Thoughts of the delicious food danced across her mind as she scurried down to the port, "That fish realllly knew how to cook, geez I gotta get me someone like that." She exclaimed. "A hunk with nice taste,".

Now she was day dreaming out loud. She just wanted to eat lots of good food and fix boats all her life, that wasn't so much to ask. Nearing the docks she quickly took note of the clamor. "Yup!" she proclaimed as soon as the boats were withing eye sight "Those boats are screwed. I mean really, they're fucking sunk."

only a single marines boat stood tall and un-sunk, and that's where she was going! "No use in standing around like a dunce!"

From a distance it looked like the marines were firing on anyone close to the ship. Infact a bunch of people were screaming bloody murder "Holy fuck the marines are open firin'" and "We're all screwed" the people said. "What a bunch of dumb asses the ports the other way, that's how you get off this water locked piece of crap," She yelled at them, unamused by their idocracy, and also to hear herself speck. She really did sound nice, at least in her opinion.

Finally at the docks she realized, the idoit marines couldn't tell scum from high quality recyclable trash! they really did just higher any old idiot with a gun these days. "Man society humped if these are the shitlords the best of the best can higher-" open bullet fire drown out her words. She could make out the marines, with guns, firing, at her!! It wasn't cool.

@hatakekuro
Ducking to the side she made her way around until she caught sight of gum-boyHe was kicking some major ass. Unable not to comment she yelled out "Gum boy keep it up with that nasty slim shit!! Your doing great hunny!". It was doubtful that he heard her. None the less this was were she was happy to be, yelling from the sidelines like a highschool cheer leader. The only thing that could make this party better would be some really good food.

"There's another intruder! There's another intruder!" The marine shouted, his index finger pressing into the rifle's trigger. On instinct, Ren threw two of his knives connected by long wire threads towards the source of the shouting. One managed to lodge itself deep into the muzzle of the gun to prevent it from firing, and the other, one designed with a hooked blade, plunged itself through the man's chest and into his heart and out his back. Ren pulled on the thread and brought the body up to him; his other had went to grab the dead marine by the neck and lifting him up. Bring it close to his face, Rendaz placed his index finger over his lips.

"Sssssshhhhhhhhh... Renny's working right now." He said to the corpse in an eerie whisper. Positioning it to his left, Ren used the man as a meat shield, grabbing his revolver holstered to his left and firing at the other marines as he cautiously approached them. 'Man oh man is Lecara going to chew on my ass when she finds out I got caught like this.' He thought in amusement. Managing to kill two, the assassin deemed it safe enough to make a mad dash towards the rest, quickly taking his knives back with inhuman speed whilst he reached for his second revolver when he ran out of ammo. Dashing left, he ran along the wall and fired two shots that downed one marine and flipped when he angled towards the ceiling and shot again.

Landing on his feet when another man dropped dead, Ren fired his last shot that disarmed the last marine standing and readied his body before he suddenly reappeared behind the marine. The assassin turned around and lightly knocked on the man's head, making it fall to the ground as blood spewed out. Hearing more shouting from outside, Ren raised a brow and moved towards the noise, seemingly forgetting his reason for boarding the ship. Once again outside the ship, the young man was greeted with the sight of more marines and what looked to be other people trespassing on the ship. Right as he was about to speak, his peripheral vision caught one marine with a revolver not unlike his from his holster and aimed at one of the intruders.

"Ooooooooh~! Gimme!" Rendaz threw his hooked knife, piercing yet another heart and yanking the thread. Crouching down, Ren reached down and grabbed the gun and his knife before spinning it over his around over his head, the knife still attached to the end slitting the throat of the marine behind him. He let the thread coil around his arm and caught the handle of the knife with his hand, stopping it and letting it go to uncoil. He then faced the fellow intruders.

"So... lovely day, eh?" He asked, wiping blood off his face with his sleeve.

