Patch's First Start of Adventure

[patch]

It was a blue, cloudy sky morning where the sun was up high, reaching to the highest point in the sky.

Patch was sleeping in an outhouse on a toilet seat.

"Gah..? Eh..?" said Patch as he rubs his hands on his eyes.

Patch looks around and sees the small space and he wonders where he is. Suddenly, a flashback occured in his head:

"Ahh, yes! An outhouse! Yes! Yes! I've been holding this in too long!" yelled Patch as he runs toward the outhouse.

He slams his face to the door on the outhouse.

"Ow... I forgot to open the door." said Patch carelessly.

Patch open the outhouse door and slams it where the birds can hear it and they flee from the sound. Patch sits on the toilet and sits down happily.

"Ahh.." said Patch as he remembers the same sensation the last time he used an outhouse, then falls asleep.

"Oh yeah! Ha-ha, darn my sleeping habit." said Patch.

He gets up, wipes his bottom, and dresses himself. As he was finished, he opens the door out of the outhouse and goes out of it. He smells the fresh air and thinks to himself, "A perfect day...."

He walks in the fields and lays down with a thump. He looks at the clear sky and wonders to himself, "Where are you, Bounty Hunter?"

He falls asleep and has a dream and in that dream was the day when he came home and saw his parents in a pool of blood:

"Huh? The door... It's covered with red stains? Must be paint." thought Patch.

Patch puts his hand on the doorknob and twists it to open the door. The door was a bit slippery and his hand was about to slip.

"God, this doorknob is sure slippery." said Patch.

He opens the door and sees his father and mother in a pool of blood.

"M-Mother...? F-Father...?" stammered Patch.

Patch runs towards them, stops, and falls down on his knees. His eyes were crying out tears.

"Who did this to you?!" yelled Patch, "Why...! Why...! Why must this happened? It should've been me!"

As Patch continued to cry nonstop, he stops and notices his father's hands were moving, but a bit shakey.

"Dad! Are you okay?" asked Patch.

"S-Son? I'm glad you're okay... I thought the Bounty Hunter had already gotten you.. That's good.." said his father.

"Dad! Who did this!? Why!? Why!? Why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?" said Patch.

Patch was bursting out tears more than ever, the tears created a small pool as they drip in the same spot. His father puts his hand on his son's cheek and rubs the tears off of his face.

"Don't cry son... It was probably fate, we weren't going to live any longer anyways." said his father.

"No! It's not fate... It was just.. Bad luck!" said Patch.

"There's no denying it Patch, you know we were going to be targeted anyways by the looks of our bounties. Son, I want you to do me a favor.." said his father.

"What is it Dad, anything?" wondered Patch.

"I want you here to take this wrist-band and guard it with your life.." said his father, "Here."

His father takes off his wrist-band and lays it on the floor. Patch picks it up and puts it on his wrist.

"Also... I want you to travel to the Grand-Line, but not alone.. And find the treasure that I always wanted to have.. And that is One Piece... Once you have it, I want you.. If it's not much to ask.. Get one small, not much, but a small fraction of it.. Put it in a sack... And put it inside my hands... I want to just feel and see One Piece just once before I can peacefully pass on.." instructed his father.

"I will father! I will!" said Patch, mostly crying a river about now.

"I don't have much time left, but here are these final words I have for you son.. I will always be pride of you and will be watching over you and remember this: I love you." said his father.

His father's hands fell down with a thud and that was the last of him. Patch cries more than ever and screams out, "AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"


"Father, no!" yelled Patch as he woke up, "It was only.. Just a dream? If I could just saved them in time.. They wouldn't have died.."

Patch grips his fist tightly and looked at the sea.

"DO YOU HEAR ME BOUNTY HUNTER?! I, LITHEX PATCH, SON OF CORNELIUS PATCH AND CERINA PATCH, WILL BE THE ONE TO KILL YOU!"

Patch laid back down on the fields and falls back asleep.

[hellcats]

Waves caressing the sides of ships. A peculiar mix of sweat and fish hanging in the air. Merchants of every age wearing mismatched garments and prattling on about they're wears and how unique they are from every other generic store packed directly next to them. Oh the glorious sights to behold at your local docks.

Chris had no sooner gotten off his ship then he had wished to return all over again. The choice between constant movement on floating cardboard or the racket and irrational behavior of the little folk wasn't fair in his opinion. Either way, the crew had run short of supplies, and as luck would have it they happen to be on the very next island designated on his list.

"Oi," he shouted as he began to draw a cigarette from his vest. "Get to tying down the ship and go pay the dock man's fee. I need to go get something to eat that doesn't taste of salt and fish excretions." He saw several of his men go stiff as they heard his command, and began rushing about the ship preparing what needed to be done.

