Post by Sam on Aug 13, 2020 9:22:42 GMT -5
It was high morning around 10 am... about two weeks since Myles had run into the Marine on sabbatical Isaac Saifer and about a month since Myles had gotten into the grand line and fought the notorious Taurus in Whiskey Peak. Now after traveling through the treacherous sea that was the Grand Line for a bit he decided to take a break at Kabukimono the island of gangsters.
Frankly, the place was just right for him... there was a degree of law in place but said the law didn't care who it did business with just as long as the business brought in cash. Likewise, the local law was just as a kick to weed out any potential problematic criminals. Meaning no uptight Marines existed! Likewise, no psychopathic pirates ran on the loose.
"Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi!"
The voice of a short old man filled the empty tavern room. Said old man held onto a room and was poking Myles who was sleeping on the wooden ground of the place... the young pirate groaned. Some drool still pouring out into a puddle from his open mouth.
"Just five more minutes, Captain..."
Myles blurted out subconsciously much to the old man's dismay forcing him to continuously poke Myles in hope's the large pirate would wake up.
"Oi oi oi! Come on get up! I need to close for the day so I can clean this place up after the mess you gangsters brought upon this place."
The old man complained, this time boking Myles' jaw with the broom. Finally, after much insistence, the pirate opened up one eye and saw the old man... Mr. Saruyama. The local barkeep! A rather nice old man who to many would seem rather inauspicious but was actually knee-deep in fraud with likely many streaks in tax evasion and counterfeit. But that was just par for the course for Kabukimono. It was a Yakuza ran island! Groaning some more the pirate rose his head and opened both his eyes.
"Gee sorry Mr. Saruyama... I'll get off your hair soon enough."
Myles commented rising from his position making him tower over the short old man. Mr. Saruyama gave Myles the stink eye on the remark of hair.
"I don't have any hair, Suzuki! But you're very welcome to get out of my establishment. Your antics almost set the place ablaze last night!"
Mr. Saruyama berated the pirate who was starting to slug out of the tavern. Myles didn't pay much attention to the old man's words... not because he didn't care but rather because he was still half asleep and working off a single brain cell rather than the two he had.
"See ya tonight Mr. Saruyama!"
The pirate saluted the old man before bumbling his way out into the streets scaring off chicken who'd been pecking the dirt path. Myles raised his left hand to cover the bright sunlight from singing his pupils the instance he got out of the tavern.
"Ugh, see ya later Suzuki! That kids gonna be the death of me I tell ya..."
Mr. Saruyama groaned just before Myles left. Meanwhile, the world outside was lively. Villagers walked through the dirt streets wearing their rice hats bringing in cabbages and other crops in their donkey-drawn wagons. Salesmen rang bells trying to get the attention of any civilian passersby. Not to mention the fishmongers and butchers yelling out the prices of the freshest of catches or best cuts of meat. The aroma of charcoal and wet dirt filled Myles's nostrils... a pleasant odor that seemed to fit the seemingly rather average town of Yamagaiku with its traditional feel and bright color palette. It was this very environment that had made Myles fall in love with the island even more.
"What a beautiful morning..."
Frankly, the place was just right for him... there was a degree of law in place but said the law didn't care who it did business with just as long as the business brought in cash. Likewise, the local law was just as a kick to weed out any potential problematic criminals. Meaning no uptight Marines existed! Likewise, no psychopathic pirates ran on the loose.
"Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi!"
The voice of a short old man filled the empty tavern room. Said old man held onto a room and was poking Myles who was sleeping on the wooden ground of the place... the young pirate groaned. Some drool still pouring out into a puddle from his open mouth.
"Just five more minutes, Captain..."
Myles blurted out subconsciously much to the old man's dismay forcing him to continuously poke Myles in hope's the large pirate would wake up.
"Oi oi oi! Come on get up! I need to close for the day so I can clean this place up after the mess you gangsters brought upon this place."
The old man complained, this time boking Myles' jaw with the broom. Finally, after much insistence, the pirate opened up one eye and saw the old man... Mr. Saruyama. The local barkeep! A rather nice old man who to many would seem rather inauspicious but was actually knee-deep in fraud with likely many streaks in tax evasion and counterfeit. But that was just par for the course for Kabukimono. It was a Yakuza ran island! Groaning some more the pirate rose his head and opened both his eyes.
"Gee sorry Mr. Saruyama... I'll get off your hair soon enough."
Myles commented rising from his position making him tower over the short old man. Mr. Saruyama gave Myles the stink eye on the remark of hair.
"I don't have any hair, Suzuki! But you're very welcome to get out of my establishment. Your antics almost set the place ablaze last night!"
Mr. Saruyama berated the pirate who was starting to slug out of the tavern. Myles didn't pay much attention to the old man's words... not because he didn't care but rather because he was still half asleep and working off a single brain cell rather than the two he had.
"See ya tonight Mr. Saruyama!"
The pirate saluted the old man before bumbling his way out into the streets scaring off chicken who'd been pecking the dirt path. Myles raised his left hand to cover the bright sunlight from singing his pupils the instance he got out of the tavern.
"Ugh, see ya later Suzuki! That kids gonna be the death of me I tell ya..."
Mr. Saruyama groaned just before Myles left. Meanwhile, the world outside was lively. Villagers walked through the dirt streets wearing their rice hats bringing in cabbages and other crops in their donkey-drawn wagons. Salesmen rang bells trying to get the attention of any civilian passersby. Not to mention the fishmongers and butchers yelling out the prices of the freshest of catches or best cuts of meat. The aroma of charcoal and wet dirt filled Myles's nostrils... a pleasant odor that seemed to fit the seemingly rather average town of Yamagaiku with its traditional feel and bright color palette. It was this very environment that had made Myles fall in love with the island even more.
"What a beautiful morning..."