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The Voyages of The Calypso

Dirisgene

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a part of The Voyages of The Calypso, by DatFishMunkie.

Where it all begins, the journey of a century for all who board the Calypso.

DatFishMunkie holds sovereignty over Dirisgene, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/one_piece

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The Island of Dirisgene is an island is made up of a few farms dotted along it's coasts, and also happens to be where Neggy grew up. It harbors a tavern, a diner, a junk shop, a dojo, a marina, and of course a small Marine Corp Outpost. The farmlands mostly grow poppy, and the fish around the island are usually small.
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Where it all begins, the journey of a century for all who board the Calypso.

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Dirisgene is a part of The World of One Piece (And the Calypso).

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The feint wisping of the ocean breeze caught his hair causing it to flow for a short few seconds, Nicholas gazed out into the blue-green sea that seemingly glittered against the sun's light. Seated on the edge of a dock, with his feet dangling freely over the side; humming a light tune as he took in the view. “So...” He breathed, leaning back and glancing up at the sky dotted by an array of cleverly shaped clouds, “Almost time to go, yeah?” He added after his pause. The blond haired young man donned a peculiar expression, “Why do the Marines have to ruin all my fun?” Nicholas gripes, “I swear if I didn't have a mind I'd knock their heads together right now. Trying to prevent me from setting sail! Pah. As if I'd wait any longer, first chance I get I'm ditching this rock.” He proclaimed, “Nineteen years. I've waited for this time to come for nineteen long ass years. I can't wait any longer.” His expression changed multiple times as he conversed with himself, “What if someone else gets One Piece? Then I'll have waited for nothin'. What if I die as an old man on this blasted, glorified patch of grass? I'd rather die out there, than here. Nothing fun about growing old.” Nick deflates onto his back, lessening the strain required to admire the more vast light blue sky. “I'm so...Booooooooo-Hungry!” He launches off his rear, and straight to his feet with little more than a push off the ground. “Maaaaarliiiiieeee! FOOOOD!” He bellows as he sets off towards the marina, which also served as a diner for hungry sailors. Just who was he calling out for? Bursting through the saloon-like doors with tenacity, only to stumble and a rumble through a round table. That apparently had someones lunch on it. Barreling not only through said furniture, but straight to the ground. With little to no sign of harm, or surprise Neggy gets back to his feet, and peers around, “Marlie! Where are you?!” He scrunched his nose, and crossed his arms, waiting for the one dubbed 'Marlie' as one could imagine steam billowing from the young man's nostrils.

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Marlie had been on break for about 10 minutes when she heard the shrill cry of her name coming from the docks. Know exactly what was coming she slide into the steamy cramped kitchen that she spent most of her time in. "Master Neggy is coming?" her grandfather smirked at the exhausted expression on her face. Marlie groaned in response and maneuvered to the stove that had a bubbling pot of stew on it's burner. She had grown up in this kitchen. After her parents had been killed in a pirate raid of her old home when she was 5, she had lived with her loving grandfather. And for just about as long, she had gotten used to Neggy's never ending appetite. Pushing through the door with a bowl of stew, a fresh made bun and a bottle of beer she casually slide it onto the counter. "Over here Negghead!" she jokingly called to the flustered man near the entrance. "Aw come on!" she hushed under her breath at the sight of the mess her old friend had made. She was used to his klutziness but this was a larger mess than usual. Grabbing a mop, Marlie glanced at the bumbling goof in front of her. "So what's on the schedule for today?" she asked "Overthrowing the mayor? Robbing the junk shop? Oh I know! Let's murder those idiots who keep breaking my tables...Do you have any idea who that might be?" she mocked Neggy. "But seriously...What's the plan for today?" she chuckled, leaning on the handle of her trusty cleaning tool.

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Zasha looked down at her cards, one lip curling up. Her hair covered one side of her face unless she pushed it out of the way or put it up, and she usually didn't bother when she wasn't sailing. Long hair became a chore with high winds. Hmm. She looked around the table at her opponents, sizing them up. Unfortunately her particular Haki wasn't any good for games like this, but as a woman she had other... weapons, when she cared to use them. There was a reason she liked to play poker with men.

The man on her right had an obvious tell, as did the old man in the corner. The others, given the odds of cards dealt and what they'd asked for, couldn't be holding anything that could threaten her own hand, save for the man across from her. Mal was handsome, but arrogant, albeit for good reason. He was captain of his own ship, after all, and had started to build his own reputation as a pirate with great skills. She couldn't read his expression, not entirely, but there had been a few nights some time ago where she got to know him fairly well, so based upon that, she knew what her move would be.

She took a long drink of her whisky, and put it down, leaning flirtatiously forward on the table."Check."

Everyone threw their cards down, save Mal and Zasha. He looked at her, raising one black eyebrow pierced with a small gold hoop. "Zasha, darlin', you think you can beat me?"

"Mal, I already have," she replied with a small smile.

He presented his cards. "Full house. Guess you'll be repaying our little private debt now, won't you?" A wide smile flashed white teeth in his tanned face. "I know you don't welsh on a bet."

