Post by viruswithshoes on Sept 21, 2016 21:51:08 GMT -5
In the dank, cigarette smoke infested bars in the North Blue that would require significant reconstruction to be upgraded to 'dives' there was a obscure little folk tale of a wealth of Marine treasure. The Marine's own little One Piece tucked away in the North far away from the famous waters of the Grand Line and the most dangerous people who would use the treasure for sinister purposes. One of those dangerous people from the Grand Line had just won a sword-for-hire and a rowboat in a low-key Davy Back Fight in the form of a thumb wrestling competition. Quick digits and a glove made of stone all but put them into the pocket of a young woman with visions of military dominance over the World Government dancing in her head.
"Looks like we're boat buddies. Warning: I only know that one song about rowing boats so my singing may be repetitive."
Shade wasted no time in setting out. Her introduction to her new crewman took place on the way to the rowboat she had won in the same bet. Experience had taught the woman from The Crescent Moon Empire that it was best to leave a table when her luck was good, and for once the exuberant revolutionary took the lesson to heart, though it would not linger there long.
A brown, seemingly leather glove, was gently slipped into the pocket of her red coat producing a sound akin to a stone being hurled against the hull of a ship. That bare hand was then extended to her new mercenary.
"Shade Muramasa. Currently the only member of this cell of the Revolutionary Army. The others came down with some breathing difficulties on the way here...liked stopped breathing difficulties. But, hey, I feel good about your chances. You look like a fighter...at least I hope so. That guy didn't hire you as an accountant or something, right?"
"Looks like we're boat buddies. Warning: I only know that one song about rowing boats so my singing may be repetitive."
Shade wasted no time in setting out. Her introduction to her new crewman took place on the way to the rowboat she had won in the same bet. Experience had taught the woman from The Crescent Moon Empire that it was best to leave a table when her luck was good, and for once the exuberant revolutionary took the lesson to heart, though it would not linger there long.
A brown, seemingly leather glove, was gently slipped into the pocket of her red coat producing a sound akin to a stone being hurled against the hull of a ship. That bare hand was then extended to her new mercenary.
"Shade Muramasa. Currently the only member of this cell of the Revolutionary Army. The others came down with some breathing difficulties on the way here...liked stopped breathing difficulties. But, hey, I feel good about your chances. You look like a fighter...at least I hope so. That guy didn't hire you as an accountant or something, right?"