The Resolve to Continue (Tron)

[White Mimic]

There was no sense of time, no direction, no sound. Wait… a subtle ringing that had overridden all other noises, muffled swishing and breaks of sharp, sharp wind, stinging with its cool kiss upon water. The only feeling Pierce could make out through his stupor was the excruciating pain wracking his body and joints as the world dazily faded in and out around him. He had no cognitive abilities to understand it all though. That wasn’t to say he didn’t know the sensations were there, he simply could not form complete thoughts or comprehend what was happening, where he was, whether or not it was a dream, could he move, what had happened. Details slipped in and out of his grasp, there at one moment, vanishing the next, only to be recalled later and just as soon forgotten. So it was such for what seemed like minutes even though he had only just started to regain his consciousness in the past few seconds. It was quite coincidental in its timing however, but not for fate perhaps as it would not have made any slight difference one way or another.

The sharp cold of wind soon engulfed the entirety of his surfaces as he felt the conflicting forces of what must have been gravity and what felt like his shoulders battled for a brief moment, ending in the sudden slamming of appendages and joints upon a sheet of ‘solid’. It felt familiar enough but not enough of himself was together to deduce what it was. If you could call them that, Pierce’s thoughts remained on this solid, even as the feeling of a conflicted gravity resumed some time later.

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“Hmm…” The marine captain slowly lowered the poster, peeking over with heavy eyes at the fishman that been hoisted from the waves and brought aboard his ship via one of the rowboats on board. He understood there was some difficulty amongst the staff in managing him out of the sea and into the rowboat. After all, this one was much taller than the average man, about as tall as the captain himself and about as muscular. That his crew had to lift him out of the water and into the boat while the fishman had been deadweight, there were a few sympathies in order when they got back from their routine maritime patrols. Once again lifting the poster in front of his face at a deliberate pace, the seasoned marine determined that his crew had been lucky, though only because they could turn in a bounty head with little trouble on the part of the crew. He much preferred when criminals went quietly, acknowledging their sins and hoping to absolve them. Supposedly this sort of thing counted as an easy turn in, but it was unfortunate it wasn’t on the criminal’s terms. Still he’d take what fate would throw him. “Hurricane Pierce, hmm?”

Opposite the captain, two officers were supporting the weary fishman with slight difficulty, clearly not used to carrying one so big though they were strong enough to make do. Pierce, at that moment, was quite a sight, a true picture of the mortality within each man, even those as individually strong as the fishmen. His typically orange-reddish hue of skin was blotched with black and blue, speckled with red gashes and perforations, and the clothes he had been wearing at the time had seen better days. Barefoot with tattered shorts and a heavily weathered wooden case held tight in one of his hands, almost as if only by the instinct of familiarity, Pierce was more or less vulnerable to the elements from the waist up, the only thing defiantly kept upon him being his bandana, pinned on by some of his scalp quills. His body was wracked, his face, beaten and torn, based on the severity of his wounds, he should have been dead. Perhaps he already was and his body was simply in denial of its inevitable final state of rest. The captain of the ship looked long into Pierces glazed over, barely open eyes, checking for a sure sign of life or, with hope, perhaps some resistance. Maybe it was his hope for the redemption of a criminal, maybe not, but for whatever reason, the captain was capable of some mercy, even for a fishman pirate, of all people.

“…Alright. Must be our lucky day. Take him down to get treated so we can bring him in, quickly.”

“What!? But Captain Main…!”

“I’m not turning in someone without allowing them a chance at repentance! Take him to medical, NOW!”

The two officers quickly jumped to action. As nice a guy that Captain Main was, no one ever wanted to be on his bad side as he was quick to dole out punishment for any transgression according to his own ethics. The two carrying Pierce quickly hauled him below the deck with the Captain following close behind should any complications arise that might need his intervention. With his age, he had experienced many tricks up the sleeves of many pirates before, and was quite familiar with the tactic of feigned helplessness. But, ever the optimist, that was no excuse to not try and be a Good Samaritan, it was simply a pressure to keep tight reigns on even the most incapacitated of criminals. While Pierce was being treated, under the supervision of Main, Pierce was progressively bound by the ships medics as areas that were treated were no longer needed to be accessed. Throughout the speedy fixes, Pierce drifted in and out, still unaware of what went on around him and unable to think coherently. With luck, it would be enough to keep him alive until the ship returned to Port West, and that’s all they really needed. They had the advantage of keeping him sedated and bound until he was ready to face his judgement.

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“Nng~” Several days had passed and the medics on base had done all they could to prevent Pierce from dying before waking up to have a little ‘chat’ with the Captain who had brought him in and, if necessary, perhaps one with the Commodore in charge as well. Slowly coming two Pierce opened his eyes to the dimly lit walls of stone around him, beams of sunlight sliding in not too far away through a tiny window near the top of the room. If the general setting of his captivity were to be his first intake of detail in a long term of sleep and injury, his circumstances would no doubt follow in the close second.

Before he had even tried getting up, Pierce noted how his wrists had been clad in iron… no, the yield as he pulled his arms apart was much stronger, clearly overpowering him. Seastone. He must’ve made it into the Grand Line after all. Struggling to stand up through the pain that wracked his body, he attempted to piece together what had happened and where he was. The last he remembered was falling off the ship during his fight with… a zoan woman? Nearly fell straight into Reverse Mountains jet-stream had it not been for… for what… Jack’s sword! "AUGH." A sudden stinging penetrated Pierce’s head and, in lurching his arms up to his temples in an attempt to sooth the pain, only then had he realized that was wrapped in a quite liberal amount of bandages. Though, in all honesty, with respect to the marines it was the bare minimum they needed to keep him alive at the behest of Captain Main. By the rattling of metal, it also became apparent that the shackles he wore were chained to a metal rigging near the back of the room. Or was it the side?