The coins and jewelry in the center of the table was a nice little prize, but Mal knew her well enough to know that those things didn't matter much to her, so he'd written something rather interesting on a small piece of paper and slid it across the table at the beginning of the game. She'd grinned widely and returned the favor with a private bet of her own, one that set him aback, but he agreed to it. He was too much of a pirate not to, and that's what made it so fun.

She fanned out her cards on the table, smirking at him. "Looks like you'll be the one paying up this time."

He scowled, briefly, but his fondness for her changed that quickly into a grin despite his reluctance. "Indeed I will."

She took his IOU and put it in a pocket, perfunctorily pushing the rest of the winnings into a small satchel at her belt. "See you around, boys."

Most didn't respond, but Mal gave her an ironic salute. As fun as it would be to make him pay up immediately, there was something about anticipation that would make it all the better. Besides, she was in between ships at the moment and gaining a position was more important than Mal's admittedly numerous charms. The best places for that sort of thing was the taverns and shipyards, but there were so many it would have to be a leisurely wander, and she'd have to do most of it sober. How unfortunate.

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Marcus sat in the chair, in the small tavern, on a glorified patch of grass, staring at his now empty glass. He called the waitress and ordered another glass of beer. He could feel the drink taking affect. He lifted his eyes to see some blundering ass hole barge in and call his waitress over and stealing his attention. He got up and began to walk out when the owner called him out. "Oie, you, with the jacket, you didn't pay for your drinks!" he walked out further into the day and yelled back "Piss off, i just retried, haven't got my pension yet, il pay ya when i get my benefits from the marines!" This was a lie, he had spe--- drank his cash away as soon as he had gotten out.


He walked back to the marine just in time to see his feet come out from under him and land in a small boat, knocking his head against the side railing, knocking him out cold.

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“I thought I told you? Didn't I? Well if you've forgotten, which you shouldn't have, I'll remind you...We're setting sail in about two hours. I've made up my mind, we're getting the jolly roger stitched, and going abroad!” Despite a little shock that might have followed he slips passed her, and takes a seat at the counter, digging into the bowl of stew, dipping the bun in it, and chugging the beer; it was gone in less than a minute.

“I'll give you time to prepare, get all the meat, the clothes, the whatever! Meet me at the tavern, we're gonna rally us a crew fit for a future Pirate King.” He throws his arms in the air, “Old man! Let us have the meat you have stocked in the back so she can cook for our crew. Also! She's going to be our doctor, so give her as many bandage rolls you can!” He was adamant about the whole situation, and without letting Marlie reply he stands. He swiftly makes his way to the saloon doors, “From now on, Marlie, you'll call me Captain Neggy!” With that he was off, if they took a gander outside they'd see his figure dashing for land, and disappearing behind town homes.

His feet kicked up loose dirt, creating a series of plumes in his wake. “Today’s the day, today’s the day, today’s the day.” He chants over, and over without fail. His feet carry him with determination, his eyes fixed on the horizon; he was going to start living the life of a Pirate in just a little while. First things first, a crew; he needed a crew. What better place to look than the tavern? Despite the Marine presence they didn't much mind the sign of the jolly roger as long as the peace of the village wasn't disturbed. Neggy cared little for that, he'd fight anyone if they got in his way. Nearing the tavern, and unceremoniously getting ready to do the same here as he did at the Marina he puffs out his chest, puts on his best 'serious' expression, and forces his way through the door despite not really having to do so.

The result of this resulted in the door's top hinges being separated from the door itself, Neggy stood in the doorway, studying the door; he had lost every thing he gained due to the previous preparation, “Oops. Did I...Um. Did I do that?” All of a sudden a voice erupted from the bar, “Neggy! You dumbass, freeloading, thieving, conniving brat! NINETEEN?! If there were a single ounce of truth to your age, I think God himself would realize the world of pirates were doomed!” Nicholas rubbed his head, appearing to be sincerely embarrassed, “My bad, Geezer.” The man that had bellowed at him was a barrel-chested, broad-shouldered old man; to whom Neggy called geezer, but he gave all old folk nicknames relevant to such.

“You better be sorry, ya no good punk, cause you're replacing them hinges with your own beri. I think two thousand will cover the damages.” The old man nods his head in agreement, Neggy showing the first signs of anger towards his own folly due to this, “Bullshit! Ya old washed up fisherman! Two thousand for a hinge! OH what you gonna by out your own stock with the rest of it ya drunk?!” Just then the old man began to snort and whoop a laugh unlike any other. “Oh you young fool! I'm only kidding! I'll have Beg fix the door, now what're ya here for, dipshit?”

Neggy scrunches his nose at the misleading cruelty, and simply goes about his business, “Right. It doesn't involve you, so buttout.” He ignores murmurs for the time being, and glances around; after his search was finished he easily hopped from the floor to a nearby tabletop without much effort, “OI! All glory seeking pirates, moneyless bounty hunters, ex-marines, cropless farmers, bankrupt business owners; HEAR ME! The world's greatest ship is about to set sail, and it's going to be Captained by none other than ME! The soon ta be most notorious, revered, strongest Pirate King there's ever been! I'll be stronger than Gold Roger himself! If you don't want to be left here to rot like a bag of tomatoes I suggest you partner up with me! Adventure, glory, wealth, fame, POWER, women, action! All of it will come to my ship like moths to a flame! I, Captain Neggy, will only accept those willing to fight to the end for nothing, but the sake of a great voyage! Whether my dream is complete, or not I wish to achieve it alongside comrades! This is a limited time offer, so any who voice up now will get a reserved seat aboard my ship...”

