Mission #38

[mrmark5273]

Cael took a sip of his drink and said, "Well, plain and simple? When I left Organ Island a few weeks ago, I didn't have any money, still don't. The only reason that I'm doing this crap is because I need to buy a boat so that I can travel easier. I'm not part of a pirate crew or anything. Most of them are all really bad people, ya know? I don't want to get caught up in that..."

As he took another sip of his drink, he brushed his left hand through his hair. "Are you part of a pirate crew, old timer?"

Cael was beginning to wonder what he would do after this job was over. Maybe I'll just go to some far off island, steal food for a living. I'm good enough at that, I suppose, he thought. As he laid his head down on the table, he thought of something. Assuming the man was a pirate, he would probably go right back to his crew once the job was over. Maybe he could hitch a ride with the old timer....Yeah, that was an idea...He wouldn't join the crew of course, just ride around with them until he could gather up enough beri to go out on his own.

[thormundsson]

"I'm the helmsman of the Destiny Pirates" Loec told the kid as he realized they had to start moving again. He stood up, tossed the man behind the counter a few beri for the drinks and then motioned for the kid to join him. The angry glares of some of the patrons at the tavern following them as they exited the building.

After getting the rope they needed, a huge line that they had to carry on their backs, they headed back towards the ship. The absent of giant rabbit monsters made the trip a lot more boring and it seemed to take forever to get there. but finally they got back, noticing that the large guy was still up to his chess game.

"hows that game going" Loec asked as he walked towards the ships, passing the big man on his way.

[mrmark5273]

"Hey, old timer, your hair's lookin' kinda grey from back here...We don't have to load any more icebergs, do we?" Cael was tired. His body was having trouble handling all the strain from working. He'd never really worked hard in his life. Hopping onto the boat, he took a look around to see if the third man that had been with them was anywhere to be seen. He wasn't.


"Hey, old timer, where'd that other old timer run off to? Did he have to take a crap or something? Hahahahaha, I'm gonna go find me another green apple. If ya need me, just call!"

And so he strolled onto the ship, headed for the storage room. Minutes later, screaming and banging of pots and pans erupted as the ship workers chased Cael around and scolded him for being a thief. When Cael reached the deck of the ship, he screamed to his companion:

"Ouch! They're hitting me with cookware! Oww, dammit! AHHHH!!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurrrrrttttssss!!!!! I didn't even get my green apple!!! Why are you doi- OWWW!"

The insistent hollers and yells of the storage workers as they chased Cael around the deck with frying pans, ladles, and the like, attracted some of the other crew members' attention and they began staring at the oddball boy who was attempting to climb the ship's mast to escape them.

[thormundsson]

Loec settled down on the edged off the ship, lauging, as he watched the kid get chased around. As the men were about to attack him he stood up again. "hahaha....allright allright, the kids with me, trying to help you, calm down" Loec said as he approached the men trying to surround the kid. One of them turned around, knife pointing at Loec, and said "the kid was trying to steal form the supplies, I don't like his kind or your kind for that matter". Loec reached out calmly, grabbing the mans knife. "I think for the sake of getting through this boring little job I will let that slide. but if I find myself bored on the way here, don't get near me. hahaha" Loec said as him used his fruit powers to crush the knife into a metal ball. He then picked up the kid, handed him another apple and started climbing to the crows nest, trying to get away from the morons that crewed this ship.

It was amazing how little he liked sailing without hes regular crew. They were full of fun but this trip was getting on his nerves, due to simple boredom. As watched Drum island sink into the distance he noticed from the corner of his eye that another ship was approaching them. It certainly wasn't the marines, since the ship wasn't flying their flag. when it neared he noticed that it was flying a jolly roger. "Pirates, haahahhaha, this ought to get really fun now. and you might want to call that in" Loec laughed like mad as he slapped the watchman on his back, pointing to the ship.

[Cirrus]

Alek looked up from his game of chess. He had won, but it had taken a long time.
"That's what you get if you don't practice often enough." he sighed to himself.