@KillBox@Infichi@Jageroux@Classpet@FellbloodFool

Who the hell was that spiky haired little shit giving out orders? Roma stared at said shit and grabbed a marine by his face and threw him straight towards the brat. "Don't you dare give me orders pipsqueak!" He then turned to look at the fishman who had just appeared out from the other side of the ship. It was the very same fishman that threw a god damn oven at his head. Roma threw a punch with his extending arm though a marine stupidly got in the way and instead took the punch instead of the fishman. He wanted nothing more than to punch that bastard's face in, especially since he wanted them off the ship that he was trying to hijack. "Like hell I'm gonna give up this ship you shitty fishman! Ugh, I don't have time for a two-bit coward that doesn't have the balls to fight!" From the distance he could see backup that the marines had called upon, causing Roma to sigh in annoyance.

They needed to get out of here, fast. More commotion was heard behind him and there was a white haired guy fighting more marines on the ship, well, until he butchered them and said it was a nice day to Roma. Definitely useful a guy to Roma if he can convince him to join. "Well it certainly isn't dull." He responded to Ren with slight confusion of how this guy got here.

Then there was this rabbit woman on the sidelines that he had noticed, but hasn't heard her cheering due to the commotion. She seemed capable enough if she didn't get shot by the marines. "Hey bunny lady! Hop on if you want to get the hell out of here!"

Roma turned to the beast of a woman with a love of punching. Definitely not a person that he should piss off unless he wanted to get his ass handed to him. He looked to the group of marines approaching the ship and motioned his head towards them. "Take them out, punchy."

@Great Sogeking

Today was just not this marine's day. First he had to run around and make sure not to get killed by the pirates, but now there was this blonde pretty boy with scissors flying around him in a blur. "Erk!" With just that cry, he fell down to the ground completely out cold.

@samreaper

One of The Doctor's two choices seemed to had decided on its own without him. Just barely a foot from him, a blast force sheared through the building The Doctor was in, obliterating half the building and continued on to destroy other buildings that came in its way. All that was left of the attack was the deep scars left by it, as if a wolf had torn its claws right through the ground. As the roar of the attack died down, it gave way to deep, rumbling growls. It was The Doctor's favorite wolf and it had brought a friend along. The two monsters snarled at The Doctor, reading to pounce on him at any given moment. "Oi, oi. Calm yourselves." Jackdaw 'Fenrir' Morgan stood in between the two wolves with his palms resting on their snouts. If the two wolves had a powerful presence, then it was drowned out by the endless abyss that was this man's presence. Despite being towered by the wolves, he almost seemed like a giant next to them in terms of power.

Fenrir glanced around until his eye landed upon The Doctor and that threatening aura disappeared. He rubbed the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. "Oh, my bad. I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch, kid. So, uh, sorry about the whole nearly killing you in an instant thing."

Under any other circumstance, Shauna would punch anyone that ordered her to do anything. She was her own person, and she did only what she wanted to do. So, while Roma's 'order' made her pause, she was ultimately fine with it solely because he kept his word. He said if she joined him, she'd never run out of people to punch, and he was right. Eyes locking onto the group of marines, Shauna rushed them head on.

She struck fast and hard - harder than most people would expect and with skill that defied her age. Lashing out, Shauna's fist collided with a kneecap and a marine buckled to the ground. Jumping forward, her knee thrust outward and the nose of a marine was broken. Landing, she swung wildly while the marine staggered back, his fist meeting his ribs with enough force to send the man barrel into 2 others. Whipping around, the back of her hand collided with a face and she swung around, burying her left fist in the marine's stomach.

She was breathing heavily, the blood loss from the cuts starting to get to her. Her head was swimming, but she kept fighting. The back of her heel collided with a face while her fist was buried in another. Wrapping her arms around the waist of a marine, she hugged him from behind before pulling back, her back bending as she suplexed the man, his head head hitting the ground while causing his neck to twist at an awkward angle. Grabbing his face, Shauna roared as she threw the marine into another group, knocking them all down like bowling pins.

Looking around, she breathed heavily while holding her face, looking back to the ship. Her eyes struggling to focus on the people, though she could make a few things out and her brain was still functioning... Somehow.

"Hey, cap'n," Shauna called out to Roma, "you want me to deal with fish sticks?" She inquired, cocking her head to the side.

@hatakekuro

A nice lunch always calmed the nerves after escaping from a wolf souped up on steroids and the nearly drowning was especially fun. Flipping through the papers, glossing over any tidbits and stories that seemed interesting while sipping milk.

