knife as if to say something, instead just reached to grab the glass of appletini to take a small sip.

Throwing up his arms in exasperation, Tory, the bartender had had enough and walked out around the bar."You can sit here chewing on some old meat, but I'm outta here. Ain't missin this head poppin cause of you.'Looking to the man who kept cutting away at his steak and let out a growl with a shake of his head.

A wave of such tremendous tension suddenly crashed into the bar from the open doorway that caused for brief moment all movement to stop. The clinking of utensils and the heavy growls were silenced by the intrusion of pressure as massive and heavy as a tidal wave threatening to drown any who felt it. Chills running down spines and goosebumps breaking out over flesh while this sensation hung momentarily over their heads; choking them of life. Gone in instant; an overwhelming presence that left both Tory and even The Doctor stunned.

Only a select few gave off this kind of pressure which meant a sign that the execution was seconds away from taking place."A-amazing..I..I never felt such a thing."Cold sweat dripped down his dirty skin, his wide eyes turning to the other; wondering if he had felt it too, though he had stop mid-cut in his steak but once the pressure vanished had resumed in his cutting.

Tory tore his coat off the rack, rushing to get it on."Fuck it..nothing gonna make me miss this got that? Try not to make a mess before you leave."Stamping his way to the doorway, but just as his hand rested on the wooden double doors; a clearing of the throat from behind reached his ears. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the pale individual who had raised the hand holding the steak knife once more.

Only, the man did not make for the glass this time, but had waved back and forth the knife.'Now that...I wouldn't do.'He spoke the warning in an almost teasing way before lowering the hand to wipe off his mouth with a rag.

A warning that only left the bartender confused and further annoyed."What kinda nonsense you spoutin bout now punk?!"He barked back, spittle flying out, tired of this man's foolishness.

Again a chuckle came from this man who seemed to get some kind of weird jolly out of this, even with ominous sense of death coming. Pulling the rag from his mouth to reveal another of his creepy white smile.'Because of..'Before he could answer; screams pierced the air like banshees howling.'...of that.'Pointing his knife towards him as he finished.

The screams soon became louder and in tenor as citizens and pirates alike stampeded from the central of the town."What in sam hell..."Lifting a fuzzy brow as Tory poked his head out to see a crowd of terrified people coming and a loud bone chilling snarl somehow heard over their screams.

A hand suddenly grabbed the back of the bartender's jacket before the stout man was tugged back till the next thing he knew he was sitting on the wooden floorboards.'Go ahead and wander out if you want to get your fat ass trampled.'The doctor stood, shoulder against doors and peering outside.'And like I thought..the fun has begun.'A big, wide smile on his face, looking like a kid about to cause trouble.

The crowed seemed to thicken as Jams aproahed the center of the island, "Wowie, well, hey oh it sure got crowded," the young mink said to herself. "That probably just means this is where the good bars are, don't mind me hun juss' looking for a nice place to sit down. Scuse' me darlin'," Jams picked her way through the crowd, slipping between the bodies until she reached the middle.

All these idiots where crowded around a wooden stage waiting to see somebody's head get chopped off,"What a load of crap," she complained, there wasn't even any food. Luckily she had supplied her own snacks and began eating them like they were going bad, all the while the dude who was getting sliced was brought up. A show wouldn't be that bad, thought Jamita as she finished the last bite of carrot.

She joined the crowds chants with expertise, her nasally voice carrying over the crowd to sharpen the din, as The convicted man began to announce his dying words the din hushed to silence and the bunny gal began shoving food in her face. The yonkos voice was powerful but the crowd around was uncaring. Then hysteria broke out. Jams had been reaching for another carrot when two enormous hounds broke lose from the crowd and the executioners' blades dropped, all was in an air of panic or excitement. Jams like all the other normal people tried to flee, getting out of the way of a maniac was the best plan of action. The mink wasn't particularly hasty about her escape though, preferring to walk, and yelling at those who bumped her even as they ran away. She threw quite a few insults as well her language colorful with curse words and other obscenities.