The walls were primarily of stone with one single side composed entirely of bars, more seastone no doubt. It was a clear assumption to make he was in a cell of some sort, though it wasn’t immediately clear to him where yet. The window near the top of the back of room was also barred, letting in the sun as mentioned as well as a slight draft from a sea breeze, salty and brisk but rather pleasant in the hot weather.

Experiencing pain that shot through his body in chain reactions of varying degrees of the unpleasant sensation, Pierce limped towards the window to get a good look at where he was, but struggled to get a good look as the chain was barely long enough for him to stand in front of it with no arm movement whatsoever. At least with his height, he didn’t need to stand on his toes to look out. He could hear the ocean and gulls, waves crashing distantly but the window only served as a vista for a long, white wall only a few yards away and at least 12 feet tall, topped with a decorative yet spiked, wrought iron fence. Quite menacing, perhaps to intimidate prisoners. All that lay between the window and the wall was a short walk of trodden, dusty earth and dried, yellowed patches of grass on either side of the dirt trail. Even with the courtesy of the sun, it was depressing. To be so far from the ocean, separated by discouraging fortification and heated decay. As much as he wanted to leave though, he figured in his current state, it would be incredibly difficult what with one of the first obstacles being a thick stone wall with the earth fortifying its strength and Pierce’s movement hampered by the chains. That wasn’t nearly as pressing as the seastone bindings, though. He’d need to be released from those first before anything else and there was not much hope for reprise in that regard.

Where was he?

[Masta Deltron]

Captured

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[White Mimic]

The majority of his time awake by now, Pierce had spent the most of it staring through the barred window, though with nothing to see but wall, dirt, grass, and sky, he had long since removed himself from the wall to release the strain the rattling chains gave his wrists. Every so often, he heard the padding of boot on dust, pulsating from outside the window, and at the same time, a shadow would momentarily slide across the stream of light the window allowed inside. Pierce, having no desire to strain his pained arms and wrists anymore, didn’t venture any closer to the opening to see what manner of captors had obtained him. The padding came again once more now, and the shadow, in suit, also passed through the stream of light. Sitting against the windowed stone wall, Pierce twisted his neck to briefly view the silhouette floating across the floor, letting out a sigh of exhaustion when all was quiet once more.

Hunched over his legs, he dipped his head down between his knees and stared at the contours in the masonry of the floor for a few seconds, pulling at his own thumbs, before the metallic clattering entered the room a long ways down the hallway. It wasn’t too distant, Pierce could hear the detail in the turning of metal dead bolts, the following creak of the iron door opening, a slam, likely the door on the stone wall. Footsteps down the hallway, echoing, growing louder, losing echo. Voices as well, which were much more discernible than the footsteps themselves. “-and I hear she just cut his legs off! Cut them right off!”

“What? How’d she bring him in then, she carry him or what?”

“My friend stationed at Water 7 said she brought him back in a glass coffin.”

“That makes even less sense!”

Pierce stared at the wall he believed the sound to be coming from behind, slowly turning it as the sounds grew closer and more coherent, the echoes losing ground to their source.

Three marines stepped into Pierce’s view from behind the wall, one of them remaining further in back than the other two. He held a rifle in the typical fashion of marine uniformity, close to himself, with purpose. The other two, in a much more direct line of Pierce’s sight also wielded rifles but these remained slung across their backs. When they turned the corner, the shorter of the two with slung rifles flinched a bit when he looked at the fishman. “Alright let’s see what we- OH geez! He’s awake!”

Pierce flinched as well at the sudden yelling, staring wide-eyed at the marine who had yelled. He quickly looked at the next marine to talk with the same expression. “Well, it’s about time. Captian Main’s out right now ain’t he? Think we should let the Commodore know?” Pierce remained quiet as they conversed. He was more or less upset that he was back in marine custody, but the shock of the one marine yelling into the smaller, echoing cell didn’t do him any graces. His ears were still ringing and the pain lingering throughout his body under the bandages were not as stinging as his new headache, made worse by gratuitous audio. “Nah, not that urgent. We’ll get, uhhhh, Main’s Lieutenant. She stayed back here this time right?” It was the one holding his rifle out this time. He was glancing back and forth between his companions quite rapidly, a little fidgety. Weird since that seemed a better suit for the shorter marine. “Ah that’s right. She wanted shore duty for a bit.” The taller of the two slung rifle marines was much more muscular than the other two, clearly more of a physical focus. “I’ll go ask her what she wants to do in Main’s place.” The shortest marine then jogged off back down the hallway, Pierce straining his neck slightly as he tried to visually follow the marine. Of course, when sitting at the back of a cell, one couldn’t do that as well as preferred, naturally.

Pierce looked back at the other two marines, twitchy and the athlete, who, in turn, looked back at him. They were quiet for a while, both of them giving him funny looks (which was fair since Pierce was also looking at them strangely) before turning to one another and continuing the conversation they were having when they entered the prison. “So, as I was saying, glass coffin. Totally possible if she has an ability right?”

“Well I would think so. Did she?”

Uninterested in what they were saying Pierce turned once again to the window. He couldn’t really hear outside above the two marines talking, but he could take a guess at what it would’ve been. Another silhouette passed through the light stream. As before, Pierce let out another breath of exhaustion.