A sudden need to itch his nose; an action that very well saved his hand from being blasted off. For the table and a quarter of the house he was in got blasted away by some non-visible force which very nearly knocked him from the chair. His body and the chair settled back into place, the table getting blasted away the last thing he saw before a dust cloud obscured his vision. The blast itself was the least of his worries after hearing the oh too familiar snarl of scruffy and by the sound of the second one, had brought its friend.

Just one took all he had to escape, two was utterly impossible and yet the presence between them that had his attention. One that he and everyone else felt earlier shortly before this man's attempted execution.

The dust soon settled to reveal both bear sized wolves growling, eager to pounce at him at any given notice. One word is all it took and his life was forfeit and still he would prefer taking them on compared to their master, who's presence threaten to crush the life out of him, as if a massive mountain sprouted from the ground a mere few feet from him. Impassable and indestructible...there stood the pinnacle..the very height of both strength and power that most sought after and this unstoppable force had come knocking at the door, which cleaved everything in its path to dust.

And here he thought this was a bad day; now it might be his worst...and last. Whether he would leave this encounter alive depended on choosing his words wisely for this man could kill him with a mere glance and that left him the only option of giving him his due respect and to speak nothing but truth. Lies..his most reliable weapon, utterly useless against Fenrir.

Struggling with what to say until he cleared his throat and raised a finger.'Ah sorry but the Hendersons moved out a week ago.'Letting out a chuckle; a small joke to break the tension.'Not at all..in fact I was just about finished.'Looking for a place to put the glass down and just decided to place it on the floor then stood up, dusting off his jacket.'I would invite you to join me for a meal but...'Taking a quick glance around the missing kitchen.'Well its not my place so no harm done.'Shaking his head while taking a few steps towards him.

His movement only caused the wolves to growl anew at him, making him stop a good couple steps from the man. Even at this distance he could feel Fenrir's overwhelming presence; like an tiny ant standing next to a huge giant, an analogy he hated referring himself to but it was the truth.'First..I'd like to say its an honor to meet the world renown yonkou, Fenrir.'A slight bow of his head to show his respect then motioned his hand towards the one who chased him earlier.'Secondly, to the wolf giving me the death glare. I wish to apologize for the whole glass in the eye business..it was a desperate situation and little options left me.'This time a slight bow of his head to the one he called scruffy due to not knowing the wolf's real name.

It took all he had to keep a calm, brave face for he refused to show weakness or cowardice; both to avoid risk of angering him and more to keep his pride.

"Like hell I'm gonna give up this ship you shitty fishman! Ugh, I don't have time for a two-bit coward that doesn't have the balls to fight!"

"Hey, cap'n," Shauna called out to Roma, "you want me to deal with fish sticks?" She inquired, cocking her head to the side.

Hello and welcome to Things you don't tell a former gladiator fishman! I'm your hose, Chirashi's inner subconscious! What are we playing for today... It looks like, YOUR FREEDOM! Alright, Contestants, on your buzzers... What happens when you piss off a Fishman who was forced to fight for life or death since a very young age?

Chirashi cracked his knuckles, fire burning in his eyes as he looked at the rouges before him. "You know... Human is just another form of meat." The fishman growled, the fire growing into a raging inferno that consumed his entire head!

That's right! They get murderous! You win Chirashi! Let me tell you your prize!

"EAT THIS!" The fishman charged and leaped through the air, his body twisting like a top, "SUSHI ROLL!" His foot swung upward, striking a marine in the jaw and sending him flying to the sky and out to the ocean. Of-course Chirashi stuck the landing like a pro, landing on his hand and knee like a badass super hero in one of those action comics. "Bring it."

@hatakekuro@Infichi

Jams perked her ears. Had gum boy just invited her onto the marines ship? It was really an odd sort of feeling, to be invited on a marine ship by no less than some kick ass misfit. Any sane person would think twice before hopping on a ship with a lunatic like that. However what she called out was "Sure thing Honey!!" as she rocketed toward the ship.