“La Ciudad de Fantasia… Real?” Barbert pondered aloud. Neither of his parents were one for reading him stories to sleep when he was a kid, but the rare times they did that story in particular always stood out to him. A whole city that could grant your wishes… Ain’t that a dream? When he was younger, the idea of simply wishing to be the greatest barber in the world was very appealing to him. Not so much anymore. Barbert crossed his arms and shut his eyes as he proudly nodded to himself, reflecting on the value of working hard towards your goals to make it all the more fulfilling when you finally achieved them.

He was too busy thinking to himself to notice that the person being executed had just interrupted the entire process. It took more than a few people brushing past him to pull him back to reality, to which he looked around in surprise. “Huh? Wha? What’s everyone running for? It couldn’t have been that bad, ri— Oh.” Barbert turned his head up to the execution platform again, noticing that the… man with the unkempt hair had turned the tables on his would be executioners. Ugh, c’mon, at least let someone die looking good and not as someone who just got out of be—

Again, his thoughts were interrupted as a pirate this time was knocked back into him, pushing him down to the ground. “Ow! Guh… It’s getting rough around here,” he noted and got back to his feet to get away from the fighting crowd, “That’s my cue to leave!” Thank goodness he was only on the edge of the crowd, it made getting out of it much easier and less of a hassle. But he still had no food… And with the way things were going, the seas were most definitely going to be rough leaving. Pirates were bound to retreat from the marines, and since pirates need ships to run away with, that meant his ship was in danger of getting swiped in all the commotion!

Yes, this logic was completely sound to Barbert. Alright, first things first: he can’t just leave without bringing anything to eat with him. Not with his fish luck. So he immediately bolted for where he hoped the actual marketplace would be to try and finish his errand as fast as possible.

Chirashi was stuck between a rock and a hard place here, He could see pirates and marines duking it out and people running for their lives. “But, I didn’t get any recipes yet...” He thought to himself, That wasn’t going to happen! He wasn’t leaving this place without a damned new recipe! He let out a thick growl and stood up to his feet. “Outta the way bastards!” He shouts, charging through the crowd, knocking over the normal civilians. He knew what needed to be done! He’d just have- “TO STEAL ALL THE COOK BOOKS!”

That was right! Chirashi made it his goal this time! He was going to steal all the cookbooks he could! But not from shops and the like, most of those places sold cookbooks you could get anywhere! Nope, Chirashi, the massive fishman that he was, broke through the doors of restaurants! Snaking his way back into the kitchen, with a grin and a laugh, “Jajajaja! I’ll get the chefs personal stuff!”

Though some chefs were still in the kitchen as he spoke, Chirashi stood there, in a stunned silence. The men standing there, in a stunned silence. You could almost see the look of realization on all of their faces as their eyes widened. Chirashi not expecting the chefs to be in the kitchen… The chefs not expecting a giant fishman in their kitchen.

Suddenly, pots and pans began flying like mad towards the fishman! “Oi! Get out of here!” One man shouts, “What are your thinking!? This is private! Private!” Another screams. “I’m just doing this cause everyone else is...” One chef whispers to a man tossing random bits of plates and cups.


“Ow! Oi! Ow!” Chirashi holds his arms over his face to protect them from the random incoming dishes. “I SAID OW!” He screams, one pot smacking him squarely on the jaw. “Nnngh…. THAT DOES IT!” He screams, tossing the prep table towards the chefs. “I’LL KILL YOU BASTARDS!!!” The chefs quickly flee for their lives from the rampaging fishman. “GRAWR!!!” He screams, tossing ovens and sinks… Tables… anything he could get his hands on really.