He pauses for a moment, looks among the many who drank up their sorrows, played card games, or just wallowed in their own self-pity. Until he came to one person, a woman; one he hadn't seen before, “YOU!” He points at her, as if she had done something wrong, “You're gonna be my first mate!”

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Zasha turned around, surprised. She hadn't taken much notice of the boy who'd leapt upon a table, you got crazies all the time who wanted to be the new Pirate King. "Captain Neggy"? Who was that? Must not be anyone important, else she would have heard about him before. She looked at Mal, who shrugged. Might as well see what this was about then, her curiousity--and the fact that she was still a bit too tipsy to do any actual talks with real Captains--wouldn't let her pass this by.

Besides, these were pirates. She couldn't turn down a challenge, even a ridiculous one. She walked up to the so-called Captain and spoke firmly but softly, "I'm a good choice for a first mate, but are you a good choice as a Captain? You must have a ship, but I need to know a little more than your own bravado if I'm to sign aboard with you." That kind of bluntness could get her keelhauled aboard, but on land the rules were looser, especially since he wasn't her captain.

He seemed a bit over the top, and not exactly the kind of established, well-known Captain she'd hoped to find for her next position as she worked her way up the ranks, but First Mate was nothing to sneeze at, and well-known Captains already had First Mates with decades more experience than she. But, was this Captain one she wouldn't want to mutiny after a week at sea? That was the important thing she needed to know before this went any further.

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Neggy replied with a blank gaze, he stamped the side of the table facing her so it would capsize forward just a foot away from colliding with her; he however prevents any wrong from happening by landing on the opposite edge which was now up in the air. His rear plopped on it, to show that he was now in a sitting position. His face closer to her than the table. There was a long drawn out pause, but finally another movement, he glanced around momentarily. As if for dramatic affect he finally answers:

“Easy. Cause no one else here could be your Captain. On the open seas the Captain has to be the strongest aboard a vessel in order to protect those who agreed to support him as a crew.”

That was all he said, and he showed confidence, nor doubt in whether he cared for her choice. His stare was just as blank as when he started, all determination seemed void, although a theoretical aura emanated from him; a person who might be able to delve deep into an expression would see his sincerity in words. That he truly believes that he is the strongest in the room currently. If she were to study what he said, she'd take note of a certain comment.

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Written by both WendyDarling and DatFishMunkie; short lead up to a complete spar.


More bravado. But perhaps she was being overly critical--the whisky helped there--because most if not all captains had their own fair share of confidence. It was a necessary part of being a Pirate Captain, the show. The dare. The absolute "only a crazy bugger would do this so I'm going to do it" attitude that gave people places in history. She knew she was strong, and her Haki told her that he had his own strengths, but was that just an illusion caused by his Haki or if, like many Pirate Captains, he'd eaten a Devil's Fruit?

"Prove it," she said, all business as she stood looking at him, but still speaking softly. This didn't need to be a big display, especially if she ended up joining his crew. "There's a little space out back where they used to have an area for outdoor games, it's just sand now. Spar with me, show me that you've got the iron in you to lead a crew to greatness, and I'll be your First Mate. I've got to warn you, though, once you have my loyalty, I keep it until you break faith. So I hope for your sake you intend to follow the Code."
“Well, it'll be my first time being a Captain with a First Mate. Alright, I'll accept a little sparring action.” He smirks, his blankness breaking as in his eyes appears a burning flame of conviction, “But just because you're a girl I won't go easy on you. When I fight, I fight for real; even if you're my soon to be crew member.”


He brings his hand to the back of his head, “Alright, alright. Let's get crackin' yeah?” He hops off of the table, almost bumping into her before zipping passed her and towards the door, “So, when I win, you'll be my First Mate. Be prepared, I tend to go places others fear, I tend to go where that guy would have nightmares about just looking at through a spyglass.” He nudges his head towards Mal, “Fighting unkillable beasts, besting undisputed pirate legends, outsmarting Marine Admirals, and stopping the best bounty hunters from taking our soon-to-be high priced bounties.”


With that he paused once more, “You may wish to test my skills, but if you prove to be less than what my eyes are showing me... I won't take you as my First Mate. You'll be stuck here on this rock, while I become Pirate King.” That was that, he disappears out the back door, and waits in the sandy clearing she described, he in earnest had no clue this was here. Despite the obvious wait, he did so patiently; however eager he might be, he knows as a Captain regardless of inexperience, a potentially strong crew mate when he spots one. He won't pass this up, and is determined not to lose the spar that would soon go underway.


She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his speech. If she beat him soundly, or she didn't end up crewing with him, she would come back to tell Mal all about the crazy boy who thought he was such a big deal. But until he proved himself, best to stay quiet. A First Mate had their Captain's back, after all, and she didn't want to start out on the wrong foot.