In only a few bound she was on the dock beside the boat. With a single leap she rocketed onto the boat, landing feet first on a marine. Poor dude was out cold. "Lazy ass sleepin' on the job. What a slack!" she commented before turning to see what or who Gumbo was yelling at. Lo and behold it was fish cook guy. Dude was posing like some stud, a real beef cake. Gumbo looked like he was about to square up with the hunky fish, it was a disaster.

In the most dramatic way the bunny girl slid between the two, arms spread out to signaling them to stop. "Gumbo, Hot fish guy, you gotta stop." she said using gestures as she spoke. "Gumbo, you don't have to punch this beautiful fish man into the ocean. It'll only make him stronger. And he's hot. And he can cook. Please. Let him on the boat. Stop having the boat closed."

She paused for a moment, but with a turn of her head she stared at the fishman. "Fishman. What it blue blazins' is your name. Also I'm a vegetarian please don't make meat. Especially human that's nasty. It must be romeo with how you cook. Your name that is. Don't fight over this piece of crap boat, join this lunatic and I. Cook food. For me. And everyone else I guess. Forever. Until we die."

solemnly she finished, fist clenched in a winning gesture. She only wanted to eat nice things on a boat forever. If these two could work things out, she would have her dream come true.

@Classpet

Chirashi paused for a moment, "Listen here little bunny." Chirashi ignored the others for now, "The chef must grow! To be the best chef you have to create all the dishes in the world and have every recipe memorized! Then you can evolve your cooking to the newest level! Once you know everything, you can create dishes the world has never seen before! Combinations that drive the palate mad with flavor! A dish to suit every person's needs and desires! You can create such a thing when you master the art of cooking! To tell me to never cook meat, I refuse! I will cook everything! But for you." The seven foot tall fishman bowed, "I'll make only the most delectable vegetable dishes."

With that Chirashi pulled out his daggers and spun them around. "Now then. We can all work together, none of you are marines and I like that fact." He then pointed at the bunny girl. "Also, she called me hot. I also like that fact. So I'll play it nice! I'm Chirashi Sushimi, Worlds best fishman chef."

@Jageroux@Infichi@Classpet

"Pffffffffffft! The only thing you're cooking are your cheesy lines! Roma had tried to contain his laughter, but it burst out loudly. He was bent forward, holding his stomach as he pointed at Chirashi as he laughed. For the time being, it seemed like he forgot that they were hijacking a marine ship just because of what the fishman said. It was only until a minute that he stopped laughing, taking deep gasps of air as he tried to compose himself. "Chirashi huh? We'll save the introductions for when we get the hell out of here! Perhaps you can cook a dish that will 'drive my palate mad with flavor'" Again, he laughed again at the fishman trying to be all cool and bad ass while he was just spewing out of corny dialogue.

Taking deep breaths, he turned to a blood covered Shauna who looked like she was in need of rest. "Nah, it's all good. Get some rest and try to find the infirmary before you bleed out." It would've been no good if she were to die right here. They would have to get going soon before more marines arrived.

@samreaper

"Eh, it should also be my honor to meet someone as infamous as you." Fenrir gave The Doctor a knowing grin of who exactly this man was though it really shouldn't have been that surprising. Being a yonko meant having vast knowledge of the criminal underworld and the medical genius known as The Doctor was known throughout the underbelly of society. The pirate took a step ahead of his wolves and sat down on a pile of rubble, pulling a cigar out of his pocket. The wolf that had glass blown into its eyes growled at The Doctor only to be silenced with just a sharp glance by its owner. "As for this young pup here, I have no qualms with you needing to do what you needed to do to survive. Their mother doesn't share the same sentiment as me so I guess you're lucky." He lit his cigar with just a snap of his fingers, the friction alone caused a spark to appear strong enough to light a cigar.

He puffed out a ring of smoke, looking back at the black market doctor before standing back up, towering over him. "You should leave the island as fast as you can. If you had trouble with just my wolves then I don't expect you to make it out of here alive. It seems like there's a ruckus going on around the port. Some upstarts decided to hijack a marine ship. They've got some brass balls to do that kind of shit, but let's hope they don't swing back around and hit them in the face." The pirate laughed with a hardy grin. His wolves however didn't find it very amusing and still wanted to pounce on The Doctor.