Looking around, he saw that Loec and Cael weren't around anymore.
"Oh? Did they die?" he wondered. Quickly thinking up a way to find out, Alek tucked the chessboard under his arm. He put the pieces in his pocket.
"Cheh, this is useful."
Using Wiatr, Alek quickly scoured the whole city for his companions. He did find them, and quickly deduced that they had boarded the ship. He walked calmly to the deck, and looked out to sea.

It was beautiful. The waves were calm and serene, the wind wasn't too rough, and the smell of the fresh ocean air was all around. Alek took it all in. This was what he lived for, this was his passion. He would become Pirate King, if only to have the right to sail into any part of this vast beauty.

He walked inside, and found Loec and Cael in a cafe. It had a veranda where one could watch the sea while dining al fresco, and Alek made straight for it. Intent on playing yet another game of chess, his walk was interuptted by the tension growing between certain members of the boat's crew.

"...the kid was trying to steal form the supplies, I don't like his kind or your kind for that matter". Loec reached out calmly, grabbing the mans knife. "I think for the sake of getting through this boring little job I will let that slide. but if I find myself bored on the way here, don't get near me. hahaha"

Alek watched as Loec effortlessly molded the knife into a near-perfect sphere.
"A devil fruit." he stated.

Before they could catch sight of him, Alek slipped away.

Loec has a devil fruit, and appears to have a trump card. Cael doesn't seem much of a fighter, but those knives in the wolves back there were pretty accurately placed.

Alek was re-evaluating the situation. If things got hostile, he was sure he could win, but with the revelation of Loec's devil fruit powers, the pair might have the upper hand if things were to come to that. He walked onto the deck.
"Hey, Loec, Cael." greeted Alek
He looked out to sea again, but something was spoiling the view. Another ship was behind them, and it had a jolly roger on its mast.
"Pirates? This should be interesting. Battleships isn't really my game though."

Alek looked at Cael and Loec, and they appeared to be thinking the same thing.
Fight.

(OOC: Sorry for screwing this up yet again guys!)

[mrmark5273]

"Damn pirates" Cael said as the ship behind them began to gain a bit of speed in order to pull up behind them. "I just wanna get paid, is that too much to ask?"

One of the tougher looking marauders threw and attached a hooked rope to the edge of Cael, Loec, and Alek's ship. As he made his way onto the boat, Cael, frying pan already taken from his knapsack and in hand, smashed the pirate on the head with such force that he fell back and overboard.

"Yahoo!!! Take THAT, you fat pirate!" Though the pirate had been intimidating, he also had a protruding gut, one which Cael took notice of.

Three more pirates had climbed aboard as Cael had defeated the first enemy. With a determined look on his face, the young lad drew his remaining knife from a belt loop on his worn and frayed jeans. A darker-skinned pirate was trotting towards him now, sword in hand. Cael, being in the prime of his youth, was faster and more agile than the man, though. He kicked the sword out of the man's hand and grabbed the long, curly hair on the front of his head with his left hand. The man put up a fight, he punched at slapped at the boy, giving him a bloody nose. Cael prevailed in the end, though. He almost threw the man to the ground, but as he was falling, Cael stabbed his knife into the eye socket of the bandit.

"I wish we could have been friends..."

He had no time to regroup his thoughts as he saw two more pirates dangling as they climbed across one of the ropes. He picked up the dead pirates sword, chopped the rope in one quick motion after walking to the edge of the vessel. They plunged into the cold, blue sea below them, screaming as they met their impending doom.

(Cirrus, you still messed up. The cafe was on land. We're now on the boat. Get your story together before you post.)

[thormundsson]

Loec watched with amusement as the first pirates began to move over to the ship on their lines to attack. The kid had taken down the first and the rest of the crew were quick to follow. "I wish I could just watch this and laugh, hahahahah" he laughed as he slid down the railing of the upper deck "but I guess I won't get paid if the ship burns down, hahaha".

