Post by Djinn on Mar 15, 2014 20:17:51 GMT -5
The Pirate's market was unbelievable, swarming with buccaneers and cutthroats, a symphony of ordered chaos. This was a den of thieves, this was a nest of hornets, this was the single most feared place in all of South Blue, and why? Because of the fierce pirates who were known to moor here, the ruthless manner in which it was run, and the incredible promise of woe that it signified. Pirates where one thing, but a brotherhood of pirates? That was something all the more threatening.
On the island, between the turfs claimed by the heirs of the black-market council, Maxwell and Jessica, a most incredible display was unfolding. It was to be a heavyweight brawl to end them all, between a duo of Fishmen no less! In one corner was an upstart rookie from South Blue, Berk of The Sea-Tigers, and in the other was a relative unknown from the Grandline, Ishmael "Iron Jaw" Moby. Both of the contestants, had been brought into the fight because of their immense size and the inherent strength their race brought them. There were many renowned Pirate Captain's in attendance that day: "Rough" Captain Gruff of the Gruff Pirates, Captain Deluna of the Blackheart Pirates, Captain Grieves with his Forty Thieves, and even the heirs of the island were present to observe the fight. Many of them had placed bets upon the outcome of the fight, wagers for both fighters were drumming up quite the commotion. The sad truth of the matter was, that the fight had been set up as a send off for the three veteran pirate crews who were ready to follow Captain Kidd and his like to the Grandline. The two heirs of the Black-market council had decided to throw the fight as a last salute for all the hard work all of the crews had done for them. The two of them knew that in the wake of a certain one-eyed swordsman's rampage through South Blue the density of Marine Forces had been greatly intensified, not to mention the ruthless band called the Kidd Pirates. The two of them were hardly on good terms, but both of them were starting to question whether South Blue was the best place for the Pirate's Market. But that hardly seemed to be on the minds of the average pirate on the street, a flagon of rum and an incredible fight for the evening was all they needed to know, and the streets were abuzz with hype for the fight.
In the ring, on a hastily built platform cobbled together from scrap wood the pirates had found around the island, it was already paying host to it's first fighter: "Tyrant Fist" Berk, a rookie, but he looked comfortable in the ring. On his hands were the gloves both fighters were required to wear, hollowed out cannonballs fashioned into metal boxing mitts! Under a massive dangling lantern chandelier that illuminated the spectacle, the Tigershark-man eyed his anchor which rested in his corner of the ring. The referee was a human, a thin man with a strong jaw-line and a whistle to go with his striped shirt. He waved the towering gyojin to the center of the ring, the fighter complied. Peche, who was Berk's corner man throughout all this cheered his Captain on, "C'mon Captain, you got this chump! At least you know you got 'em in the size department!" The crooked cook hadn't seen his nakama's opponent, but he felt like it was probably a safe bet.
The whole crowd fell to a hush as the challenger made his entrance. Berk's eyes focused to get a better look at the one he would be fighting, but beyond all that he knew why he was here. When a lion wants to be known as the king of jungle, he scares the shit out of all the other lions to show he's the baddest, such would it be here. He'd told his crew to spread out and make their crew's presence known. The Sea-Tigers would earn their stripes in the coming moments, no doubt!
On the island, between the turfs claimed by the heirs of the black-market council, Maxwell and Jessica, a most incredible display was unfolding. It was to be a heavyweight brawl to end them all, between a duo of Fishmen no less! In one corner was an upstart rookie from South Blue, Berk of The Sea-Tigers, and in the other was a relative unknown from the Grandline, Ishmael "Iron Jaw" Moby. Both of the contestants, had been brought into the fight because of their immense size and the inherent strength their race brought them. There were many renowned Pirate Captain's in attendance that day: "Rough" Captain Gruff of the Gruff Pirates, Captain Deluna of the Blackheart Pirates, Captain Grieves with his Forty Thieves, and even the heirs of the island were present to observe the fight. Many of them had placed bets upon the outcome of the fight, wagers for both fighters were drumming up quite the commotion. The sad truth of the matter was, that the fight had been set up as a send off for the three veteran pirate crews who were ready to follow Captain Kidd and his like to the Grandline. The two heirs of the Black-market council had decided to throw the fight as a last salute for all the hard work all of the crews had done for them. The two of them knew that in the wake of a certain one-eyed swordsman's rampage through South Blue the density of Marine Forces had been greatly intensified, not to mention the ruthless band called the Kidd Pirates. The two of them were hardly on good terms, but both of them were starting to question whether South Blue was the best place for the Pirate's Market. But that hardly seemed to be on the minds of the average pirate on the street, a flagon of rum and an incredible fight for the evening was all they needed to know, and the streets were abuzz with hype for the fight.
In the ring, on a hastily built platform cobbled together from scrap wood the pirates had found around the island, it was already paying host to it's first fighter: "Tyrant Fist" Berk, a rookie, but he looked comfortable in the ring. On his hands were the gloves both fighters were required to wear, hollowed out cannonballs fashioned into metal boxing mitts! Under a massive dangling lantern chandelier that illuminated the spectacle, the Tigershark-man eyed his anchor which rested in his corner of the ring. The referee was a human, a thin man with a strong jaw-line and a whistle to go with his striped shirt. He waved the towering gyojin to the center of the ring, the fighter complied. Peche, who was Berk's corner man throughout all this cheered his Captain on, "C'mon Captain, you got this chump! At least you know you got 'em in the size department!" The crooked cook hadn't seen his nakama's opponent, but he felt like it was probably a safe bet.
The whole crowd fell to a hush as the challenger made his entrance. Berk's eyes focused to get a better look at the one he would be fighting, but beyond all that he knew why he was here. When a lion wants to be known as the king of jungle, he scares the shit out of all the other lions to show he's the baddest, such would it be here. He'd told his crew to spread out and make their crew's presence known. The Sea-Tigers would earn their stripes in the coming moments, no doubt!