Somehow, in some way, Ren had opted to grab a chair from out of nowhere and watch the remaining people conscious on the ship babble on and on. It was amusing. All the better when the assassin had a front row seat. It was like those plays he used to go to as a child. Only less sophisticated, and by far funnier. There were the two rivals being Bushy Brows and fish Hulk, the mink was the comedic character, and then there's Boobs Mckenzie as the... female? And speaking of her chest:

'Yikes, those things are big. I mean, does she even wear a bra? I hope so, her life would be a lot more brutal without the proper support.' Ren though when he made a quick glance at One Punch Woman. Shifting his attention over to Roma, Ren raised his hand up high and asked. "Yeah, uuuhh, I have a question, Mr. Bushy Brows. You said something about getting out of here, so I assume that means commandeering this ship? You know, since it's the only real way right now to get outta Rum Town and all?"

Ren stood up from his chair and tossed it behind him, falling off the ship and sinking into the sea. "Because if that's the case, then I hope ya don't mind me ransacking the place a bit. Scavenge for weapons and all. I'll be outta your face after that, mmkay? Mmkay." He finished and made way for for the ship's interior once again.

"Infirmaries are for pussies." Shauna commented as she dropped down onto the floor, sitting with her legs folded beneath her. "And remember somethin', buddy - you ain't the boss of me. You want someone's face broken, you point me to them and I'll sic 'em like a dog, but aside from acts of violence don't think you can make me do shit." She spoke calmly, eyes closed as she relaxed. It had been a very good day. She was quite exhausted, but she was happy.

She opened an eye to observe Ren, watching as he retreated inside of the ship.

She shrugged and closed her eye.

"Lemme know if you need anything done that's actually important, gum-guy. I'll be here." Shauna said to Roma once more as she finally relaxed and became as still a statue.

Such an odd day this turned out to be...coming here for the execution of a yonkou and yet here he was casually talking to that very same person. He expected this man to have an dangerous and unruly personality, but he seemed the more calm and easy going type and the fact Fenrir also knew of him was no surprise.'Well..though I'm honored, some things are greatly..exaggerated in the underworld.'His body tense, even though Fenrir kept the wolves at bay.

Still, he was curious of what exactly the yonkou had planned, but soon had the man towering over him and for the briefest of a second felt he was about to die. Tilting his head a little to be given a warning to quickly get off the island.

It seemed something big was coming and thought it best to take up on this warning.'Yes..I think it about time I got off this island myself, though I hope the next time we meet we can share a drink.'A small nod of his head before glancing over at the wolves and started off on a brisk walk towards the docks. Waiting till he walked a good distance to glance over his shoulder to see he could no longer see them.'Whew...talk about a crazy encounter there...well at least this day wasn't a complete waste.'Shaking his head as he resumed walking, gradually picking up speed until he was running towards the docks.

Arriving at the ship as he slowed to a stop, panting a bit while looking around; expecting to see a bunch of fighting going on. Instead, it was mostly quiet, leaving him to guess the takeover finished, otherwise marine officers would be running about shouting orders. This made things easy cause he was in no mood to fight and slipped his hands in the jacket's pockets and casually strolled up onto the deck as if taking a relaxing walk through a park.

@hatakekuro (Im replying to Hatake only out of laziness. Since the timeskip is here and all...)

In the midst of his shooting, he heard what the stretchy man said to him. Now, he doesn't mind people yelling at him at all. But, insult his height, and he becomes an enraged monster... "Pipsqueak?...." He muttered. Firing off a few more deadly shots towards the marine that were still rushing towards them. He tucked his rifle under his arms and saw the marine being tossed at him. In a fit of shear anger, he jumped up, did a pirouette in the air and kicked the marine square in the chin. The marine spun around and flew back towards Roma...

"Pipsqueak? Look here, fuck boy, I don't mind if you crack a joke about things I did or whatever. But, if you ever joke about my height again, I will kill you..." He said, more calm than furious.