[Masta Deltron]

Captured

[atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:#f2f6f8; border-radius:8px; padding:10px;][atrb=cellSpacing,10,bTable][atrb=border,0,true] [style=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#333; margin:10px;]Jay's arms were above his head for a moment as the doctor got in close. A few things ran through his mind, he could easily take this doctor hostage, but then how would he escape? Another issue was they were out at sea, not much he could do with his hands cuffed. Seastone cuffs aren't really the easiest to get out of in any case. His only real way out was to look for a opening, a mess up somewhere in the system. These guards were dumb, one of them were bound to make some mistake. Jay just needed to wait until the opening presented itself. He flinched as the doctor rubbed his hand against the scar. “Well, it's still tender, third degree burns. Looks like it was self inflicted, am I right?” The doctor was spot on in his diagnoses. “Yea had to stop the bleeding somehow, guess I overdid it.” The doctor backed up and placed his hand on his chin. “Well, no need for surgery, this is one of those things that has to heal naturally. All I can do is point some burn cream on it and wrap it.” Jay nodded, he really couldn't turn down getting patched up. Can't really escape from prison if he is all battered up. It wasn't long before the nurse and doctor finished. “How does it feel?” Jay twisted a little, stretched and rubbed his side. “Not to bad, thank you doc.” He bowed to the doctor in a respectful manner. This kinda baffled the doctor for a moment. He was used to pirates being so rude and vulgar that he was caught off guard. “No no it was my pleasure, you are a patient regardless of what path you walk in life it's my obligation to treat you if needed.” This was something new to Jay, being discriminated against because he was a pirate was something natural for him. This doctor showed genuine compassion for him, that kind of made him feel bad because he was a possible hostage for getting out of this whole thing. Well, hopefully it wouldn't resort to such a thing. The nurse pulled the curtain back with the marines waiting to escort Jay back to his cell. One of the marines pushed him in the back, “Move it!” Jay had a very displeased look on his face. He had just about enough of the marines. Before he could turn around however, the doctor stepped in. “Hey! Stop that you might reopen his wound, I don't want to have to fix him up again you jackasses.” Jay raised a eyebrow, and just smiled. He continued to walk back down the cell block before he was put back behind bars. He could overhear the conversation of the marines within the cell block. There must be another prisoner on board the ship. This could prove to be useful, the only issue is he needed to get in contact with him somehow. [/style]

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Start of a Rescue Mission!"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] OCCUPATION -Shipwright/Swordsman CREW - Free Lancer BOUNTY - 8,000,000 Beri CLASS - Class C EXPERIENCE - 786/1500 exp The wind blew south as the youngest member of the Uzuki clan looked on. He was full of anger and confused. He hadn’t felt this way since the day his family was taken from him. Jay… They had taken him. And he hadn’t done anything about… He was too weak to even protect his closest ally from the forces of the marine. So weak that Jay had practically given himself up to save him. How he had promised Jay that he would take out any marine who came for him after learning of the bounty his sparring partner had picked during the time they had spent apart. Yet here he was, standing at the edge of the coast, looking toward the horizon; the direction of the island they had taken Jay, Port West. He couldn’t stand around and do nothing. There had to be something he could do, something… and if not, he could always try. Try and free Jay Masaru from the clutches of the marine’s or at least die trying. It was the least he could do after the sacrifice Jay had made. “Old man, will this... Do-Do you think this thing will get me to Port West…?” Jay asked the man as he examined the condition of his sailing boat. It was ragged and old but Garuda knew it still had a lot in it; he just wanted confirmation from someone who knew it better than he did. “Look son, this boat is on its final days; which is why I’m letting you take it. If it stays here, it’s just going to rot.” The old man answered in a serious and straight-forward manner. “Now if you’re as good a shipwright as you say you are, you won’t have a problem. But let me tell you one thing. This thing can ride faster than any sailing boat I have ever known, when the winds on your side, and today seems like your lucky day.” The old man informed Garuda placing a hand on his back. “Now go out and rescue your friend. He might be a pirate but what he did was very noble. I do not believe such a man deserves to be locked up from the rest of the world. The world needs more heroes.” Taking Garuda’s hand into his own, the old-man placed a small object within the swordsman’s hands. Garuda looked into the man’s eyes, giving him the ‘What is this?’ stare. “This thing will guide you to the next island. It’s a log-pose. I don’t know if you know much about navigating but in the Grand-Line, it’s a necessity to have one of these to travel from island to island. Now I heard you ended up on this island by accident but that will not work all the time.” Garuda nodded and thanked the man silently. He couldn’t express how grateful he was. Had he not been such a hard man, tears would have fallen from his eyes in gratitude. Not only had the man saved his life, he had now offered him a life-line to get Jay back. “I’ll get him back. I promise,” were Garuda’s final words before he set sail into the Grand-Line water on aboard the ‘Golden Pearl’. - - - - - He drifted upon the blues of the grand-line. Never had he been so serious about anything in his life. Those marine’s had taken Jay away from him at a time he was in no condition to retaliate. Now it was time to bring on the counter attack. Garuda had never really had to call upon his inner-beast; never really took a battle this seriously. Never had he realised death was just a door step away from the path he had chosen in life. He had set-out on hunting down pirates and here he was now, a pirate himself with a bounty on his head. All he wanted was to sail the seas in search of his inheritance; the treasure his ancestor had left behind. He had to get it before the no good ‘Dark Wolf Pirates’ got their hands on it. Now he realised the mistake he had made taking upon the offer Haseo of the Gold Dream Pirates. But had he not done so, he would have never met Jay Masaru; the man he was now willing to throw his life away to rescue. He had been informed that Jay was being shipped off to the base on Port West until a trip could be made to Eniess Lobby. With a bounty of 55,000,000Beri, there was no doubt; Jay was headed straight to a lifetime in Impel Down. Garuda wasn’t going to let that happen.

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made by cirrus

[White Mimic]

((Okay. So now that I'm back on track, we can continue.))