Stepping off the ship, Chris was greeted by a rounded older gentlemen. Lengthy gray hair tied in a knot with wrinkles adorning every inch of his aged face. The old man reached out a callused hand in greetings, his fancy clothes resembling something the likes of what a noble might wear. Though his status was clear, little more then the town's figure head.

"I'm glad to meet your acquaintance," the elderly gentlemen mumbled as he waited for Chris' hand in recognition. In contrast, Chris merely stood there frowning at the pudgy man, cigarette in hand as he searched fruitlessly for the lighter he seemed to have misplaced.

"Well I suppose you will be wanting to go about your business yes? I've prepared a room for you in one of our finer establishments." The man's hand now filled one of his pockets as he turned around to leave, expecting Chris to follow suit. Finer establishments, he thought. I'll be lucky to find anything in this damn place that doesn't sour my mood further.

Several hours had passed. The elderly man had lead Chris to a inn near the center of Fuschia town. It wasn't anything like what he had seen back in Water 7, but it wasn't like he had much choice. Spending several minutes boring Chris with history regarding they're island, the man took his leave for the day, much to the grouchy marine's delight. Guess I should do my rounds of this backwater island..

[patch]

As the sky began to turn a bit darker red and the sun turning yellow to orange, the afternoon was slowly coming and slowly ending. There on the fields lies a boy sleeping peacefully. He snores like a chainsaw and his sleeping bubble pops. He opens his eyes and looks at the surroundings.

Dang, he thought. Must've fell asleep throughout the morning.

His stomach was growling, aching for food inside it.

"Ha-ha! Don't worry, buddy, I'll go back to town and get some grub." said Patch as he rubs his stomach.

Patch gets up and starts walking towards town. As he is reaching his destination, he notices a big forest blocking the path to town.

"Wait.. Didn't I remember this place before?" said Patch as he strokes his chin.

Just then, another flashback striked Patch's mind:

I can't hold it in much longer, thought Patch. Must find outhouse!

As Patch puts his hand and holds his bottom, he runs through a forest to find an outhouse and he better does it quick before... You know what happens next. He dashes through the forest ignoring the warning signs that says, 'Do not enter, you may get lost and will not find your way in a couple of days' and 'You are heading deeper into the forest'.

As he finally sees light straight ahead in the forest it makes him even want to run faster. He finally makes it out of the forest and sees a brown, wooden outhouse on a cliff. He opens the door, slams it, unzips his pants, and does his business.

Oh, yeah! This was the place I ran into to get to the outhouse! He thought.

As he goes into the forest, he notices a sign that clearly states: Baka (Idiot)! If you have clearly made it this far into the forest, you are surely a fool. Now you must find your way back out of the forest again... Learn to read signs, kid.

"Eh!?," said Patch. "Oh-no! I'm lost! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

His stomach growls even more.

"Eh?!," said Patch. "I'm going to starve to death! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[hellcats]

The trivial matter of meeting the town's liaison was behind him, though his days here were only beginning. His duty had been to look over the many islands in East Blue, and remove any troublesome elements found there. Apparently the Marines were afraid that bandits and thieves may become prevalent do to the withdrawal of the Marine armies bulk to defend Marineford.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Abbot's feet had soon dragged him along to a nearby trail. The worn dirt path lead off into the brush of a nearby forest, thick amounts of shrubs and large trees soon became he could pick up in his line of sight. He walked this path for what seemed like hours, almost in a daze as he chewed the butt end of his lit cigarette. His tendency to not pay attention getting the better of him.

His focus only returned when the cigarette he had been smoking for some time began to burn into the filter, and soon reached his lips. The curses and yells that echoed through the forest soon after were of Chris' usual variety. "Stupid woods," he growled as a nearby tree was eviscerated in order to pay for its crimes, whatever they may be.

Crunching of twigs and leaves echoed more and more as Chris began to wander aimlessly about the massive forest. A chill blew through the woods, signifying that the day was coming to a close, or simply that he needed to dress warmer. Regardless, the endless hiking was wearing on heavily on his nerves, which spelled doom for the rest of the trees Chris would encounter.

[patch]

Patch was at the entrance of the forest.

"Okay, Patch.. You can do this! You just need to get out of the forest and go to town to get food.." said Patch.

Patch got down on his knee and his hand on the other. He got up and dashed into the forest.

"FOOOOOOD!" yelled Patch.

As Patch runs in the forest, he encounters tree branches and trees in his way. He gets out his katana and slices and dices through them.