"I believe I can fly~. I believe I can touch the sky~. I think about it every night day~. Spread my wings and fly away~." Ren sang jovially. I mean, why shouldn't he? Everyone was at that execution thingy. Besides, even if they heard, he doubted that anyone could see him at the speed he was going. His dark coat whipped through the air as he jumped from roof to roof. Sometimes he'd perform spins and flips. He was just that bored. There was no use going back to the client anyway. The individual had already paid up front. Hopefully he didn't miss anything important yet. There had to be something, just SOMETHING, that was going to come to pass.

Discerning the large crowd, the young man grinned and slowed to a stop above a roof with a good enough view to see what was going on. He crouched down and made sure he wasn't discovered. They just brought in the guy... 'What was he called again? A yonga? No... that doesn't sound very right. Yo....nko? Yonko! That's it.' He smiled to himself and mentally patted himself on the back. The spectators then went deathly silent when the yonko guy was asked if he had any final words to say. Some guy threw a bottle his face. Heh heh, that was funny.

The man started speaking. The beginning was rather boring, nothing noteworthy. Just a villainous speech. Ren had almost decided to leave when Fenir finally made it to the most important part. Whatever smile or grin Ren wore like a favorite shirt each day was completely wiped off his face. He stared intently at the area below, suddenly besieged by the yonko and his henchmen. He hadn't even sensed them nearby.

"... The City of Fantasy... what in the world is your angle...?" The assassin muttered quietly, paying now heed to the chaos reigning below him. 'What was the whole purpose? You could have just kept it to yourself... and yet here you are, shedding light to the public. Why?' The question irked him. There he stood, witnessing the shot heard around the world. He narrowed his eyes and grumbled. It wasn't every day that you find out something otherworldly was announced to actually exist. He remembered learning about it. Back when his sister was still alive to tell him about it, it amazed him. When he was told that wishes could be granted, he told her he would wish for her to be the next Rendaz. She laughed and patted him on the head, criticizing his wish and telling him to make a wish for himself instead.

"Do I... need a wish of mine to come true?" He asked out loud. He frowned and turned around. He brought his hands to his head and ruffled his hair, groaning when he could not find an answer. "Damn it damn it DAMN IT! Should I? Shouldn't I?! Go?! NO go?! Chocolate?! Vanilla?! GAAAAHHHHH THESE CHOICES!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, facing the sky.

His face then changed to express a look of realization. He pointed to the air. "Eureka! Coin toss!" He frantically searched all of his pockets until he got a hold of a rusty coin he had found not too long ago. Tossing it into the air with his thumb, he watched as it went up high. "... Whoops. That's a little too high." He then went into a state of alarm when the coin was moving out of his reach when it made its descent. "Woah, woah!" He took a few steps back and brought both hands out to catch the falling piece of metal. His heel stepped on the ledge and he lost his balance. Ren flailed his arms around, trying to regain his balance. Still, the damage had been down, and Rendaz plummeted. "Eeeeccch!"

The fall would have done a great deal of pain, though that wasn't the case when he had fallen into a pile of dead bodies, breaking his fall. He stared blankly at the sky once again and moved his hand to his face to block the sun's rays. His palm closed when he felt a small object land on his palm and punched the air. "Convenient!" Moving out of the pile, Rendaz stood up and checked the coin. "... Well, I guess a career change is in order after all... wait. Christoff? Hanz? What in the... what next? Olaf? Sven?"

"Oh, wow." Shauna had absolutely no clue what was happening. It was quite obvious some serious shit was going down, but frankly she didn't care. What she did care about though was the surplus of delightfully punchable people that surrounded her. Letting out a content sigh, she swung blindly, her fists colliding with anyone that was near her.

This was the life.

To be able to punch without a care in the world.

But then, she ran out of things to punch.

Wait, where was she exactly? Looking around, she suddenly realized she had punched her way through the crowd and through a wall.

"Gee willickers." She droned out in a bored voice. Now, this wouldn't do. Though, looking through the hole in the wall, she took a moment to try and assess what was going on. "Uh... Marines... Pirates... Hm..." She rubbed her chin.