As he finished his words, he slung the rifle over his shoulder and secured it again. He decided that he needed to actually hit someone to relieve some of the anger he has about him right now. He hopped off the platform he was on. As he landed, he drew his sword with his right hand and kicked off the ground as hard as he could. Dashing in a zigzag pattern, he ran past the people who are apparently on the same side as he was and towards several marines. Moments later, he flicked his sword at the ground. Blood splattered and several marines fell as well.
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When the dust had settled, the ship was theirs it seems. He sat in the corner, away but still near everyone else. He was cleaning his sword and making sure his guns were in good order.

"Sure! Ignore the guy with the highest kill count thus far, thats fine. I'm not injured at all. I'm not bleeding anywhere. I'm perfectly fine..." He said. Afterwards, he muttered under his breath "Fuckers...Bunch of oafs."

He looked towards the group. What a ragtag bunch...They were all wanted and labled as pirates now , having caused the recent mayhem

@KillBox@samreaper@Jageroux@FellbloodFool@Infichi@Classpet

Sheesh, that was one woman that took no shit from anyone. He could respect someone with a strong, rebellious spirit. After all, it's not like he himself was exactly someone to take anyone's bull. Hell, he would've retorted, but it would've just been a waste of his breath. Someone like Shauna only respected the strong so he would have to simply earn that respect. For now, there wasn't much point in arguing with her. "Oh aren't you just a treat." Roma chuckled, appreciating the spirit that she brought to his crew, well, his two person crew. Actually four person crew if the fishman and rabbit lady were to be included. The fishman would be one hell of an asset with his physical and cooking abilities. Not to mention that he was also quite the character, which could also be said about the rabbit woman. She reminded him of one of those comic relief characters that he found in comic books that were really popular with the kids in his hometown. If there was anything to be said about her was that she looked quite tough, as if she was used to hard labor. Definitely someone he could rely on in the future.

There was an existence that he almost completely forgot about. That white haired guy who snuck aboard the ship during the chaos. He gave off this weird vibe, like he wasn't exactly right in the head kind of weird. Then again who was Roma to judge? He could guarantee that every single person that commandeered this ship though perhaps this guy was a little more nuts than everyone else. Also, where did he get that chair? "Uh, sure I-" The guy didn't even stop and wait for an answer. He just went off to do his own thing.

There was also that gun toting pipsqueak with a big mouth. For a kid he was definitely a dangerous guy and perhaps a bit sensitive about his, or rather, his lack of height. Roma wasn't exactly sure what to make of the twerp, but hey, it couldn't hurt to try and recruit him.

It seemed like they were ready to move, but there was someone walking up to the deck. He could hear the footsteps behind him and saw that it was a very pale person wearing sunglasses. Just by looking at him gave Roma the creeps though there was more to it than that. Whatever it was that made Roma unsettled was unknown. It was perhaps just out of natural instinct when there was something not quite right with someone. "You, who are you?"

Much later

The marine ship that they hijacked had sailed away from Rum Island with its new odd crew managing it. The mid-morning sky that they were under had set into a deep orange with the sun sinking into the horizon. Today had been a long day; biggest execution of the century, botched execution, startling truths, and a whole lot of violence. And that was all within the span of a few hours! Now here are the main characters of the story, cruising along the seas with a stolen marine ship after the hellish day they've been through. Some more than others.

As for one of the characters, Roma was manning the helm of the ship towards the nearest island. They would probably arrive tomorrow if the weather permitted it. The captain looked on beyond the horizon, wondering what tomorrow would bring him. This really was one hell of a big first step in his career as a pirate. It meant that as of today he is a wanted man, something his poor father who worked for the marines dreaded. Still, it was all worth it if it meant he was free to explore and adventure as much as he wanted.

Roma held a cigarette in between his lips, smoke seeped out from the tip of it. If someone told him that cigarettes killed then he would've responded that it probably be the most tamed way he would go out.

@hatakekuro@samreaper@Jageroux@FellbloodFool@Infichi@Classpet

After the ship as sailed

He was sitting against one of the railings, looking at his...crew mates...Just about the most ragtag group of people, ever. He knew he was going to be one of, if not, the best fighter on the ship. He tugged at his holster for his pistols, not thinking about anything in particular. Peering up at the helm, he saw the stretchy man who insulted his height earlier. He was smoking a cigarette. So tasteless. Surely the man has to have more taste than to settle for cheap, possibly homemade, cigarettes. Not being able to stand it anymore, he got up and approached the man, reaching into his pocket...