Several minutes passed, minutes filled with the atmosphere from out the window, conversation between the two marines as they moved down the cell block, waiting for their friend and this Captain’s Lieutenant to return, and then the clattering of bars, footsteps. It took Pierce’s attention for a few seconds before he ultimately returned to the window. Although, it wasn’t much longer after that when the short marine returned with the lieutenant, a slightly taller female marine, her blonde hair in a pair of braids on the sides of her head, tied into a thicker braid in the back. She carried two books with her, files stuffed into the various pages with no seeming organization at all. From where Pierce had moved himself, close to the bars of his cell, he could see she slowed down as she passed one of the cells, pulling one of the files from the books, and double checking the cell, smiling lightly. She stopped somewhere in between the two cells, looking over at Pierce’s cell. After a brief second of eye contact, Pierce slowly retreated away from his own bars as she pulled another file.

All went quiet, devoid of speech or noise, save for the outside the window and the flipping of papers and folders. Every so often, he could hear the Lieutenant’s hushed voice. “I see… very interesting…” This sort of speech continued for a few moments, though she piped up, appearing in front of Pierce’s cell without him noticing. “I see you’re awake.”

He didn’t respond to her, choosing to stare at the window instead, glaring passively at nothing in particular. “I trust you aren’t too uncomfortable?” Again, Pierce remained silent, though he glanced at her this time, his glaring brow furrowing slightly more.

She looked to be in her late-20s, early-30s, round face except for her chin which seemed abnormally sharp given the rest of her. Her uniform was too modest for Pierce to get any good idea of her other physical features, though she seemed to have an even, light skin tone that wasn’t too pale, but not dark enough to call tan. Her skin was abnormally smooth and the texture was almost uncanny, as if she were made of plastic but with significantly less gloss. The neck of her shirt reached up through her marine coat and hugged underneath her chin, and around it was a necklace of black painted wooded beads. For some reason, that was the first thing to catch Pierce’s attention, but he quickly met her dull hazel eyes with his, the glare remaining vigilant.

It had nothing to do with that she was human, or that she was a marine, though he had definitely associated some bad emotions with them now. He was more just upset at the current flow of his luck and fate. From one cage to another as it were, and where he had gained hope in ascending Reverse Mountain with the Dancing Blades, it had once again been lost with the brutal descent and his unfortunate custody in the hands of more marines. Fully understandable as he had uncontrollably killed one of their own, and he was sure she knew. He blamed himself for it, he had lost control of his emotions, but the lack of acknowledgement from the Lieutenant, her callous smile, promised no closure.

“Quiet one, I see. We’ll talk later then, but it’s good to see you’ve recovered so well.” She looked over to the short marine after a bit, holding a file with Pierce’s picture, as well as several other that seemed to be taken in a hospital, maybe the boat’s medical deck. “Lionfish fishman, 26 million, so radio the base to prep Interrogation Room… let’s say 5.”

“Yes, Lieutenant Freely!” The short marine saluted, in unison with the other two, from what Pierce could see. “Hmph.” Pierce had turned his head away in disdain and hadn’t noticed that the Lieutenant had slowly tuned to look back at him, her smile gone, though it returned when she walked down the cell block to speak with the other cell. From this far away, it was too difficult to hear her soft voice. She seemed absolutely cordial, as friendly to this cell as she had tried to be with Pierce. It was suspicious. Marines doing their best to keep pirates alive before bringing them in, the friendly nature, something about it didn’t sit right with Pierce, though he didn’t dwell on the thoughts long. He became more concerned with the alleged Interrogation Room 5. Probably a room better suited to someone like him, maybe Devil Fruit users too.

What would he say? Would he say anything at all? Probably. He wanted to protest that he wasn’t a pirate and that killing the marine was an accident fueled by his sudden rage. Unfortunately, Pierce had already resigned to the idea that no matter what he said, he was already slated for incarceration. He acknowledged that he had to take responsibility for his actions but it was the piracy thing that hit him harder than he had anticipated. While with the Dancing Blades, he never truly believed himself a member of the crew, more just a passenger working for his ticket, though with friends. But now he had bounty… 26 million. And surely, even if he came up with a reasonable explanation for interrogation, it wouldn’t matter. He grew up with it. The Fishman species, only rarely had he met people who would treat him as an equal. If he came up with a satisfying explanation, no doubt he would serve a life sentence. But this was the Grand Line, he could end up a slave. An actual slave. He had posed as one several times while working for the company, to keep himself safe from potential slavers out here. He had to deal with the pseudo-abuse at the hands of others in the company as a means to seal the deal, and even that was horrible. What would… what would real slavery be like?

[Masta Deltron]