Zasha followed him outside, pausing on the sand. "What's it to be, then? Swords, or fists?"


"Fists." He said plainly, he took something out of his right pocket, a cloth of some sorts; he raised it to his forehead and slowly wrapped it around his cranium. He folded a bit of it over his hair as well to cover it. When he was finished tying a knot in the back she'd most likely notice a jolly roger insignia; personalized to fit him, a wide smirk, and remnants of blonde hair as a gag. "Ready when you are. Do you prefer a gentleman who'd let the lady hit first, or can I just go all out? Like I said, I won't go easy."


He pauses, waiting for a response; he believed himself to be one of the few people who can seem serious, yet keep a nonchalant demeanor at the same time.


Zasha tied her own hair back quickly and efficiently. Her swords she had to unstrap from her back but her guns she left where they were. If he proved a coward, she might need the extra edge. 


"Don't worry," she said, smirking as she took up a stance. "I'm a big ol' five, I love to initiate." Too flirty for a potential captain, but it was all too much in the air at the moment for her to care. 


From her position she took a few fast steps forward, and, using her momentum, turned herself around and went for a fast kick to his groin and then his head. Best to get the basics out of the way.


Neggy didn't seem surprised from the first attack, he simply constricted his knee lifted it and caught the kick on his shin; the second however shocked him quite a bit. Nevertheless she just might find why he claimed to be the strongest in the tavern a few moments ago. Instead of attempting to block he just stood there, without a doubt she connected, but it would most likely feel as though she had just kicked a steel girter. He grins, his left hand shooting up at an attempt to catch her leg, and hold it against his head.


Zasha whipped her foot back. Thankfully she'd noticed the blackness of his skin, the obvious marker of his Busoshoku Haki, and had only tapped him before quickly withdrawing her leg and returning to a fighting stance. Then her assumptions had not been off about him, he was at least committed enough to master Haki. If this were a real fight, she would try to wait him out until his concentration and energy had failed enough that his shields would drop, but this was only a test.


Still, she didn't want to give a poor showing, so she concentrated on her own Haki, her Kenbunshoku. Hopefully it would give her enough of an edge to dodge his attacks and, perhaps, find a weak spot.


He sighed, unfortunate that he wasn't fast enough, alas it didn't burden his thoughts long; soon enough he formulated his own attack, and underwent a certain change in order to do so. His grin disappearing, and his demeanor changing with it; he had finally become more serious. He spontaneously bursted into a brief sprint that ended in him being just four feet away from his opponent; Neggy drops to the ground planting his left hand on the ground and with as much force as he could bring out sweeps towards her own legs with his right shin.


Zasha just managed to jump in time because her Haki had warned her, but his sweep clipped one of her feet slightly. It wasn't hurt much, but it would bruise, and it meant that she would have to change her stance. Concentrating, she switched legs and came at him with her opposite leg, following that up with a one-two punch to his solar plexus. If she was doing it right, her Haki might let her hit him through his barrier, just slightly, enough to let him know she meant business.


As her last punch connected, she had a thought. If he did take her on as First Mate, perhaps he would spar with her on a regular basis, and in so doing, help her learn how to punch through the protection offered by his form of Haki. It would take a lot of training, but she'd always wanted to learn. 


In the midst of her recovery, and new attempted attack he was still on the ground from his sweep; he felt the clip, but didn't make an attempt to become overconfident. As she came at him again he stomped his right toe on the ground, and from the added momentum of the attempted kick he pushes off of the ground into a lateral handstand. As a result his left heel bounces the kick away, but he still ends up in an awkward position, unable to block the one-two combo punches.


He hadn't the time to harden his solar plexus in order to properly defend himself, he couldn't even tense up his muscles to lessen the damage. He was sent off of his hands, and barreling away from her. He rolled once, but flopped back up to his knees; without hesitation he focused his ability to harden to his heels, and out of the blue kicked off the ground with both toes.


Despite the height difference due to his stance, and the distance between them he still cleared both; he was at least six feet in the air, not only that, but he was also in mid flip at the highest point of his leap. As he came back down he'd axe straight towards the ground; aiming for any topside bodypart he could, whether it was an arm, her shoulder, her head it didn't matter.


The kick surprised her, but his leap gave her enough time to estimate where he was aiming and just barely enough time to skitter out of the way so, while she didn't get hit by his heels, she did fall from the rest of the blow.


Kicking out, she used her superior height to attempt to wrestle herself on top of him in the sand, her hand at his throat. Panting slightly, she asked, "Had enough yet?"


Even though he hadn't connected, he couldn't stop his attack it carried too much momentum. His heel crashed into the ground, creating a very small rupture beneath the sand; this break in the earth could be noticeable by seeing the sand pouring somewhere. It wasn't that deep of a tear, but it still took a lot of strength to pull off. He wasn't even using more then seventy percent of his strength.


Her hand on his throat caught him off guard, but as soon as he hit the ground he hardened the skin she had clutched to prevent his trachea from being crushed. "Enough? Oh please..." In this position he simply smiled right up at her, in a sort of 'gotcha' look. He craned his head forward to close his chin over her hand, it might very well be a vice grip in this situation. At the very same time he shot his hand around hoping to successfully grab ahold of her thigh; if his attempt was fruitful he would kick his left heel of the ground and roll backwards with her to put him into a dominant 'full mount position'.


