Post by rocko52 (Drago) on Mar 17, 2014 19:13:25 GMT -5
“Aboard the high seas there are a vast amount of people. In this Great Pirate Era, thousands compete for the spotlight as they strive in the greatest endeavor of this generation, the hunt for the legendary One Piece. Whoever find this incredible treasure will become the pirate king, the ruler of the era. That man’s name shall go down in history forever, he shall become a god in the eyes of the world. This is the era we live in! An era of ambition, an era of dreams, an era of legends!”
Thin, long hands delicately shut the bound book, and setting it back down on the table. To become a god, that is the goal of this era, is that right?
Letting out a laugh, a dark figure stifled his amusement by placing his hand to his mouth. To think that anyone would even dream of becoming such a thing when there already was one! Still, all of those futile dreamers and disgusting monkeys served their place, stepping stones and corpses. Yes indeed, there already was a god! He just had yet to claim the title for the world to see! To become pirate king, the become the most powerful man in the world, yes! To become unchallenged by all, to achieve utter dominance over all of these maggots!
The figure licked his lips. To be free to kill any and all he so desired with no consequence. That was true power. With a sigh, he stood up from the small table, and glanced around his small room. It was comfortable, if barely. It wasn’t quite fitting for a man like him, but he had yet to show himself off to the world. But he was definitely making progress, oh yes. He had gathered a crew of loyal followers. Pawns they may be, but powerful and obedient. He had a sturdy, well armed vessel under his command. The first steps had been taken, it was now a matter of going further. To fulfill his lifelong dream to hold power over the world, and to be free to wreak death upon its inhabitants!
A pale light shown through the small, circular window in the back of the room. It was more than enough to illuminate the table where he had just previously been sitting. There was indeed a light hanging from the ceiling, but it was out for the time being, it was early in the morning still. Judging from the disgusting snore he could hear below deck, the crew was still sleeping. With an annoyed sigh, the man strode over to a device on the wall of the ship. The device looked like a small hole in the wall with a button next to it. Pushing said button, he put his mouth to the device.
“Captain speaking! The crew is to awake immediately, and line up on the deck in exactly ten minutes! Anyone who fails to do so will be dealt with!” He barked. He waited for a response, before heading towards the dresser in the corner of the room. Opening the wooden, crafted furnishing, he took out a long, black coat. It was designed like a classic pirate captain’s. Fitting it around himself, he combed his hair with one hand. He then slipped his feet into a pair of boots. He was already wearing a rather formal looking black suit, with a navy blue tie and white button up beneath. He had whiskers around his face, gray, slick hair, and blue, disconnected eyes. Fitting a captain’s tricorn on his head, he headed towards the door.
He grasped the knob, and opened the door wide. Today would be yet another day at sea with his new crew. They had seen no action so far, but he hoped to find a ship to raid or something. He knew he couldn’t take on say, an entire Marine base or a village yet, loath as he was to admit it. Still, he had hopes of seeing a ship today.
He stepped out into the cold chill of the early morning on the East Blue. He inhaled, taking in the salty sent, grinning. No one was on deck yet, but that was to be expected. He turned to shut his door, before strolling towards the stairs behind his cabin. He briskly walked up the staircase, and stood upright on the bridge, just behind the rails. Here he would wait for his crew.
Of course, he no longer looked like a regular man. Oh no, he would never show his face, his true identity to anyone like these thugs under his command. During the time he had been dressing, he had transformed into something beyond human. A rat man is the best way to describe it. His eyes had become small, black and beady. Claws now protruded from his hands, and his feet became paws. His legs and back were covered in thick, grey fur. A long, furry tail hung out the back of his coat. Two long, sharp teeth were sticking out from his mouth, the rest still regular human teeth. He also gained a pointed nose, and rat-like ears. He was captain of this vessel, the Die Blutige Rat. Further more this was his crew, his instrument for becoming the Pirate King. The Wicked Rat Pirates. His name? Monroe. Monroe the Rat.
Thin, long hands delicately shut the bound book, and setting it back down on the table. To become a god, that is the goal of this era, is that right?
Letting out a laugh, a dark figure stifled his amusement by placing his hand to his mouth. To think that anyone would even dream of becoming such a thing when there already was one! Still, all of those futile dreamers and disgusting monkeys served their place, stepping stones and corpses. Yes indeed, there already was a god! He just had yet to claim the title for the world to see! To become pirate king, the become the most powerful man in the world, yes! To become unchallenged by all, to achieve utter dominance over all of these maggots!
The figure licked his lips. To be free to kill any and all he so desired with no consequence. That was true power. With a sigh, he stood up from the small table, and glanced around his small room. It was comfortable, if barely. It wasn’t quite fitting for a man like him, but he had yet to show himself off to the world. But he was definitely making progress, oh yes. He had gathered a crew of loyal followers. Pawns they may be, but powerful and obedient. He had a sturdy, well armed vessel under his command. The first steps had been taken, it was now a matter of going further. To fulfill his lifelong dream to hold power over the world, and to be free to wreak death upon its inhabitants!
A pale light shown through the small, circular window in the back of the room. It was more than enough to illuminate the table where he had just previously been sitting. There was indeed a light hanging from the ceiling, but it was out for the time being, it was early in the morning still. Judging from the disgusting snore he could hear below deck, the crew was still sleeping. With an annoyed sigh, the man strode over to a device on the wall of the ship. The device looked like a small hole in the wall with a button next to it. Pushing said button, he put his mouth to the device.
“Captain speaking! The crew is to awake immediately, and line up on the deck in exactly ten minutes! Anyone who fails to do so will be dealt with!” He barked. He waited for a response, before heading towards the dresser in the corner of the room. Opening the wooden, crafted furnishing, he took out a long, black coat. It was designed like a classic pirate captain’s. Fitting it around himself, he combed his hair with one hand. He then slipped his feet into a pair of boots. He was already wearing a rather formal looking black suit, with a navy blue tie and white button up beneath. He had whiskers around his face, gray, slick hair, and blue, disconnected eyes. Fitting a captain’s tricorn on his head, he headed towards the door.
He grasped the knob, and opened the door wide. Today would be yet another day at sea with his new crew. They had seen no action so far, but he hoped to find a ship to raid or something. He knew he couldn’t take on say, an entire Marine base or a village yet, loath as he was to admit it. Still, he had hopes of seeing a ship today.
He stepped out into the cold chill of the early morning on the East Blue. He inhaled, taking in the salty sent, grinning. No one was on deck yet, but that was to be expected. He turned to shut his door, before strolling towards the stairs behind his cabin. He briskly walked up the staircase, and stood upright on the bridge, just behind the rails. Here he would wait for his crew.
Of course, he no longer looked like a regular man. Oh no, he would never show his face, his true identity to anyone like these thugs under his command. During the time he had been dressing, he had transformed into something beyond human. A rat man is the best way to describe it. His eyes had become small, black and beady. Claws now protruded from his hands, and his feet became paws. His legs and back were covered in thick, grey fur. A long, furry tail hung out the back of his coat. Two long, sharp teeth were sticking out from his mouth, the rest still regular human teeth. He also gained a pointed nose, and rat-like ears. He was captain of this vessel, the Die Blutige Rat. Further more this was his crew, his instrument for becoming the Pirate King. The Wicked Rat Pirates. His name? Monroe. Monroe the Rat.