Captured

[atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:#f2f6f8; border-radius:8px; padding:10px;][atrb=cellSpacing,10,bTable][atrb=border,0,true] [style=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#333; margin:10px;]Walking back from the cell bars all Jay could thinking about how he was going to escape. The wind shifted outside his window causing the sea to turn a bit violent. The shackles on his wrists shook made metal clanking sounds with each step. He took a deep breath and fell into the cell bed. He bounced a little before settling in. Jay let out a deep sigh before closing his eyes for a moment. The sounds of feet accompanying voices weren't to far away from his cell. He didn't bother to really ease drop into the conversation. It was a one sided thing, who ever the lieutenant was chatting with wasn't in a talking mood. It was as if she was trying to be nice, yet who ever she was talking to didn't feel the need to respond. Something caught Jay's ear, a description of the man she was trying to break the ice with. “Lionfish fishman, 26 million, so radio the base to prep Interrogation Room… let’s say 5.” 'Fishman, 26 million, not to shabby.' Jay thought while jingling his shackles. The foot steps got louder, the Lieutenant approached the cell bar. The Lieutenant looked over to the short marine. The marine handed her a new file. It was Jay's track record, she flipped through a few of the pages and the pictures that were taken. Jay didn't budge from the bed, he just continued to make sounds with the shackles. “What do you want?” He asked her in a disrespectful tone. Jay had no real reason to respect her, they ambushed him at his weakest. The short marine was agitated by this. He grabbed the bar with with a free hand. “Watch how you speak to the Lieutenant pirate!” The Lieutenant placed her hand in front of the marine as a signal to back away from the bars. “Calm down, he can't do us any harm.” Jay got out of the bed before standing up. He looked down on the marine with a smirk. “Does he do any tricks?” The Lieutenant looked down at his file again. “Jay Masaru, 55 million, Vice Admiral Adel Masaru's kid brother. You have been labeled dangerous, but I don't see it. You look like just another kid trying to make a name for himself in this changing world.” Jay shrugged off the insult before looking at the Lieutenant. He walked closer to the cell bars, so he could get a good look at her. “If you don't see it why are you guys standing so far away from the bars. I can't do anything with these on right?” He held up his hands, then he turned to the window. “Your brother would be disappointed to see this.” “Shut the hell up.” The Lieutenant smiled slightly, “It seems I have hit a nerve.” She flipped through a few more files before hitting a file about the Masaru's father. “Well would you look at that your dad was in even in the marines.” Jay whipped around with a kick that slammed into the bars. The short marine jumped backwards dropping paperwork everywhere. The Lieutenant didn't move, Jay looked over at the Lieutenant. “Don't talk about what you don't understand or do know about. It just makes you look like a jackass.” The Lieutenant raised a eyebrow before turning to the marine. “Sad really, I think you could have been a great marine. Now you get to rot in a prison cell.” Jay just jumped in the bed facing the wall. “Whatever, you say lady.” The Lieutenant walked off towards the exit. Family was always a touchy subject for Jay. Adel being in the marines was of his own will. To follow in the footsteps of their father. Being a pirate was something that he felt was meant for him. The idea of being a 'good marine' made him gag a little bit. The Lieutenant exited the cell block, Jay took this chance to see if he could get something out of the Fishman. He rolled on his back so he could talk loud enough for the man to hear. “Whats your name fishman?” [/style]

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Challenging the Gods!"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] OCCUPATION -Shipwright/Swordsman CREW - Free Lancer BOUNTY - 8,000,000 Beri CLASS - Class C EXPERIENCE - 786/1500 exp It was starting to get cold. The clouds began to communicate with another, gathering to carry out a meeting. A lot of shouting began to erupt back and forth and before Garuda knew it, a storm had erupted. Things weren’t looking very good for the lone shipwright. The sea coughed hard causing the retired boat to jump out of its shell before landing awkwardly back onto the surface of the sea. Soaked from head-to-toe, the former Bounty Hunter cursed the gods of the sea as he shuddered; the cold slapping him hard across the face. He tried to maintain the balance of the boat but struggled. Despite his strength, handling a rattled old boat in such a condition required great skill. Now despite being a shipwright, Garuda had little experience handling the helm and his lack of experience showed as he lost time and time again to the rocking waves that played around with him, like a cat cradling a mouse. Garuda growled in response to the thunder that kept startling him. This was useless. He would never catch up to the marine’s that had held Jay captive at this rate. Perhaps this was the end for Jay. The legend of the Azure Dragon would die before it even got going. Perhaps ranking up that bounty was not a good idea. Served him right for boasting about it, Garuda thought. At least he might learn a lesson from all this once Garuda managed to bust him out. Or else it may become the hardest lesson Jay ever learnt. Without warning, a lurking wave roared into view and scared the living day lights out of Garuda who almost fell back, losing his balance. His hands however remained firm on the helm. A heave of the right arm managed to steer it in the outward direction, just out of the harm of the strong wave; or that’s what Garuda had thought until he heard the crashing of water alongside the splitting of wood and before Garuda even had a chance to shout 'Oh Hell No!', water had begun seeping in through the crack in the ‘Golden Pearl’. ‘This was it’… Garuda thought to himself. ‘Die trying…’ was a phrase often used in situations where you must do whatever you must in order to get what you need but Garuda hadn’t expected the God’s to have taken this meaning so literally. What did he do to deserve this punishment? Surely he had been forgiven for the mistakes he commit as an adolescent. How was he supposed to know he’d get caught cheating on his girlfriend or that such an act was wrong? He hadn’t meant for Grandma to cry when he sold her glasses to get a tattoo. And Aunty Faye’s moustache was disturbing, how could not make fun of it? This was totally uncalled for. Garuda thought about sulking some more for a moment but decided against it. It couldn’t possibly get worse he thought. It was time to fix this. His plan involved grabbing some wood and nails and plastering the hole in order to continue his rescue mission but before he could even get going, Garuda’s foot created a whole of its own, hitting a rotting piece of the deck and falling through it. “DAMN YOU DASTARDLY GODS! IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF A JOKE? PISS ON ME AND LAUGH WHY DON’T YOU?” Garuda cursed loud and clear, staring at the skies as a million and one droplets of rain fell upon him. The army of the sky was undefeatable. Garuda had been out-matched and now lay flat on his back, his right leg trapped in the wood. He could hear the rush of sea-water entering the lower chambers and the weight of the boat increasing. Soon he too would sink with this old sailor and forever become part of the legend of the Grand-Line. Garuda closed his eyes and surrendered to the sea… Well almost surrendered before the thought of his mission returned to him. He had promised to free Jay from the wicked marines and a promise he had to keep. The swordsman stabbed the deck with the Uzuki Blade, freeing his trapped leg in the process. “DO YOU WANT TO TEST ME OH GODS OF THE SEA? WELL YOU CAN BRING IT ON B*TCHES! I AIN’T AFRAID OF YOU!” Garuda yelled out in passion and fury, challenging the gods themselves. He knew his chances of survival were very little but his pride would not allow him to beg before the kings that lived in the clouds. He would rather spit in their face and die honourably. It was then, as if the devil had heard his cry, as he saw a life-line arrive. Garuda’s eyes and mind suddenly filled up with hope as he began to wave his arms about in the air.