Score! He found himself in a dominant position, he sat atop her crossed his arms, and released her hand from his chin-neck grasp. "Well, did I win, or maybe you want to see if that other guy can even come close?"


"He can, when he chooses, but he's not my Captain." It was a slight exaggeration. True, Mal was an excellent fighter, but he was better with swords than hand-to-hand, her own personal favorite way of fighting. He had his own Haki, but it was of her type, not this one's, so fighting him was a completely different thing than fighting this man. Sand in her hair was not the best feeling, but on the bright side, she had found out that this Captain Neggy person was at least half as tough as he said he was, and certainly could end up being a halfway decent pirate. She refused to give him any more credit than that.


"If you'll let me up," she said with a wry smile, "I'll shake your hand and join your crew. This is hardly the best position for it."


He chuckles again, "You're fun. I'm gonna need fun on my ship. You'll get to meet our doctor and cook, Marlie. Although, that ship you mentioned. It's a ship yeah, but...Well...You'll have to see it to believe it." He stood up, dusted himself off, and offered her a hand; not really caring whether she'd accept his attempt at being a gentleman, "You know business partners end up in that position alot, I mean you could see it between mayors and other mayors' wives; it's really a hilarious thing. Anyways, I haven't introduced myself directly."


He pauses for a few moments, and once she's up he lays it on her, "I'm Nicholas Neggy. I grew up on this godforsaken rock. You're right, I'm inexperienced as a Captain, but I believe I have conviction. You noticed my Devil Fruit power too. When I was six I think I ate one. Don't know the name, but I can do more than what I did here. Now as your Captain, I will accept the picking because of the whole devil fruit thing. No I can't swim, that's why I need a crew so they can save my ass when I get dunked. I'm sure you know what water does to me. Just sea water though."


Zasha took his hand and allowed him to help her up. She dusted herself off as well and offered her hand. "I'm Zasha. I've never felt the urge to mess with Devil's Fruit and I'm a great swimmer. It would be embarassing if I let my Captain drown as First Mate, unless it was on purpose." She shrugged. "But like I said, so long as you keep to the Code, that shouldn't be an issue. I don't believe in mutiny unless that's the only way to keep the crew alive."


She looked around, thankful no one--especially Mal--had been there to see her knocked on her butt. That would just be embarassing. "I'm certainly willing to try this again on board so I can practice my skills, so long as we're not doing anything... too damaging." She was his First Mate now, so she bit her tongue on the observation that doing anything like that heel hit on board might be detrimental if they were on their own ship. Time to be a professional. "I'll get my pack, and meet you on board, if I may, Captain."


He smiled at that, she was a good Pirate; just because he noticed something more than an attractive woman didn't mean it was just the Haki she possessed, it was her spirit. "I will die before my crew members. You're swearing to me as I am to you. I vow to become Pirate King, not for the sake of the throne it brings along with it, but the fact that it would prove how strong I know my judgement is. Zasha, you can tell them it was a tie if you wish. And as to sparring. I can show you how to damage a person wearing armor." He smirks a bit, "But you'll have to forgive me if we end up in that 'position' again. It's all for the sake of training, ya know?"


He almost laughed at his own humor, but he raised his hand and gave a two finger salute-wave to the woman, "Right, First Mate Zasha. We'll meet up at the docks, then I'll introduce you not only to the other crew member, but our vessel as well; The Calypso." With that she granted her leave, and did so as well; parting with his newest crew mate. "Score!" He shouts to himself, ready to finally rid himself of his boring village for a while. Hopefully a long while.

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Marcus sat up with a slight groan, finding him self in a small row boat. He leaned back and fished his back of cigarettes out and found his book of matches in the same pocket. He brought the roll of paper to his lips, struck the match on the rail of the row boat, and lit his little death stick. He sighed at him self, Oh what you have to done to your self Marcus. He felt his eyes go heavy when he heard a loud thud coming from the town. He leaned back and fell asleep, only slightly snoring.



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Marlie had known exactly what Neggy had planned for that day....She had just hoped that he wasn't serious. Her grandfather was getting old and frail. The thought of leaving him alone to go on an adventure seemed too selfish for her. Glancing back at the kitchen she smiled at the sight of him happily chopping herbs for his latMarlie had known exactly what Neggy had planned for that day....She had just hoped that he wasn't serious. Her grandfather was getting old and frail. The thought of leaving him alone to go on an adventure seemed too selfish for her. Glancing back at the kitchen she smiled at the sight of him happily chopping herbs for his latest mixture. "He'll be fine" she told herself steadily. She ran up the stairs to the living quarters above the diner to pack her things. Her medical supplies were primitive to say the least but she packed them anyways. All of the ointments and medicines soon followed them into her musty old knapsack. "Hey Gramps! I need the food for the trip!" Marlie chimed as she hopped into the kitchen. "It's in the duffle bag...." her grand-dad said dryly. He wasn't up for Marlie leaving either, but he knew that she wouldn't stay in this boring old town forever. With one last look Marlie glanced around the kitchen, reminiscing about all the amazing times she had had. Hugging her grandfather, she snuck out the back door, jolly roger draped overtop of her bags.