He walked over to two of the lines that just thrown on to the railing next to him. He grabbed the grappling hooks, squeezing the metal like soft clay, destroying the hooks and letting them fall into the sea. With the two lines went 3 pirates. "that has got to be a cold bath, hahaha" Loec laughed as he turned around. He nimbly dodged a blade that would have taken his head off. When the pirate went for a second swing he simply put out his hand, letting the sword dent and fall apart as he touched it.
The man whose sword that was looked at him with a terrified look in his eye. "a fruit user" he barely whispered as Loec rolled past him, slicing both tendons in his legs. "that's right, hahaha, and this just gets funnier and funnier, hahaha" Loec laughed as the man rolled on to the floor, weeping like a child. As he laughed he turned around to see how the fight was going.

[mrmark5273]

(Cirrus is almost always afk, so I'm skipping him in anticipation of him not being here for a while.)

With eight pirates down and only a handful to go, Cael felt confident in his abilities to protect the ship and it's cargo. He waited for another hooked line to hit the edge of the ship. A younger pirate, maybe a few years older than him, dashed across the rope at lightning speed, so fast, in fact, that the pirate did not see the frying pan aimed at his noggin as he stepped onto the ship. A loud yell from the man shook the entire deck, but go down he did not. Instead, he slashed at Cael's arms with his sword with tremendous agility.


"GAHH!!! Dammit!" Cael whined as he beat the man over the head repeatedly with his frying pan. "That's my mincing arm you creep!" What came after these words was a series of incoherent swears from an injured Cael and the sound of a cracking skull.

When the deed was done, he looked at his two mates, who were fighting off the last of the bandits.


"They'll be fine." He whispered to himself as he descended to the bottom of the ship. "I need to clean these wounds up as soon as possible. Those two should be finished by the time I get back."

And with that, he disappeared from the deck, having played his part in the battle, he figured he would only get in the way of Loec's killing frenzy anyway if he stayed, something he was not about to do willingly.

[thormundsson]

Just as the other crewmen where getting Cael down below to check his wounds another wave of pirates poured across the lines and on to the ship. "hahaha, this is just great, haha" Loec laughed to himself as moved forward. "Bouncing Blades" he shouted as he moved with great agility through five of the pirates, slicing their arms or the tendons in their legs, dropping them on the deck.

Two men, armed with hammers and wearing heavy breastplates and helmets, charged at him, swinging their hammers and aiming at his chest. Loec dodged the blows by sliding under them and standing up in one fluid motion. As he stood up he span around, punching their backs. Their armor gave away but hardened instantly and left sharp edges of metal cutting deep into their backs. As they turned around Loec launched out with his stretched out hands, doing the same to their helmets. "Shape Shape destroyer" he shouted as he drew his hands back. The holes in their helmets and back didn't look big but the amount of blood pouring from the holes spoke of a deadly blow.

"who's next? ahahahaahahaaah" Loec laughed like mad as he turned around, noticing the scared faces of the pirates that had noticed his fighting. "no one get scared now, we are just beginning our fun, hahahahaaahahahaa" Loec laughed as he launched at the nearest pirate.

[Cirrus]

(OOC: I wasn't AFK, I didn't post after one day. You then skipped me after 9 minutes, WTF? >_>)

Alek watched as the pirates boarded the boat. Rather nonchalantly, he shot down the first four that came close. These guys weren't threats, he was better off playing chess. A large man with a sword that towered over the rest of the crew boarded. He walked with a confident swagger, and snarled menacingly.

Alek tilted his head with intrigue. Did this man want a one-on-one fight with him?

"You're dead, punk." he sneered.

The man lifted his huge sword from its scabbard on his back.
"Scarlet Haze!"

The sword was a blur as it stabbed at Alek. He blocked many of the attack with his metal body however, and was largely unaffected. He had a few nicks on his shoulders, but he would live.
"Better than I thought." commented the man.

Alek didn't smile. He was in combat mode now, his mentality completely different from the friendly eccentric man that was playing chess a few minutes ago. He already had a plan of action; the best one picked from a possible 412. He slowly removed Zelic from its scabbard. He angled it so the harpoon end was the one primed for attack.
He disappeared.