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[White Mimic]

((Endless apologies for the wait, muse was flimsy and then improve kicked up so I had to devote a bit of time away but I should be getting back to normal in a bit, hopefully. Bit short but, at least it’s something after so long.))

The lieutenant seemed much colder to the prisoner on the other end of the brig, which in and of itself seemed strange for her as a human being, but was made all the more bizarre that she chose to address Pierce through cordiality and then a human prisoner with that kind of coldness. Though if he had to guess, it was probably the fact that he was related to a Vice Admiral and chose the ‘lesser’ life style in this case. As the passive aggressive exchange continued, Pierce leaned towards the bars again, but was kept from going too far by the rig keeping him in the center of the cell. He was still, however, able to manage a view of the lieutenant and the marines on duty. Not a full one but still, he could see a little. Both of them seemed considerably put off by one another but the guy in the cell, the one Pierce couldn’t see, he seemed to be the more unpleasant of the two. It was mostly the way he talked to the Lieutenant, but it wasn’t fair to judge him based on this alone, especially considering the Lieutenant was seemingly nice enough to him earlier and the pirate was probably just upset about being taken aboard for his crimes.

Either way, Pierce wasn’t much in a position to currently judge either well, being both a Fishman and, with the revelation of his bounty, a pirate, the most hated combination of race and occupation, according to the vast majority of people he had the displeasure of meeting.

The marines dispersed, the Lieutenant to her quarters most likely, and the other marines to their posts and patrols. A few lingered in the brig, obviously stationed down here while they were carrying prisoners, but they soon patrolled elsewhere in the brig and were soon out of earshot, prompting the other pirate to address Pierce.

“What’s your name Fishman?”

“Hm?” Pierce leaned towards the bars at first, trying to get a better view, but soon returned back to how he was, quickly deciding he wouldn’t be able to see anyway on account that they shared a cell block. “Oh, uhh… Pierce. Just Pierce, no last name. Uhm, sorry I don’t… don’t get asked that very often.” He scratched his neck bandages lightly, the gauze giving him an uncomfortable feeling all around. His hand ventured up a bit and he made a sudden realization that hadn’t yet become clear to him. The back of his neck was clear and cold… drafty. Running a hand up quickly, he pressed a tender bruised area but became more frustratingly fascinate by his lack of hair. It was still there but much shorter. They cut his hair and plucked him. “…what.” He knew it wasn’t important in the long run, hair grew back, but it was more that the marines had done it without his consent. Feeling the gauze wrapping his head, it must’ve been done to get a better access to head wounds he may have sustained. That was the only reason he would accept. He returned the conversation but was now hiding a light frustration (badly). “I, uh… hmm… what’s your name, huh?”

[Masta Deltron]

Captured

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Man Vs. Ship!"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] OCCUPATION -Shipwright/Swordsman CREW - Free Lancer BOUNTY - 8,000,000 Beri CLASS - Class C EXPERIENCE - 786/1500 exp There, in the distance, a huge ship was battling the waves ferociously. And much to Garuda’s surprise, they were actually winning. The crew wore brave faces and mocked Poseidon as they rode on the waves like a hunter taming a wild horse. The ex-bounty hunter stared in awe as he held onto his boat with both hands for a moment to stop his body from going over-board. “HEY GUYS!!! GUYS… OVER HERE! I’M STRANDED OUT HERE! ANY HELP?” Garuda yelled out. There was no response. He paused, waiting; hoping somebody would see him and come to his aid but nobody answered. "DON'T YOU BE IGNORING ME NOW!" The swordsman shouted at the top of his lungs, praying somebody would spot him but in such circumstances, it was better not to rely on luck. There was only one thing left to do. The dark warrior noted the trajectory of the oncoming ship as it rode the sea whilst positioning his own boat to be pulled along with the help of the wind. If his calculations were correct, the two vessels would have to come across each other’s paths. It would be hard work on the shipwright’s path, not having taken part in any navigation before, but he knew how ships worked and this was the best plan he could think. Dangerous it was, should the pirates not spot his vessel or not care for that matter. It would result in the Golden Pearl breaking up into smithereens but it was a risk Garuda was willing to take. It was do or die out here and the swordsman was just making things happen a lot quicker. Most people would think twice about taking such a risk. In fact, most people wouldn’t even dare. Garuda however, wasn’t most people. There was a screw lose somewhere in that brain of his for even thinking of taking upon such a dangerous task. Such extreme measures were usually well thought out with the risks and benefits weighed against each other. The Uzuki Clan’s final son believed in the hype of his own fate. He believed he had a mission to accomplish and until then, there was no way he would perish. Not at the hands of the sea. The one-man crew sped up using the wind as an ally as it sailed head-first into the path of the pirate galleon. There was no backing out now and nowhere to escape. He would have to either test death or dance with the cold, unforgiving sea. “Oi lookie ‘ere… We got a madman tryina commit suicide.” Garuda heard a voice and there above him stood a short, skinny pirate. He had his brown hair slicked back to his neck and a dagger was attached to either side of his waist. He had a disgusting smirk on his face as if he was going to enjoy this. “We don’ go roun’ offerin’ any ol’ cowboy a ride. So why don’cha bea’it…” Another couple of ugly looking pirates lined up to watch the action as the rest of the crew continued to handle the ship. “COME ON YOU BASTARDS! GIVE ME A BREAK HERE! I’M NOT GOING TO DIE SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL THROW ME A ROPE DOWN BEFORE I SLICE THIS SHIP IN HALF!”

[/color] The threat was empty as both the pirates and Garuda knew he wouldn’t be able to cut a ship this size down. However it didn’t mean this warrior wouldn’t give it a shot. The black named blade was out in a flash and found the firm grip of swordsman’s hands around it. “DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU… HERE GOES NOTHING!” Garuda yelled out as the large ship approached his boat. Closing his eyes, the Howling Wolf said a final prayer before swinging his sword with all the might he possessed.