As she approached the old rickety dock that Neggy had told her to meet him at, she immediately regretted her decision. All of the boats were old barges, aside from the few rowboats covered in barnacles that looked like they hadn't moved in ages. Placing down her things on the most stable part of the float, she wandered through the maze of ropes and bird droppings, contemplating what was about to happen. This was a big step for her. She was way too young to be doing this, but then again, the best pirates start off young.
Between the groans of the dock, calls of seagulls and splashing of the ocean she heard a faint snore. Looking around she couldn't see where it was coming from. Then suddenly she caught glimpse of a wisp of smoke. She plopped herself down on the edge of the dock so that her short legs just skimmed the water. "Ummm Sir...." she whispered to the scruffy looking man who was lying in a small rowboat. "Do you by any chance know which of these......vessels.... is the Calypso?" Marlie was greeted with a loud, throaty snore. "Sir....You should probably wake up......your cigarette is burning a hole in your blazer..."

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Marcus woke to two things, first, was his cig burning a hole through his shirt "Shit!" was what he yelled, rather loudly as he brushed off the burning ember off of himself. The second thing was a girl walking away from him. It wasn't the fact that she was an albino, or that she looked way to young to be here in marina. It was the fact that she had tribal markings. He recognized them as soon as he saw them and regretted even remembering what part of his life was tied to them.


Memories flashed across his eyes....Him....stalking some one.......setting up his rifle....taking a shot....hearing the cry of a child...... He began to fallow the girl, manly out of curiosity, to were she had went. Hell he thought, If she's this young and hanging around the marine, she might be apart of a crew, a crew means work, and work means cash.

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Zasha walked towards the marina, a pack slung over her shoulder. Now where was this ship? She couldn't see the Captain anywhere, and she didn't have the name of the ship, which was a horrible oversight on her part. She blamed the whisky, which had since worn off and led to a hangover which she'd taken something for in her rooms. Hopefully she found the Captain soon, or more of his crew. She didn't even know who else he'd hired, but it couldn't be too hard to find a crew like that who would follow a captain of that sort.

There were all sorts of people walking here and there, from all sorts of places. Most gave Zasha no more than a second glance. She was just yet another Skandian pirate, after all, even if the blue hair was a bit on the odd side. Ships, ships, ships. Where was hers? She wondered how long this particular trip would be. She'd had captains for anything from a few months to a little over a year, never for much longer. Granted, First Mates tended to have longer runs, but it wasn't as if she was stuck with any captain that she had strong objections to. There were always plenty of pirate ships, going on one adventure or another. This one just happened to be a broader scope, and who knew where it would take her? But she was more than ready for the adventure, and the risks that came with that. She had her own name to make, after all.

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Marcus was going through a crowd, a rather large one. He stumbled through, getting a bad look from a few, and those who saw his blade knew what he was, and they just scowled some more. Then a flash of blue caught his eye, and, mentally noting were the place of work for the albino, walked towards that flash of blue. Then he saw the wings. She, and it was a she, a rather attractive she, was an Shandian. Another memory flashed across his vision. This ones made as much sense as the last one. He fallowed her walk around. She had a pack, so he new she was going to a ship, maybe this would be more promising.

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In the distance they might be able to hear an accumulation of shouts, curses, and warnings; as time passed these noises grew louder until finally a voice rung out above them all, “Bluuuuuue!” The blonde haired buffoon bellowed behind his first mate, “Start kicking up splinters!” Mayhaps she took a gander over her shoulder, and discovered that on the heels of her new found Captain was the entire detachment of Marines that had been stationed upon the island. He almost didn't notice the man tracing her steps.

If the blue haired Piratess hadn't picked up her pace Neggy would easily overlap her, and make no attempt in spurring her on further. Another shout came from him, “Marliiiiiie! Brace yourself!” Without too much effort he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around his friend's waist and hoisted her upon his shoulders; he had no time to spare, he released Marlie, untied the tether which kept them leashed to the dock and looked at Zasha, “Quickly now!” The Marines were gaining, and would attack anyone who happened to be around the lad. Taking a second glance towards the docks, spotting the same man from before, "If you're coming too, don't dillydally! If you're not on this boat in the next twenty seconds you're gonna get left behind!"

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Marcus looked a bit confused, "Fuck it, hold your damn boat, im coming with you, asshole" He ran and jumped, missing the boat by about 3 feet, and having to swim after them. He climbed aboard and looked at the mismatched crew of misfits and spoke

"Marcus Taint, sniper, spotter, and dam fine swimmer, who the hell are you?"

He realized that all of the people he had found interesting were in this boat, the Shandian, the albino, and the blundering dumbass. This would be interesting.

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He fished for his cigarettes only to find they pack was empty, and soaked at that. He looked up his apparent new crew members
and asked "Any of you carry a pack on ya?" he held up his soaked pack of cigarettes for them to see, only to have it shot out his hand. "Son of a fucker" He unslung his rifle, flipped up the cover for the side mounted scope, slowed his heart beat...and waited until he saw the little gold numbers and letters that told him the variables, then fired. The shot found its mark, and the marine fell out of the tree.