Alek reappeared behind the man. His foe had faster reflexes than he thought, and he instantly turned to block. But Alek had no such plans for a preemptitive strike. He swung down, and the harpoon end wrapped itself around the man's sword hand. He yanked, and the metal dug into the flesh. It sawed clean through, disabling the man's ability to seriously harm Alek. The "Checkmate King" had won the game before even three moves could be made. Alek's opponent cried out in pain, his hand was gone, replaced by a bloody mess. The swordsman swung at Alek, who deftly blocked the punch with his elbow, and returned with a punch of his own. The swordsman was sent flying far into the sea.

The battle was over, and Alek's previous demeanor returned. Smiling he walked over to the part of the deck Loec was on. His companion had seemed to have faced more trouble than Alek had, since there were artificially distorted lumps of metal scattered next to the bodies.

There were a few more pirates there, and Alek looked at Loec. Before any silent mental connection could be made, a cannonball flew at Alek's head. He turned, not scared of his impending death, but calm in the face of doom. He used Wiatr to shift slightly, and it appeared as if the ball passed right through him. It continued on its deadly course, right over to were Cael was standing...

[mrmark5273]

(Cirrus, I don't mean to be mean, but read the freakin' posts. I'm not on the deck anymore, I went below the deck to fix up my injuries. You still messed up your next to last post, too. The cafe was on land, we're on a boat, now, okay?)

Cael heard a crash from the hold of the ship. It sounded like cannon or gunfire, but of course he wasn't entirely sure. His wounds on his arms were just about completely bandaged at this point. Though he could not bend his arms as easily now, some of the stinging pain was eased from his arms.


"That oughta do it..." He said, admiring his makeshift work. When the crew members realized that he was the green apple thief from before, they abandoned him to fend for himself. "I guess I should get back to helping those two," he said. "Wouldn't want the old timers to hafta fend for themselves, hehehe..."

With this he rose from his seated position. Loud shots were still whizzing about on the deck, so he proceeded with caution. What he witnessed when he got back up top, though, he was not prepared for. While ten to twenty enemy pirates DID in fact lay dead on the deck, more and more were attempting to board the ship every second. He removed his knife from his belt loop once again and his frying pan from the knapsack on his shoulders and prepared for battle once again...

(I give Thormundsson permission to post for me while I am gone tomorrow from 6:00 AM GMT-5 to 7:30 PM GMT-5 due to previously committed engagements where I am needed. This permission is granted so as to not confuse anyone involved about the order of posts.)

[Cirrus]

(OOC: Ok, first of all, it was a marginal error after you and Thor decided to skip me at least 3 times. Then, you skipped me again with little to no knowledge of my activity habits. That is an offense and against the forum rules. I have kindly decided not to do anything about it since your new. You then go and become pedantic over the location of a cafe. Boats have cafes on them too. Also, was is past tense since the story is in third person. Never does the sentence imply that Cael was currently standing in the line of the cannonball.Ok? I didn't get to make that clearer because I had to go, but then again why would I risk you skipping me again and me becoming more and more out of the story?)

The cannonball would have killed Alek's acquaintance if he was still standing where Alek had seen him last.
"Where's he gotten to?" Alek asked himself. He faced the battle again, and saw that more and more pirates were boarding the ship. It was puzzling, because between them the pirate trio had slain atleast twenty times their own number. Almost like the famed Hydra, the more pirates Alek killed, the more seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

Alek shot ten more dead with the pistols in his fingers. He neglected to use his bazookas to preserve the ship. The opposing pirates now had cannons supporting their infantry force, and the ships defences were waning. Alek resorted to punching his way through the mass of intruders to get closer to Loec. He couldn't see if the other pirate was struggling or not, there were too many people in the way.

Alek was suddenly surrounded.
"Too easy." he stated. In this formation, he could pick them off one by one. There had to be some ulterior motive to this, as his opponents had seen him slay masses of their peers. But Alek doubted that they had the brain power for such complexity as a plan.
"Bishoppu: Kuikko Undo."