Must not let nothing get in my way..., he thought.

Patch's speed was decreasing every second and soon enough, he took a break. He looked around his surroundings and notices some cut branches and tree. He stood there for a second, thinking what happened. Finally, he understands what happened. He was running in circles!

"AHHH!!!! At this rate, I'll never get back to town! I'm going to die!" yelled Patch.

Patch threw himself down on the ground and started breathing slowly.

"Huff... Huff... There's only one thing left to do.. Chop this freakin' forest down!" yelled Patch. He stood up, got out his katana and ran to several different trees; chopping them down.

"Die! Die! Die!" said Patch repeatedly.

As Patch chops down the trees and bear comes across his way. Patch turns around and looks at the bear. Patch's eyes were wide-open, it was full of insanity and wildness. Patch points his katana at the bear and puts it near his throat and slides it to the left. The bear knew what Patch was about to do to it. The bear runs as fast as it can back to its home.

"Hold on, Mr. Bear! I only want to eat you!" yelled Patch while running after the bear with his katana in the air.

The bear runs, leading Patch to its home. The bear behind it while running and notices Patch wasn't there. It stops for a moment, taking a breather and then hears a voice.

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!" yelled Patch in a Tarzan voice.

The bear looked up and saw Patch spreading his legs and arms out, and was falling towards it. The bear dodges Patch and he falls to the ground with a thud. The bear runs away successfully.

"Ow..." said Patch.

Patch got his face off the ground and looked at the bear. The sight of the bear was about to be gone from Patch's eyes. He gets up and runs after it.

"OH-NO, YOU DON'T! I'VE BEEN CHASING YOU FOR TOO LONG TO GIVE UP!" yelled Patch.

Patch runs faster than the bear and was currently side-by-side with it.

"Heh-heh, you're so bear-meat." said Patch.

The bear looked at Patch in a mischievous way and runs a bit faster. Patch's face was full of curiosity and continues to follow the bear. The bear goes in a cavern and so does Patch. It was pretty dark, but luckily there was fire in there for some reason. The bear runs into the deepest part of the cavern and Patch couldn't continue any further, since he'll get lost in the cave. Suddenly, a loud roar echoed in the cavern.

"Uh-Oh.." said Patch.

Out came in the darkness was the bear.

"Heh-heh, ready to give-up?" asked Patch.

Along with the bear was its mother, which was two or three times bigger. Patch was grinning and was looking at his stomach. He got his katana out and was extremely happy.

"I'm going to eat you up first, Mama Bear... Then you, Mr. Bear.. A feast it is!" said Patch.

[furikuri]

Samuel wandered along the forest path, whistling a light tune as he sketched a bit in his book, careful to make all the dimensions exact. He let out a slight sigh at the prospect of no work on this island. It seemed there was already a journeyman metal smith in town, he was superfluous.

Kicking the dust a bit he mumbled under his breath, "Maybe I need a different carrier choice, every island so far has had a journeyman metal smith, sometimes even assortments of masterless apprentices!"

Continuing down the path he thought he heard something shouting from the forest, whatever it was it wasn't his problem at the moment. As he rounded a corner he came upon another man walking the other way.

"G'day sir," He announced as he came up to the man, extending his right metallic arm to the man for a handshake, "Samuel Clemmins at your service, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" From what he could tell the man was pretty awesome, a manly man to say the least, seeing as his body was covered in hair. A toothy grin split Samuel's face as he smelled the scent of salt on the man, perhaps he had found a vessel to get him off of this dreaded island.

[hellcats]

Meeting the man in retort, he shook with great strength and gusto. He wasn't sure why, but this stranger, this Hercules of men seemed almost humbling at the sheer ferocity of the youth he exuded. "Gentlemen," Chris announced in a booming voice, "Indeed I am in need of your services. It has been quite some time since I met another startlingly well preserved specimen of pure manlitude."

Drawing the souba at his side with blinding speed, Chris carved the tree behind him into three long strips down the length of its trunk. All the while, the two men subconsciously struggled to defeat one another in they're handshake. The muscles in Chris' arm bulged and tore at his clothing as his head snapped back to look at Clemmins. "Now, join me in this spectacle of strength, express your domineering youth through pitched combat with the surrounding flora!"

His Souba soared into the air with a mighty thrust as Lorelei was swung out from over his shoulder with a free arm. "Let us see who is the greater specimen this day," he challenged as a deafening sound rang out from Lorelei's barrel. Splintering ensued as a tree echoed with its collapse onto the two men below. With a grunt and a strained back, the large oak now stood atop Chris' head, balancing as his legs buckled and forced him down to the ground while his lower half performed the splits to maintain balance. The Souba fell into its sheath, held outwards in the free arm still remaining, the other still managing to maintain its hard gripping contest with Samuel. "What say you then," he questioned in a strained voice. His face was red, and his body quivered slightly, but with great determination he was managing to keep the mighty tree still with only the crown of his head. If just barely.