He chambered a new round, and turned and looked at them all, "As I said, sniper".

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"Holy Crap!" was all that was running through Marlie's mind. Everything was moving so fast. She had just been casually weaving through the crowd when all of a sudden this happened. She was now a good 10 meters away from the dock in a wobbly little boat with her somewhat insane best friend, a random blue haired girl who looked like she could murder with a simple glare, and the man she had previously seen in the row boat, who was now wielding a gun. The shot echoed in her ears
Marlie recognized the man from before...He looked very familiar. She felt like she had seen him in the past, and the look in his eyes after he had shot his rifle sent shivers through her body.
"Neggy......I swear....." she stammered as she reached for her small, dull pocket knife "I can and will hurt you... and right now I am not feeling safe....." By now she had inched herself between the edge of the boat and the lovely captain.
The diner,sitting there on the shore, quaint as it always had been, looked so inviting. It was taking all of her will not to jump out of this boat of strangers and swim back to her warm and safe home.

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“You'll be safe Marlie, I promise. You won't fight, but we need a cook and someone to patch us up when we get into a tough spot; you're the only person for the job in my eyes.” After reassuring his friend he turns to the one who claimed to be a sniper, among other things. “You're lucky he wasn't killed, if that were the case we'd have the Marines on our ass in a worse way. I was trying to be discreet, but a Marine must'a heard me in the tavern.”

He stretches, looks towards the docks, then finally out to the open sea. He approaches the stern, and places his foot on the edge of the boat, “This is the Calypso, crew. But don't worry about it's appearance. Soon we'll ja- I mean borrow a boat from those Marines, and fix'er up with our roger.” He looked more determined than he's ever been, and that was saying something. He was so convicted, the passion burning his spirit as his life of boredom ceased, and his new era of adventure begun. First things first though, the ship he spoke of, he chose to explain his madness, “You haven't been here for long, but Marlie and I know of the ship that's docked near the Marine outpost here on the island.” He pauses, crossing his arms, “It isn't a battleship, or even close to a galleon, but with our small crew it'll be a right fit. The stupid guards are usually hammered around this time, and even if they aren't the ruckus we caused'll bring most of'em away from the outpost itself. It all equals chance!” He himself manned the first set of rows, “Hey, 'sniper'. Why don't you get the other pair?”

Regardless of whether or not he received assistance, he began to row both oars sequentially; once he believed they were far enough away he changed course to curve around the island. During this time the others would be free to converse among each other; he would most likely chime in at some point.

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Marcus slung his rifle and grabbed the other pair of ores and began to row with the blond. He looked at the albino and felt a chill, she was some one he had seen, but were....He then saw the look on her face and noted she was scared. "Sorry if I scared you there, it mainly was reaction to getting shot at....and the look in my eyes was my haki" He lifted up his sleeve to reveal the symbol he had tattooed over the black mark, a rose. "Also, I did hit him, but it wasn't fatal, so they wont be on our asses like they will be when the find out one of their best snipers, newly retired, has gone pirate". He kept rowing. "So, if we are going to hijack a marine vessel, how are we going to do it?"

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Zasha had already had time for second thoughts through fifth thoughts about this whole affair as she ran to the boat with them and jumped in. It was a little, who was she kidding, a lot more slipshod than she liked her jobs, but what could she do? She was committed now. And besides, she didn't blend well at all, and those Marines had gotten a really good look at her. Even though she hadn't taken a shot at them personally her crew had, and they would all go down together if it came to that.

Ignoring the nickname, as it was hardly the first time someone had used the obvious as a moniker, and at least it wasn't her crew, she nodded. "We have two options. Sneaky or blatant, but either way we'll have to be quick about it. We're outnumbered, and I'm sure there are plenty of other Marines that will back up their comrades if they catch wind of what we're doing." And now they were going into what could be a full fledged battle with people she didn't know and couldn't predict their abilities or their competencies, much less be able to use them strategically knowing their skills. Obviously the former marine was a sniper and a good one, that was an excellent asset, and Captain Neggy--perhaps she should just call him Captain Nicholas, Neggy just seemed so unimpressive, but better to broach that further down the line--was a skilled fighter at close quarters, as was she. The small doctor and cook, Marlie, apparently wasn't a fighter at all. An odd choice for a pirate ship, to be sure, but to each their own. It seemed as if the captain and the girl had a previous relationship, and all the better, it might keep him out of her hair when there was work to be done.

It was a small crew. Perhaps too small, but hard work might make up for it. Another one or two would make her feel a bit better, but she wasn't the captain. Taking a ship right away might actually turn out to be a good thing for them. With such a small group, they would need to form strong bonds to weather the perils of the high seas. Or at least a partial form of early loyalty to each other so no one got knifed in the early morning watch. She'd have to keep an eye out for the trouble spots.

