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One Piece: On Stranger Tides

@LostDestiny doesnt matter who the captain is, Jack just wanted to cause mischief

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

When the man drew out his pistols and pointed one at his face, William didn't even panick. On the contrary, he got excited at the prospect of violence, his eyes widened and his face cracking into a look of pure glee. Wasn't the first time someone had threatened him with a gun, it wouldn't be the last either.

So when the guns went away he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to see how good he was compared to tgis man, but still things went well anyway. The masked woman, whom called herself Annabelle Pond, accepted his offer of a job.

Which is good since he had just done something stupid and was banking on the fact that he would be able to flee. "Well Miss Pond, my name is Jack Gallows, at your service." He gave a quick but elegant bow to her and stood back up. "Now while I do hate making a bad first impression, I think we may need to leave this ppace in a hurry."

As he said that, five large thugs burst into the bar, the bigger and meaner of the lot glowering right at Jack. "Gallows you bastard! Where is the money you took off me!?" He snarled and his men started forming a circle around Jack. Jack didn't even bat an eyelid, he calmly looked the man in the eye and said to, "I don't have it, I gave it to my Captain over there."

He pointed his finger right at Anna.

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

Ah, that makes sense. Seen some gameplay and it looks alright. Thanks

Infectious: Zone B Archives

The Bastard

Know the worst part about living in a fort that was built centuries ago? It ain't the holes in the defences, the crumbling foundations or the damn rats everywhere. It was the bloody wind, how it blew through everything, knocked things over and cut right to your core.

Still, could be worse. You could be one of those poor fuckers in one of them Safety Shelters. Overcrowded, little food and being pushed around by someone whose family had more money than you before all this shit went down. At least with William's crew you knew where you stood. Pull your weight and do what you're told and you will be well looked after by everyone else who does the same. Be a burden for too long or refuse to do something and you'll wish that you were Infected.

And today, today somebody had not done their job right. Two people fucked up during the night. The one watching the storeroom, and the one who thought they could pilfer from it. Both had to be punished, both must be made examples of what not to do.

William walked out into the courtyard of the fort. Whatever holes this place omce had were patched up with scraps of wood, metal and even a couple of car parts and frames that couldn't be used. And in the middle of the courtyard stood a dozen men and women, these were the ones who weren't out scavenging or who had no other duties. And kneeling in front of them were two men.

The eldest of the men would be about 30 years old, and apart from his torn pants he wore nothing. This was intentional, he was the watchman who screwed up, so his gear was taken from to be used by someone less useless. The other was a kid, couldn't have been older than 18. Poor dumb shit. He should've better than to steal from his group, and the watchman should've done his job better.

The older of the two looked down at the ground, glancing every now and then up at William with eyes full of fear. The man tried to speak, his voice full of fear and his words were muttered more than said, "B-b-boss, I'm, I'm sorry that I-" before he could say anymore William drove his armoured boot into the mans gut. The man doubled over in pain, he would've grabbed his gut but his hands were tied behind him.

William looked at the man in disgust, he had no sympathy for those who were incompetent. Had the watchman been killed or injured when the thief tried to get away William would have praised the man for doing his job. But no, he was found asleep next to the open storeroom door, not a scratch on him. It took them only a short while to find the thief, he hadn't gotten far from the fort before he was caught by an observant guard. The guard was given extra rations and excused duties for two days. Good work equals rewards. Bad work equals punishment.

Nobody besides those in the courtyard knows what happened to the two prisoners, except that it must have been horrible because while nobody saw anything, aside from dried blood left in the courtyard, they all heard the screams. The screams went on and off for days, they were loud and full of horror, and they weren't all from the two victims. When it was all done, there were no bodies left, not even bones.

There was however more minced meat added to the freezer, and some bones made into clubs and sharpened into shivs.

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

Can someone explain what you are talking about?

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

"Is that a unicorn on that ship?" Jack looked up from his work to see what the other cook was talking about. Sure enough, a ship had just come to the island with what appeared to be a unicorn as its figurehead. What was more interesting was the fact that the ship was largely intact, and if that were true there would be a chance that the Captain of it may need some crew for it.

The person who came into the bar appereared to be the Captain, a woman wearing a mask. She was approached by Hunter, a man that most people feared, though usually it was his blood red jacket he always wore. As they started chatting, a red haired woman walked into the bar, covered in water and dripping all over the place. She got a drink and cigare and walked over to the masked woman and the blood jacket. Seems she wanted off this rock too. She would have to wait before him.

"Hello there. I too would like off of this island, and as I noticed miss mask face you seem to have a ship which appears a bit light on crew. I wish to offer you my service as your ships cook. I guarantee you shan't be disappointed by my cooking skills. And if it comes to it, I will also be able to handle myself in a fight. So, may I join?" Smooth and subtle as ever, Jack never could resist going into the deep end.

Infectious: Zone B Archives

William

Appearance:

Name: Willam The Bastard

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Class: Greaser

Occupation: Leader

Personality: William was not given the nickname Bastard because of his parentage, he was given it because he is a cunning, ruthless, merciless and intimidating man. The name was given to him as an insult by one of his opponents for leadership, he took the name with pride, that was of course after he killed the man who gave it. He rules his gang with an iron fist, using fear and his tenacity to keep everyone in check. He cannot be intimidated or scared off, and is protective of his crew, providing they are loyal.

Background: It is rare for William to talk of his past, usually it only happens when his crew scavengers bring back some booze, but when he does he seems to talk with a tone of arrogance and disgust. Hell for all anyone knows it could all be bullshit, but the stories he tells are all anyone has to go on.

To put it simply, his family were a group of fairly rich doomsayer survivalists, believing that the apocalypse would come at any moment. So when Doomsday did finally happen, it was if all their pain and suffering wasn't pointless. However, despite all their planning, despite all their high tech equipment and skills they had learned, their plans didn't amount to anything. The rest of his family were killed on their way home when it first started, or at least they never turned up by the time William left the family bunker, three years after it all started.

After spending three years alone without any contact with the outside except a few radio transmissions that all ended abruptly due to operator failure from the people he talked with. Three years with only his thoughts and a few books to keep him sane, he left the bunker and took as many supplies as he could before concealing the bunker entrance.

After that he wandered around for a bit. He met many other people, some ignored him or him them, others who he allied with for a time, and others who attacked him. He even was allowed into one of the Govvy camps, however he didn't get along well with them and left. After a while he ended up with a group of Greasers controlled by someone who was even more of a tyrant than he is now. He and the leader ended up fighting for dominace with a majority of the group siding with William. When William won, he had the previous leader torn limb from limb and kept his skull as a trophy.

Goal: Rule.

Equipment: Scavenged metal armour. Water canteen. Ammo pouches. Hip holster. Wrapped jerky. Rag bandages. Sun goggles. Steel helmet. Respirator mask.

Weapons: AK47 (Specialized Weapon). Colt .45 semi auto pistol. Machete.

Skills:
Intimidation-Expert.
Melee-Advanced.
Firearmes-Advanced.
Unarmed-Adept.
Scavenger-Adept.
Hunting-Novice.
Scavenging-Novice.

Family: Mother-Dead? Father-Dead? Brother-Dead? Sister-Dead?

Miscellaneous: His gang is known as Death Knights.

Infectious: Zone B Archives

So, is my guy accepted or not?

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

I'm here I'm just waiting for something to happen. Bit like my sex life

Infectious: Zone B Archives

@SilentWriter83 huzzah, i got a golf clap