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[White Mimic]

((EGGHHH, tests this time, I'm not a bad rp partner I swear. Just unlucky.))

“Well it’s nice to meet you Jay, so to speak anyway. Can’t exactly see you, do this all over again face to face.” Pierce was still running his hands through his hair, quickly getting acclimated to the change. Eventually he dropped the issue altogether, no point in crying over something so trivial, allowing his bound hands to fall with the rattling of his chains. He was becoming rather eager to meet his new companion, if only to get a good look at him and a hands on judgment of his character. Almost subconsciously, Pierce edged his way to the front of his cell and leaned lightly forward to peer down the block. It was a vain action since the chains didn’t allow for such curiosity, but Pierce tugged lightly on his metal leash nevertheless. As he did so, he was briefly taken aback by the other prisoners compliment.

“Thanks, I like to think I’m not a bad guy.” Pierce smiled a little at the compliment, one could almost say he was beaming. Of course given the setting, that word could hardly be used in good confidence. After all, a smile could only lie when the whole face was in on the joke. “You aren’t exactly bad company yourself.” It never exactly dawned on Pierce, not in any meaningful way anyway, that this other pirate, this Jay Masaru, that he may have only been trying to garner Pierce’s tempers and alliance for his own gain. Pierce was much too eager to acquire the human’s friendship to consider it, and he had not yet tasted the full bitterness of the treachery humans were capable of. His companion in the block was rather inquisitive, which wasn’t specifically bad in itself, but the inquisitive had a tendency to soon approach the zone of personal information.

“Oh. I uh…” Pierce’s voice trailed off for a while. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to share the information as it was that he didn’t want to relive it. The details were hazy, faded by time and cranial trauma, but it certainly didn’t help that, if he were given the chance he would’ve taken it back, especially now that he had a bounty for it. Sniffing a bit, Pierce gradually made his way, verbally, to his actions. “Well, I have an occasional problem… very occasional, rare even that uhh… with keeping a strong control on my… wow this is awkward.” He had never had to explain himself in this manner before. Usually, before he had left his company, his family, there had always been an unspoken matter regarding him that everyone had understood. There was no need for explanation then, and he was certainly better now than when he was younger. It wasn’t like he was going to punch out a customer for not touching his food SOLELY because he had been the one to make, no he was used to that feeling now.

“Alright, here goes. I… had a slight… tantrum.” It went quiet for several moments as a marine on patrol down in the brig turned the corner into view and strode down the hall. During this time, Pierce tried to put back together what he couldn’t remember flawlessly and tried to find the justification. He couldn’t remember what the reason was specifically, but perhaps it had just been the heat of the fight that unbottled his anger with the rest of the world, not that this crossed his mind. He was more concerned with protecting his friends at the time you see, and he figured this had been the reason more than anything else. When the marine left the hall and was long out of earshot, Pierce continued. “I lost control of myself,” If that had been all that had happened, he wouldn’t have sighed so heavily afterwards in preparation of confronting his own actions.

“And I chewed a nasty hole out of a Marine’s neck…” Pierce had slowly been turning away from the bars of his cell, as if hiding from Jay, even though there was no possible way for either to see the other. This admission was true and he still remembered the taste in his mouth, no different than his own blood really, but it was still a matter of discomfort. He did remember, though, that he spat out everything he had taken, so he couldn’t have been a true monster at heart. Very soon after saying it though, he turned to look down the hall as best he could, piping up slightly. “But I didn’t mean to! I mean… I didn’t want to… It’s too hard to explain, but it was an accident! Kinda.”

Desperate to change the subject, Pierce leaned even closer to the bars and returned the question. “What about you, Jay? You got a good 50 something mil on you, right? Higher than any South Blue pirate I know. What did you do?”

[Masta Deltron]

((Sorry guys I have been busy with work/school and currently running a site so things have been a bit hectic.))

Jay couldn't help but chuckle at Pierce's hesitation. He didn't want to be rude but a few things ran through Jay's mind. He began to question who Pierce really was. 'Pretty shy for a fish man, I thought these guys were supposed to be something fierce or maybe he is putting on a show.' Regardless Jay felt he really meant no harm. “But then again in the eye's of the world we are all bad guys if you don't wear a badge.” There was a bit of sadness in Jay's tone when he said this. Not all pirates were bad, some just wanted the thrill of adventure. Not to mention Jay himself never harmed a innocent soul. He only crippled the pirates who brought evil on the weak. He looked down at his shackles and the chain that hooked his legs together.

He punched the cell wall making a loud thud. He let out a fit of frustration before walking back to the cell door. “I am prone to those also, and we all tend to lose control of ourselves at some point.” Then Jay paused for a moment before having a flash back. It was when he lost control of himself and the power within sent a few marines to a early grave. “Well I sent a few hundred marines to a early grave with my fury. I don't remember much, just the surge of power and then waking up in a hospital. It took a man who saved me from my doom to explain what happened. I have never been more scared in my life of myself.” It wasn't like Jay to open up to someone so easily.

Then once again looking down at the ground he couldn't help but just laugh. “Sorry, I am rambling on again. I must be boring you.” Then something dawned on him, then a glimmer of hope. “Pierce hows about you and I bust out of here when the chance shows itself?” This was a shot in the breeze, however what did the two have to lose. Jay was being completely serious, if Pierce was strong as Jay was told. This would be a easy escape. However they would have to wait until the right chance to leave. Maybe it was time for Jay to become the leader he knew he could be and start a crew. “So what do you say?"

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"Finally... Things looking bright!"