Boy, this was certainly interesting.

She sighed as she stepped through the wall and rubbed her chin.

"Hmm... My punch quota has been met for the day... Though, I doubt it'd be a great idea to just stand here and do nothin- Goddamn I'm hungry." Shauna realized suddenly, her stomach growling in confirmation that she was indeed hungry.

"Fuck... I need food."

@Jageroux@Infichi@Great Sogeking@Classpet

Holy shit! It was a giant cluster fuck that ran rampant throughout the entire bloody town and among the chaos was Roma running through the streets somehow laughing. Boy, as expected of a yonko to throw such a shebang from an execution no less! Whatever angle that guy had, he only confirmed what Roma already knew, but man what a stir up did it make! "Heh, oh man I'm ever glad I took a detour to see this! Now let's see what-" Bursting through the wall of a restaurant was an oven that level with Roma's head. Needless to say, the mass of metal smashed against Roma's head and knocked him off his feet. Typically that would kill a normal human being, but Roma wasn't exactly normal. The captain of his one man crew stood up and rubbed his right temple, glaring at what seemed to be a fishman going on a rampage.

His left eye twitched and he cracked his knuckles as he tried to contain his anger with a rage filled smile. "This mother fucking..." The palms of his skin secreted a dark pink ooze and his arms suddenly stretched out through the hole the oven came through. He grabbed the support beams in the kitchen and he flew straight towards the fishman feet first, performing straight towards his face. "Eat fishdicks!" Was probably what the fishman heard before his face was met by the soles of Roma's shoes. The force of the attack propelled the two of them through the kitchen's wall, smashing a hole in it followed by blasting through another wall by the restaurant's entrance. The poor fishman flew far, straight towards a certain barber named Barbert.

Meanwhile, Shauna was right by them and was caught in the crossfire, more or less. A huge wad of that dark pink substance, something that was very sticky and smelled of gum, landed on her chest. As for the bunny mink, Jam, she would've just seen two men flying out of a restaurant, a fishman and a guy with large amounts of goop on his palms.

@FellbloodFool

Two pirates had seen the quirky assassin fall on the dead bodies and rushed over to him quickly, their rifles aimed at him. One of them was a short, thin man with a comically long nose and lacking most of his hair save for a few strands of brown hair at the top of his chrome dome. The other was a huge, burly man with with a bushy brown beard with a huge bulbous nose poking out of it and majestic locks of hair flowing down his shoulders. They certainly made an odd pair of pirates and most likely underlings from Fenir's crew. Their captain's jolly roger, a wolf skull with an eye patch over its left eye and a three scars going down through the patch, was sewn onto their clothing.

"You, snow head, are you a marine or an enemy of my captain?!" The shorter pirate said with a nasally high voice. It seemed like he was a bit of a coward trying to put on a big act; his knees were shaking, eyes shifting, and sweat dripping. It was almost like watching a chihuahua acting like it was a big dog.

"Um, Olaf? Don't ya think that's a bit excessive? Pointing a gun at him and all?" The burlier pirate asked with a doping, deep voice.

"Shut it Sven!"

The sounds of battle rung through the town, muffling the terrified screams of the fleeing citizens. Tori cringed away from the door out of fear; worried the chaos would destroy the bar he spent his life toiling on."Gads...we needs to get outta here and fast!"Glancing at the other with wide odds, but unlike him The Doctor was calm and currently looked over a sheet a paper.

A low, shrill whistle blew past his lips before folding the sheet.'Things are getting pretty hectic out there huh? Well you can try running, but its only gonna get worse...at least once my plans are set in motion anyway.'A shrug of his shoulders while slipping the paper back in his left pocket then reached into his right to pull out a pocket watch when the burly hand grabbed the sleeve of his jacket."You want to make...this worse? Are you mad?!"The bartender sputtered and had more to say until he felt the cold steel of a scalpel against his neck.

