Axel Bauer, strongman, peaceman, relaxman
A large muscled man muttered to himself, in his usual thick accent, as he leaned upon the railing of a fine merchant vessel. He was lucky to have caught a ride with the group as he was scheduled to preform at their destination. The island of Frux, a quaint little place that masks their big happenings below. For the annual fruit bounty festival, a grand event that drew people the world over, takes place here. There is almost too much to choose from during the festivities, hell you could get even the most exotic of Grand Line fruits around this time. Of course, this draws another type of fruit to the market in a much more sinister sense.
Lucky indeed the man was, for the seas had become less calm as time went on. A storm is brewing perhaps, and it certainly wouldn't have been wise to row all the way out here all on his own. Plus the company of merchant sailors and other hitchhikers is always lovely. Even upon the ocean of a coming storm, the waters had calmed this mustachioed entertainer. Ever since he had escaped from what was left of his plague ridden country, the ocean had always drawn out the anxiety and nervousness within him. Those years upon the circus ship were truly his happiest.
But this does not mean the man cannot have happier years ahead, besides he still feels great joy and takes immense pride in the performance of his strongman act. Whether it be great feats of strength to the daring do of audience challenges, there was something even more than the adulation of the act. Perhaps it amiable familiarity that his audience grew with him. No, it must have been the feeling that he experienced during the first performance of the circus that he saw as a child, the hope for the future that it instilled within him, the betterment of troubles once had, the pure and raw power of. . .
"LAAAAAAAAND HOOOOOOO!"The piercing bellow of the ships navigator shook the muscled man from his deep thought. Had so much time passed already? And just as it was said, the quaint wooded isle of Frux sat just upon the horizon. The large marine encampment prominently stuck up, rising above the rest of the harbor town below. With a short sigh the strongman gather up his pack and readied himself for departure, and the many other passengers did much of the same.
Finally as the gangplank lowered upon the docks those aboard began to disembark. With another thanks to the captain of the vessel the foreign man strided onto land. The smell of the sea still fresh in his nostrils, and the hustle and bustle just before the festivals coming,
"Alright Axel, what to do today? Some sightseeing?" He spoke to himself as he tends to do, enjoying the relative peacefulness upon the isle of Frux. Perhaps he would find a nice meal for his rumbling stomach, maybe he'd enjoy a nice walk in the woods, or possibly even. . .
"GET OUTTA MY WAY! THAT BIG MUSHY MEAL-TICKET IS ALL MINE!!"Again that solemn mountain of thought was stricken back to reality as he spots an impossibly odd pile of goo slinking off with a young child in tow. And just behind them, a scurvy group of furious sea dogs. Never a dull moment that he can relax in it seems.
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