He disappeared and reappeared infront of one, then another, then another and then another. Each time with his leg outstretched. The violent air blowing from his foot blasted the pirates away, clearing space for anyone to rejoin the battle. The affected pirates were thrown into the cold depths of the sea around Drum Island, forgotten by their captain.

"Hey Loec!" called Alek. "If these are pirates, where's the captain?"

(OOC: A good question actually. Do you have plans for a captain appearing?)

[thormundsson]

as Loec finished slicing the neck of a pirate he looked around the ship. The pirates had lost a good deal of their numbers but they were not losing heart and seemed to be willing to fight to the last man.

"These pirates are as stupid as they get, dying for someone else dream, hahaha" Loec laughed as he watched the big guy, Alek, kill of another two. The large cyborg seemed none too threatened by the pirates or any of their attempts to kill him.

Loec dodged the blade of one of the pirates and punched for his knees. The man was wearing some sort of plating on his legs and knees and that's where Loec aimed his punch. "Shape Shape no destroyer"[/i] Loec called as he shattered the armor, lodging pieces of it in the mans knees, sending him flying forward. The man hit the deck with and audible cracking sound and stayed still.

Just then a large man emerged on to the deck of the pirate ship, he wore a large yellow coat and a large black hat and boots, his black pants were a contrast to his unclothed chest. "Guess you must be their leader, hahaha" Loec laughed as he turned to meet the large man walking across the plank towards their ship.

[mrmark5273]

(Sorry for taking so long to respond, guys. We had a huge snow storm here the day that I left for my wrestling tournament last week, and my internet was only fixed yesterday night.)

Cael could hear Loec saying something on the deck of the ship, but he couldn't make out the words. The boy's arms had stopped bleeding. He could feel dried blood clinging to the bandages...

"I wonder if there are any swords down here...Probably not, but it's worth looking, seeing as to how I only have one knife and my frying pan has a dent in it now."

He began rifling through the contents of the hold. He needed a better weapon for this fight. From what he could hear, the number of pirates on board had multiplied since he left the deck. After a few minutes of searching, he found what he was looking for.

"Aha! That was lucky! Not the prettiest looking sword, but it'll do."

The blade of the sword was quite long for Cael's size. The edge of the blade was not straight, but toothed like a saw. He thought it an odd sword to be on a cargo ship...


"Well, time to get back up there," Cael exclaimed as he began to trudge his way up the long staircase. "I hope there aren't too many of 'em. I'm starting to get a bit sleepy..."

When he finally found his way to the deck, he saw that all of the pirates had been vanquished without him, save for one. The man was huge. He must be seven feet tall... Cael thought to himself. I'm not going to interrupt this one unless I hafta...

He plopped down on his rear-end and anticipated the battle that would very soon ensue...

(Sorry guys, this post didn't really help the plot much, just getting back into the mission, I suppose.)

[Cirrus]

(OOC: Sorry for wait. Was in character validility depression)

"Shape Shape no destroyer" Loec called as he shattered the armor, lodging pieces of it in the mans knees, sending him flying forward. The man hit the deck with and audible cracking sound and stayed still.

Alek watched, intrigued. It was quite an interesting devil fruit power, he had to admit. He was secretly jealous that he wouldn't be able to obtain one, but then again his ability to swim had saved him more than once. The deaths of the pirates didn't affect him in anyway. He was a king, and kings fought wars. Who lived if he died?

Just then a large man emerged on to the deck of the pirate ship, he wore a large yellow coat and a large black hat and boots, his black pants were a contrast to his unclothed chest. "Guess you must be their leader, hahaha" Loec laughed as he turned to meet the large man walking across the plank towards their ship.

Another foe for Alek to take down. As Cael came back up to the deck behind him, Alek wondered if the young lad would participate in this fight. It seemed like it was going to be a good deal tougher than before, and Alek hadn't seen the youngster fight a powerful enemy.

"So, rowdy criminal, what is your business with this ship? Why do you attack us?" asked Alek.

He appeared infront of the pirate and held a finger to his chest, right where the man's heart was.
"I give you two choices. Leave now, or die."