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[/color] Free Lancer
BOUNTY - 13,000,000 Beri
CLASS - Class C
EXPERIENCE - 786/1500 exp

The result of his attack was not something either parties had expected. The force of the ship should have sent a normal man sailing and ripped his dying boat to shreds. However, the strength of Garuda broke the barrier of what should have taken place and replaced it with an act of disbelief. Even Garuda was surprised with what had just happened. The combination of his sword and strength matched equally with the force of the ship, nullifying both attacks and resulting in the vessel coming to a standstill. The collision of force caused uproar amongst the particles of the sea causing them to leave their flowing state and flushing into the air surrounding Garuda and the pirate ship.

Water dripped from the swordsman’s head, all the way down to his fee; the taste of salt hanging on his tongue as he smiled at the outcome of his ill-thought attack. The look on the faces of the pirates was priceless. They had not anticipated the man before them to be in command of such strength and skill and for a moment they were frozen, unable to deduce what step to take following this bizarre event.

“You? What in the…? What do you think you’re…? What did you…? How the hell did you manage to do that?”[/color] The response came from a young man who had seen the events taking place leading up to Garuda’s response and he was clearly awestruck to the extent, words were having a hard time configuring in his mind. He got off his backside and put the knife in his hand into its slot at his chest; a small sheath attached to a chain hanging off his neck. His black eyes looked into those of the crazed swordsman. “A wild one huh…” [/color]he said as he admired the man before him; working his fingers through the long black locks on his head. He brushed off his grey fur coat before hopping onto the rail that protected him from the sea that surrounded them. Crouching above, he continued to inspect the swordsman before looking over to one his sub-ordinates. From the way he carried himself, it was clear this boy was in charge. “Oi Patrick, throw this guy a bone and bring him up here. I want to speak to him. And send Callum down to inspect the damage.”[/color]

“Don’t worry lad,”[/color] Garuda shouted back. “I held some strength back, it’s only a dent. I can hammer it out for you no problem. Just get me to that island across this sea. That’s all I’m asking.”[/color] Garuda was confident and assertive as ever.

The young pirate nodded, giving off a friendly vibe with a casual smile. “You seem pretty cool,”[/color] he said, sliding off the ledge and back onto his boots. “Tell you what, you got yourself a deal. Normally I wouldn’t carry out a charity act but I guess I can make an exception for you. Hurry on up and we can have a chat. Callum, give him some tools and supervise him.”[/color]

Garuda couldn’t believe his luck. Things had suddenly taken a turn for the pleasant. Even the storm was calming down. The guy who seemed to be called Patrick threw a rope down. Taking it by the hand, Garuda heaved himself up. Not having realised, Garuda had used up much of the strength that he had held and the short climb became quite a difficult chore. He rested himself against the ledge once the man assisting him had gotten him up and over. Garuda didn’t even bother asking about what happened to the ship he had borrowed. It was more than obvious it belonged to the sea now. He sighed, taking his luck into account once more as he noticed the rest of the crew members eyeing him up; In particular the ones who had mocked him and refused to help. Garuda couldn’t help but repay the favour with a mocking grin of his own now that he had accomplished the first step in his journey to rescue him comrade.


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If Pierce had a particularly positive opinion of the marines, he might’ve disagreed with Jay for the sake of sympathy on behalf of the marines. No such luck though. From the sound of Jay’s voice, it probably wouldn’t have been helpful either, not with regards to anything important anyway. Rather he remained quiet, waiting to see if Jay wanted to add anything to that, since he didn’t have anything to say himself. It wasn’t long until he heard a loud thud from all the way over in Jay’s cell. He remained quiet and motionless, for a moment anyway. He soon leaned forward again, glancing up and down the cell block and about to call out before Jay called back again.

Apparently Jay also had brief moments of lapse in emotional control. Though, given how brief this one was, Pierce was initially skeptical as to the degree Jay would get angry, the degree he could get angry. Though, the thoughts were quickly dashed when Jay admitted his own acts of accidental murder. A few hundred he said. Pierce wasn’t at all worried by this new information but it was a bit jarring. A hidden power that destroyed many of those around Jay and all but doomed him with his own strength, unnerving. Pierce wondered if he possessed such a force, how much damage would he have caused with it, and for that matter, did it make Jay all that more dangerous for him to be associating with? Maybe. He seemed genuinely regretful for what he did so Pierce didn’t linger on the doubts and worries. He had all the time in the world to do that.

“No, you aren’t boring. In a way it’s nice to know I’m not all alone in this.” Pierce was more relieved that he wasn’t the biggest killer here but he didn’t want to risk offending Jay. There was a long silence between the two, Pierce having nothing else to say really. It persisted until Jay suggested they escape together once they had the chance, an offer Pierce would readily take. Still, he had to be cautious. He would trust Jay for the purposes of escaping but once they were out, everything would be up in the air.

“Sounds good to me. Could really use a good stretch and swim.”

Wooden footsteps behind him reminded Pierce that there were patrols outside his barred window. With the rattling of his chains resounding throughout the mostly empty cellblock, he wandered over to his window to take another look at the sun and sky, at the wooden deck and solid railing. He felt the sun and heard the sounds of the sea once again. Hopefully, he and Jay would in fact be able to escape. Pierce had no intent on staying in any form of captivity, he had somewhere he needed to go you see, though he realized that successfully escaping would only make things worse. Still, it was better than spending his life wasting away or in servitude.

The sound that suddenly came from above snatched Pierce’s attention, the call of a seagull. His head suddenly craned to see though he knew what he had heard. Now, Pierce wasn’t the smartest individual, nor was he the wisest, but he had spent enough time traveling to know that seagulls didn’t fly too far off their home islands. There was no guarantee the island was where they’d be stopping, but the possibility was good enough in Pierce’s mind. “…Probably gunna dock soon.”

((Sorry for the wait again. Way too long, unacceptable. Exams and everything.))