Jubiltown
Being a place that no one finds on purpose, Jubiltown is surprisingly populated. It's denizens are made up mostly of pirates that couldn't find it in them to leave the constant perfect weather. If it wasn't the year round daylight that convinced most to stay, it was most assuredly the daily festivities. For those who happened upon this odd place, they soon found out there was an infinite affinity for partying. Booze and food were never in short supply, and the Jubil Pirates made sure of that. That's not to say the town wasn't equipped to offer necessities for those who did have the will to leave. Numerous shops littered the town to help restock both pirates and marines. It was a fair place with two simple rules. The first rule was that anyone wishing to stay permanently, must take part in the everyday festivities. Jubil, of the Jubil Pirates and the King of Jubiltown, demanded this. The second rule, which was even more important to the King, was any conflict to be had, would be settled in the arena on the main deck of the Jubil Pirates Ship. Being that drunk pirates and marines were an everyday occurrence, conflict was plentiful. After all, what's a party without some brawling, which was a main event of today.
King Jubil sat upon his wooden throne at the edge of the main decks arena. From there, he could see the entire island of Jubiltown. In a large ring around the giant ship, it looked as if one side of the crescent shaped land mirrored to the other side. Immediately surrounding the ship were other smaller vessels collected from other pirate clans who willingly joined the Jubils. They were all connected by bridges and turned into various shops for citizens of Jubiltown and travelers. Among these ships is where most of the partying took place. Living quarters were reserved for the mainland, but that also was not without good times. Most of the homes there were built from scrapped ships needed to house newcomers, and with Jubiltown always growing, there was always need for more wood. Beyond the ring of the mainland, Ships of both pirate and marine variety remained docked until their crews were ready to depart. These ships were protected under King Jubil, for it was not his wish to control the dreams of others, but to encourage them. Life was simple in Jubiltown, and because it could not be found with any log pose or even the most skilled cartographer, this would never change. Jubiletown, an accidental final destination for some, is also a fine place to begin a journey to other unknown destinations for others. For Klank, who has been a temporary denizen, it would be a place to restart after losing most of his crew, Captain included, after finally passing the Red Line into the New World. Today, he walked the faded brick roads of the Mainland.
People were perched at the many shops along the road, attention focused wholly on the Den Den Mushi mimicking what the arena's announcer was screaming. Today's big brawl was between The Jackal Pirates and the Captain of The Golden-haired Pirates. From what Klank could remember the night before, The Jackal crew, in a drunken stupor, were ragging on the Captain for thinking his good looks were enough to get him and his crew of Golden-haired pirates to the end of the grand line. Words were thrown and before it could be taken further, A Jubil pirate jumped in and reminded them of the rules.
"I can't believe it," the announcer yelled. The communicator snail seemed to also mimic the over-exaggerated look. "The Captain of the Golden-Haired Pirates is all alone. His crew is standing outside the arena just cheering him on." The party-goers gasped and roared. Each of them thought the man was crazy going it alone, sure he would get pummeled. Bets were taking place, in favor to the Jackals. Klank walked to the closest shop and placed his bet on the lone Captain. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing folks," the announcer shouted in excitement. Gold-hair is just walking up to the Jackals. The Jackals are surrounding him. Why would he put himself in the middle of all that muscle." The announcer was becoming more energetic.
"Any man willing to take on a whole crew alone," Klank said as he slammed his coin on the counter, "Is hiding something. One-hundred to one odds. My money is on Gold-Hair." Klank received baffled looks.
The announcer continued on, "Here we go folks, The Jackals are closing in. Gold-hair takes up a stance, he doesn't look worried in the slightest. By the All Blue is it possible he could win this?" The snail was jumping up and down as the announcer yelled. "In go three of the jackals. Can the lone Captain take them down? OOHHH down goes Gold-hair with a swift knee to that pretty little jaw of his. In go the rest of the jackals. It's just a wild dog-pile on Gold-hair, folks. No Jackal is going down. Uh oh, They are backing off of him now. None of them seem winded. They are staring at him now. I can see Gold-hair. He's just laying there. He's not moving folks, he can't even get up. I think..." The announcer paused for a moment of silence. "I think its over."
"Well," Klank chuckled out as he slid his money back into his hand. "That wasn't in writing, right?"
His quick departure from the shops counter sent the people in an uproar. They chased Klank through the streets. It didn't take him long to lose the mob, but he would have to head for the other side of the island to avoid those particular people. He would make his way back later in the day when he was ready to depart. Klank had been in Jubiltown for a few weeks with no luck of finding a new crew. So he would set out in search of one elsewhere. His new ship, a decent size and with no flag, took those few weeks but it was ready to sail. First things first, though, Klank would meet with King Jubil to collect his pay. During his stay, Klank duplicated an absurd amount of material for the King. Jubiltown was growing and Klank knows an opportunity to make money when he sees one, as long as betting is not involved.
A few hours later, Klank was standing before King Jubil. "I wish I could convince you to stay, Mr. Klank," Jubil said. "Your devil fruit powers have come in quite handy in such a short time. However, I do understand your dream and wouldn't dare stand in front of that." The King approached, a large sack in hand. Klank took and shook the bag to hear the jingle of metal on metal.
"It's the only dream for me, King Jubil," Klank said with confidence. "Find the strongest, lightest material and build the biggest ship this world has ever seen. After that, I wish to maintain and protect that ship with a crew that wants to sail it to the end of the world." Klank bowed his head and pulled a cigarette from the strap of his goggles. As he lit it, he had one last question for the King. "I don't suppose you know anyone willing to leave this here paradise of yours? I could use someone who can cook. I'd rather not eat burnt food on the open sea."
"For all you've done, I'll look around and have them sent to your ship with some supplies."
"I'd appreciate that, thank you." Klank turned to leave the main deck of the Jubil Pirates Ship when he saw the Golden-haired Captain standing among his crew. He was unscathed from the beating he took, both physically and mentally. He shouted out to Jubil as he walked away. "I still have some things to take care of on the mainland, so there is still some time. Thanks Again, King Jubil." And with that, Klank was off to buy necessities for his travels and make one last attempt at finding some people to build a new crew. He had even put a large sign on his ship that said 'Looking for crew. Setting sail within the week.' That was, if Klank kept track of time, five days ago.