Pushing the scalpel up some to raise Tori's head up causing a thin bead of crimson drip down his throat.'Now don't make a killer out of this doctor.'He said with that creepy smile of his; for a second it seemed as if he was gonna slit his throat, only to pull his hand back.'As fun it is to mess with you. I got places to be and things to do so my suggestion is to stick low and keep quiet..here I'll check to see if its fine to leave for you.'Shoving the stunned bartender aside and poked his head out to look down the right.

The street seemed empty, though cluttered with disgarged and knocked over objects.'Oh looks like it might be..oh no wait.'His gaze shifted to the left.'They're all over there. Just look at them marines and pirates fight and uh..'Stepping back from the door scratching his head.'Think I saw a flying fishman? nah I'm seeing things.'Shaking his head laughing then turned, opening the pocketwatch.'Crap! Wasted too much time, well its been fun.'Giving a salute of his hand before running to the backdoor."W-wait you ca-"Tori called out, but the strange man was already through the doors.

Bursting out into the back alley as he glanced briefly at the pocketwatch before putting it away.'Let's see...ah yes that way.'Making his way into maze like back alley system, having scouted and studied the pathway every day and arriving even before the execution was announced gave him plenty of time.'Got to love having insider information.'He chuckled to himself, whistling as he ventured through the alleys.

Nearly five minutes passed before he came across the barrel with a small white x chalked onto its side.'Here we are. Looks like its been untouched.'Taking the lid off to pull out a bag which was a bit heavy and heaved it over his shoulder.

Now that he had everything he needed, The Doctor set off towards one of the tallest buildings in town and used the ladders and stairs to make his way up to the roof. A climbing that was tiring due to the heavy bag he carried or it would of been if not for his df preventing him from feeling the exhaustion. This made it easy for him to keep an even pace, though careful to keep his breathing steady to avoid overtaxing himself.

A little over ten minutes it took to reach the roof that left him panting and sweating, but at least he got there with no problem. Once up there, he headed straight to the edge that overlooked the town and dropped the bag.'Phew....this is a lot of work, but will be worth it.'Wiping the sweat from his forehead while taking the pocketwatch out once more, checking the time.'And good timing too.'He turned his body halfway to peer out at the ocean.'and the marines arrived right on schedule.'Grinning widely before shifting his gaze to the streets to catch glimpses of the fighting taking place, but a lot of the pirates were still fleeing.

Such things he couldn't allow and prepared just for this and knelt down to pull out a small bomb that looked like a miniature cannonball marines were known to use.'Man..these things were expensive as hell but lets see what these pirates after a surprised 'marine' attack.'Snickering as he pulled the hoodie down over his head to keep any from seeing his face just in case. He stood up, clutching the bomb in both hands and spun around a few times then released his grip to send the bomb flying up in the air.

Flying onto a random nearby building; on impact a sudden explosion racked the air as fire crackled and black smoke billowed up towards the sky.'Oh nice range!'The Doctor hopped and whooped excitedly then bent to tug up another bomb and flung it to the opposite of the one just now.

Another explosion shook the ground; this time a small cart holding fruit at the shopping area was struck and again he whooped and laughed. The explosions muffling his elated enjoyment of causing further chaos as bomb after bomb was flung out leaving a bright orange tinge and the air reeking of burning smoke.

All of them gone and six different fires seen from multiple locations as he peered down at the streets once more. This time he saw the pirates attempting to flee now fighting and marines confused as there likely been no ordered issued to fire.

BING BANG BOOM BABY!!'He shouted out before breaking into a fit of laughter.'Whoo..boy..that was fun.'Gasping to catch his breath while laughing still, moving to sit on the edge with his legs swinging back and forth.'Alright, enough messing around. If he's here then this should smoke him out.'Using his hands to himself up to lean back.