"Aye, fuck boy, try this." He said, as he tossed him a small pouch of herbs. "They would be best smoked out of a wood pipe, but seeing as you have no taste, rolling papers would do for now, I guess..." He said to him. Looking down at the deck, he spoke a bit louder as he adjusted the sunglasses on his forehead "My name is Weston Smith. I'm good with guns and other weapons and thus I'm probably the best fighter here. Anyone has a problem, we can handle it right here and now." He exclaimed, a sense of arrogance about him...

[@everyone]

Upon stepping on the desk, a rather straight forward asking him who he was and tilted his head with a big toothy grin.'I-

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Hours passed since the marine ship had been stolen by this strange bunch, though losing the marines tailing them proved difficult at first. Now both the marines and rum island were left behind them, but the Doctor still wondered what Fenrir true aim was with the whole execution.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter at this point and currently relaxed on a box; book in his left hand and an apple in the right swiped from the kitchen. His introductions had been cut short by the sudden marine attack that forced them to set off, which allowed him to slip away until things quieted down.

Flipping the page and a bite of the apple, this pale individual keeping to himself for the time being as he had nothing to do with the others on the ship. He would mind his own business and let them do what they like until they reached land so that he may switch ships to continue on his way, course he was unsure of where to go at this point but a destination would come to him eventually. So he read quietly until some moron prattled on about being the strongest, the kid's voice brimming with arrogance and an egocentric cockiness that seemed to match it. Hearing him challenge them against his words; rolling his eyes beneath his glasses, knowing he wanted nothing to do with this one especially.

Turning his head back down to resume reading, expecting some fights to break out and intended to keep his nose out of it.

Bouncing on her heels, Shauna focused on the chair in front of her. She was on the forecastle deck to the front of the ship, her arms and waist having been wrapped in bandages. Someone had advised her to lay down and rest, so naturally she did the opposite. Not to be difficult, per se... But to be difficult.

Stepping forward, she kicked the chair into the air, eyes locked on the wooden piece of furniture. As it neared her, she swung at one of the legs and knocked it back into the air. For 10 minutes straight, she kept juggling the chair in the air with punches and kicks, stringing together attack after attack. It was a self-control exercise her uncle had taught her. She originally thought it was stupid, as every time she tried she'd always just shatter the chair, but as time passed she came to appreciate it.

During a fight, she knew she couldn't just throw everything into one punch - if she did, the enemy would die and there'd be a lot less punching for her to do.

And that was a scary thought.

Yet, at about the 10 minute mark, she heard a bold declaration.

"My name is Weston Smith. I'm good with guns and other weapons and thus I'm probably the best fighter here. Anyone has a problem, we can handle it right here and now."

Her ears twitched in response and, as the chair went into the air, Shauna flipped backwards, the toe of her boot colliding with the chair. Upon impact, the wooden chair flew towards Roma and Weston, going past them until it suddenly shattered - the multiple and consistent damage it had sustained finally manifesting itself as the wood splintering into several pieces before being buried in a wall.

Landing on her feet, Shauna looked towards Weston with a blank stare that betrayed no emotion. Shauna knew not to underestimate anyone, but she found the fishman to be more intimidating.

"Anyone that says "I'm the best fighter" is no true fighter." Shauna commented as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. "If you're the best, time will tell." Her eyes narrowed as she shot him a sharp glare.

"Until then, stay in a child's place." She said before leaning on the rail of the ship, staring at the water in complete and utter boredom.

@hatakekuro @KillBox @Jageroux @samreaper @Infichi @Classpet

"Mysteries abound,
made of a deep energy~.
Energy~.
Foes all around,
But I will go fearless and free~."

Ren wholeheartedly sang with a smile as he walked all around the ship. It was weird to him that he would so willingly become a pirate. I mean, he made a KILLING as an assassin! So why? Why would he do it? Why did the renegade Grimwald become a pirate? Especially when he could still try to look for this fantasy city place or whatever the way he was before. To be honest, the answer was simple, and Ren liked simple because he thought of himself as a simple guy.