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"Hell, give me 5 minutes and I could have all the guards taken care of..." they looked at him with a rather weird look. "I could use my knowledge and credentials, witch I prey are still accurate, and get them to reinforce the out post or something....Did you really think I would kill them?" he had stopped rowing and tilted his head "It would be a waste of good ammo, and these shells aint cheep to make." He kept up rowing and addressed the blond "So, what's the name of my new found business partner? and how much do I get payed?"

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Neggy raised a brow, going 'Huh?'. He goes about sighing, and mumbling to himself; his eyes peering up to the sky as he thought about that, “Well. Pay. Hm. I guess it'd just be whatever we plunder. I don't really care about treasure right now, but if we need money I think we can work for it somewhere.” He scrunched his nose, “Neggy. Nicholas Neggy, but even if you hadn't known my name; it's Captain now.” He shakes his head, “I don't want the easy way, that's boring as hell. If you wanna get in the middle of the action all you had ta do was ask.” He took the former marine's offer the wrong way, “Then it's settled. We three will throw all the guards overboard, and steal the ship. Planning done, now let's get on with it already!” The Captain did appear serious.

Whether his crew noticed, or not they were dangerously close to the port side of the boat, “Ready ya selves, lads and ladies; for we're takin' this clipper here for ourselves!” He labeled the ship, just before dropping the oars and standing up. “Off I go~” He breathes, crouching down taking a deep breathe and finally shooting upwards; aided by the hardening in his ankles, and calves to lessen the strain to leap at such a high vertical height. He was able to get fingers upon the railing of the portside of the ship, “And I have arrived...” Neggy hoists himself upon it, taking another crouching position once his feet came to balance him on the balustrades. While they noticed him, he counted eight Marines, all armed with short arming swords. Sharp and nothing to laugh at, but nonetheless the Captain felt it wouldn't be nice to hog all the fun for himself. “Oi, you few best know the consequences ye face by standing on this here vessel...MY vessel!” They just looked at him, one even began to snicker. Despite his irritation, Neggy awaited his attack force's arrival.

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Boring as ... hell. She was going to have her hands full keeping this one alive to become Pirate King, Zasha inwardly grumbled as they rowed towards the big ship. Strategically this was a mistake, even if would mean for a great fight. True, he was good enough, but there was always times when someone ended up being a bigger threat than expected, or too many average fighters overwhelmed a superior one. Granted, Marines weren't much of a threat, usually, especially since none of their more famous members were around.

She hoisted herself up to the ship behind the captain, taking up a position at his back. The Marines were armed with swords, so she unsheathed hers as well. Fair play, and all that. He seemed to be waiting for them to attack first so she followed his lead. She concentrated her Haki, focusing on the men. Eight might not be too difficult, but best to be prepared. The glint of her swords flashed under the bright sun as she waited for their attack. The captain was their direct threat so they'd probably go after him, leaving her free to pick off those in the back. She'd just have to stay out of the way of their sniper, if he chose to get involved. He seemed good enough to avoid his own crew when aiming at the enemy, but things always got messy in close quarters.

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Ruffling through her bag, Marlie grabbed for her scalpel....It was the closest thing she had to a weapon. Since what happened to her family, she vowed to never kill unless prompted. She was back-up. Holding tightly to the edge of the larger boat, as to keep from floating away, she looked up at her captain and this unknown woman, who seemed like she knew what she was doing...unlike Neggy. How stupid could he be? The sniper seemed like he was going to have an intelligent plan, one that involved less kamikaze and more sneakiness, which was more of her strong suit. Focusing her Haki she sensed that the marines were not the tiniest bit worried.

She eyed the sniper, who was taken aback at how abruptly their captain had jumped in the face of danger. He was casually waiting it out, or at least it seemed that way. "The hell you think you're doing?" the marine in the front of the group chuckled. With one simple swipe, he unsheathed his sword and swung at Neggy.

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Neggy scrunched his nose, at the blatant disregard for protocol this Marine showed. “Stupid.” He simply held his left arm up, if Zasha had been watching she might notice his arm appear black due to his Fruit ability. While it still broke skin, when the blade struck him it barely did more than that. “Underestimating me, I'll show you.” He pushed the blade away, grasped the railing with his right hand, pushed off and with the momentum added by leverage double kicked the Marine. Unlike his spar with Zasha, this strike was more forceful; although he still went all out, he didn't want to maim her before she became apart of this crew. This man though, as long as he didn't end up dead; he didn't care whether a straw would be needed to eat for a few months or not after Neggy was done. The power behind the attack caused the Marine to be sent all the way to the other side of the ship with his feet off the ground until he smacked against the opposite rail.

The blonde boy planted his feet onto the boards of the top deck, and glanced at the last seven; he didn't bother with the one he kicked, he was out. “I'll take four, you take four. Marlie; don't get involved unless one comes at you.” He may have pulled her along for the adventure, but he was responsible for his crew; especially if they couldn't, or wouldn't be able to properly defend themselves in dire situations. Neggy looked to Zasha's blade, “A favor to your Captain; unless they deserve it, and really pissed me off use the blunt side alright? Or at least go for light wounding. And don't ever let me succeed in killing someone either. Someone who doesn't deserve it.” He requested this of his first mate, above almost everything else except being loyal to him.