Turning his head to and fro, searching every street and pathway.'Come out you sneaky pyro fucker...

Worming her way out of the crowd still Jamita thought she was finally free from the mess. Then some crazy Fish man and his slime covered pal sailed right in front of her, like right in front of her. if she was even a little forward they would've hit her. This she expressed with a piercing "Hey! I'm Walking Here You Idiots! Watch were you're going!!!!" as they flew by then an even shriller, "Hey I'm talkin' to you, don't ignore me!" before flaring her nostrils and huffily walking through the broken wall that the two had just broken. "Some people just don't know how to act, this wreckage, whose ganna' fix it! Not me!ughh".

Lifting her paw she took note of what was probably the grossest thing she'd ever stepped on. It was exactly like touching freshly chewed gum, nasty. Just to make sure it was really actually gum she picked up a bit with her paw and licked it. It kinda tasted like gum a little bit. Mostly gross though. She wiped it off on the wall as best she could, it didn't really come off. "This is the nastiest prank i have ever come across. It's not even good gum!?!?!"

Finally getting inside she peered around for something, anything to clean off the gum with. the whole bar was a wreck, a real mess, a disaster. It was unbelievable how messy everyone in this stupid town could be, was it to much to ask for a nice clean, well built, clean place."Oh, my, god."She complained in exasperation. At least a sink was clearly visible in the destroyed kitchen area, the tap broken from something thrown at it , and spewing water.

Cantering over ruble of broken chairs and tables she made her way to the sink and pagan picking bits of gum out of her fur, all the while complaining other personal plights, proclaiming "Crap like this never happens where i'm from, y'all are some crazies." and so on. At one point Jams turned to glare at a particular bystander, some street rat who was staring at her "You got a problem kiddo?! the child, frightened by her assertion fled to the sound of her threats."Stupid kids" she huffed returning to cleaning her paws of the goop.

Barbert had the misfortune of running forward enough to be hit by the flying fishman and his gummy assaulter. It had to be by a cruel twist of fate that fish were finally biting for Barbert; the one time he wasn’t looking for fish is the time it finally comes flying right for him! He literally didn’t even see it coming; he was too busy keeping his focus straight ahead to even consider looking around. Barbert was thrown to the ground and subsequently bodied by the fishman and the regularman that slammed right into him. The sudden impact knocked the wind out of him and left him twitching in pain as his brain caught up to him. “What… What was that…?!” he groaned out.

He eventually managed to pull himself out of the dogpile enough to see what the hell was weighing him down right now. “…EHHHHH!? A FISHMAN?!” Barbert shouted. And then he turned his head up a little more to see the man with… an “okay” hairstyle. He’d give it a 7.5/10 if he wasn’t being pressed down by two grown adults at once. With a heavy grunt, he started pulling himself further out from under them. “Come on… Argh! Would you two get off me?!” Barbert yelled at them, “I’ve got places to be and playing bottom for two guys isn’t one of them!”

@Jageroux@Great Sogeking@Classpet@hatakekuro

Chirashi rubbed his head as he stood up... "Are you KIDDING me!?" He growled, his tall form standing over the humans. "What's the big idea here!? I was just trying to get a FEW recipes for my book! So what!? You got caught in the cross-hairs! I can't help that!" He brushed off the dirt from his clothes. "Gah! I've dropped them! You made me drop them!" He quickly dropped to the ground, frantically searching, a few outlines forming on his waist, indicating his missing daggers. Though he ignored the other man, the third man, that he had landed on... "Ugh is this gum!? I'll need some vodka or some vinegar to get this off my clothes..." He grumbled to himself, finally lifting up his two daggers. "Jajajajaja! I found them!" Then he turned to the other two men. "Very well. I'll forgive you, THIS time." He said, shifty eyeing the two before walking back through the hole that his body had created. "I'm getting my recipes! A chef ain't a chef without a massive cookbook under his belt!"