Roma asked him to become a member of his crew. And he asked nicely.

See, an act of kindness was important to Ren. So much so that the now former assassin even attempted to repay his kindness by giving him a jar of dirt. That didn't work as his new superior merely gave a smiling Ren a concerned look. Then Ren tried again, this time offering to show him this great brothel. Again, another concerned look. So in the end, Ren was assured that he didn't need to do anything for Roma besides actually working for him. Oh well. Ren could always get back to him on that topic.

Now, Mr. Gravity-defying Hair Guy? He didn't sound like a nice guy, so Ren paid him no heed. The former assassin had dealt with people like him. They're usually not worth the attention. The only exception being that one marine that had actually almost done him in... but that's another story for another time~.

So, there he was, casually walking around the main deck while he juggled three knives to entertain himself. Oh, and while he was singing. Ren always liked to subtly show his multiple talents. But not even seven minutes into it, the young man grew bored and put his knives away, saving one so he could immediately toss it far up in an angle in the air. Ren then moved a few steps back and held out his hands. A impaled bird fell onto his palms and he jumped around while he pulled his knife out of the bird. "Hey, fish Hulk! You think you can cook something spectacular with this bird thing~?" He questioned loudly.

@hatakekuro @KillBox @Jageroux @samreaper @FellbloodFool @Classpet

Ah the kitchen, home to the native Fishman. Here you can see him in his natural habitat. He didn't know the crews tastes yet, so he had to just sort of wing it. He figured the bunny would be into the veggie platter, so that was a no brainer. But what would gum guy and all those others want to eat? This was quite the exciting moment for Chirashi! He could experiment to his hearts desire! All along the work bench the fruit of his labors could be seen! There were deserts of varying types! Squid Ink Sorbet! Strawberry Frozen Yogurt! Seven kinds of pies! Meat and desert. Then there were the various kinds of Sashimi, sushi, steaks and other assorted foods. He cooked enough food to feed the entire crew about four days.

The chef ignored the calls of using a random dead bird for food, there was no time to explain the level of wrong he was to ask. So instead, here is a chart, showing how wrong.

The red in this pie chart represents the % that he is wrong.



Chirashi shook his head, cupped his hands over his mouth and at the top of his lungs screamed. "FOODS READY! IF YOU DON'T EAT NOW YOU AIN'T EATING LATER!"

@Infichi @hatakekuro

After Gumbo and Chirashi calmed down Jams took to wandering. First she tried following the hunky fishman, but he just went to the kitchen and started cooking. After an hour or so of food talk she was just plain bored. She'd have plenty of time to stare at the eye candy that he was later. leaving him with a "see you later alligator," which might have been a pun she wandered off to meet the other 'crew members' on the 'pirate ship'.

While 'looking' for other 'people' Jams examined the ship just a little bit. The boat was well made she'd give it that much but the hunk of metal would never get any faster than 20 knots tops, and it was a little scuffed up from the fight earlier. It did have a ton of space though. In conclusion this ship was okay, not perfect but still good enough.

@KillBox

Finally some dumbo named Watson declared himself the best fighter or something, it wouldn't be a big deal but then some smokin' chick kicked a chair at him. Or well it was kinda near him, she didn't seem like she meant to hit him. then she spewed some words of wisdom like some kind of goddess of war as she pulled back her hair. Whatever she said didn't seem that important, something about kids. And then, like a picture or a drama play she cast her gaze out to the sea.

@Jageroux

"Hey Cutie pie!" Jamita practically screamed as she hopped over to the other girl. "Whatcha lookin' out at that big ol' ocean for when you got all kinds'a neat stuff to look at right here on this boat, by the way that was a really nice lil' speech you gave, very dramatic. Jams took a second to hop up on the halfwall to sit so she would be almost as tall as the other girl. "I'm Jamita by the way, but most people just call me jams, what's your name i don't think you said it yet. Nobody on this boat has actually said their name, except that dumby watson or whatever, anyway your name?" as she stopped talking it seemed that she started fidgeting, kicking her heels against the wall she sat on and twidling her paws back and forth.