[furikuri]

The spectacle of the man in front of him, exuding what may be called mania, but to a fellow man was clearly evident as a conglomeration of acts to prove just how manly he was, much like bull buffalo have a stand off that requires them to never lock horns in actual combat.

Nodding enthusiastically to the man, his smile practically splitting his face in two, Samuel reached into his shirt with his left hand and pulled out a tube that he connected to his right arm.reaching back into his shirt he made a twisting motion to release the valve of his compressed air tank, adding 200 PSI to the strength of his already impressive robotic grip.

With that complete, Samuel Raised his left leg a bit off the ground and proceeded to fire of a small barrage of mortal shells into the base of a few nearby trees, each one weakening a tree so the other could knock it over, removing 3-4 trees from the forest. Looking back at the man in front of him, Samuel gave him a look that could be held as nothing more than the verbal statement of "YOUR TURN" and watched the man with evaluating eyes.

[hellcats]

Eyes shining like a million imploding suns! "Your grip is spectacular," stated Chris as he felt the pressure on his hand skyrocket. In response, he began to tense his muscles with extreme force, the flexing on his arm at such a rapid speed tore his shirt sleeve asunder, almost disintegrating the entire side of his shirt and vest. He arm now bulged, veins pulsed beneath his flesh as the two grappled for superiority. The battle was not over yet.

The massive tree still perched above upon his head was hurled into the air as Chris pushed himself from a split legged stance to a standing one. The great log fell, and with a single mighty swing of Chris' own skull, he split the oak in twain, both halves collapsing on either side. "I do believe its your turn," spoke the man with the blood covered face. The act of chopping wood with ones forehead was not to be taken lightly. The large swollen bruise that formed on his cranium was testament to the damage a tree of that size could do, but with great manliness came great responsibility. Chris could not simply sit idle and allow a fellow god of muscle be denied a challenge.

[furikuri]

Having pressurized his hand enough, Samuel twisted the Valve shut and removed the hand from his arm, looking at the man in a mixture of incredulity and astonishment, as well as a little disbelief. Grinning at the man's tree bashing efforts he stated, "Well, I'm not sure if I can top that, unfortunately I don't have a thick skull or a metal plate installed yet, but perhaps this will do.

With a loud click Samuel's hand popped off, still squeezing just as hard as before, the hydraulics having been well pressurized by now. Running at the nearest tree, Samuel lets out a shout and slams into it with his chest, the reinforced metal tank in his chest making quick work of the tree.

As it began to fall Samuel grabbed it and in a feat of strength threw it up. Another click resounded from his right arm as the integrated crossbow deployed. A quick rattling and a collection of bolts made a few notches in the tree. As it fell, Samuel's left knee and right fist stump make contact with the tree, splitting the remnants in three at the two stress points.

Striding back over the the man Samuel pushed his right arm back onto his hand, Shaking it vigorously. "Perhaps we could grab a bite to eat and a few drinks sir?" he inquired of the man-beast in front of him!

[hellcats]

A hearty laugh was followed by a strong pat on the mechanized man's back. Truly he had found a person worthy of his muscles and time. Chris could already feel his chest hairs brimming with excitement! "Indeed, I would like nothing more then to drown ourselves in drink together! Shall we proceed to the nearest tavern and turn it topside?" His voice was load and obnoxious, though it boomed with too much tenacity to dislike.

Upon letting go of his grip, the muscles in his arm receded, decreasing the girth of his appendage down to tolerable levels. Though the muscles and veins still bulged slightly from such excessive force only moments ago. "I came here looking for bandits hiding in the woods, or possibly pirates who might be sitting in port. I'm glad to have found something greater then such trivial matters." Taking up the lead, Chris began to make his way to towards town, that is until he realized why he was out here in the first place. Even after fracturing his skull and arm, he was left wandering the woods.

"Goddammit shit," he shouted as he repeatedly smashed his face into a nearby tree, indenting it with his chiseled features for decades to come. "Where the hell do we go to leave this freaking forest?!" All manner of confidence he exuded moments ago turned into anger and confusion at once, putting him right back where he started.

[furikuri]

Samuel grinned at the mans face to tree antics, before walking over and patting him on the shoulder. "Fear not my muscle headed friend, for I exercise the greatest muscle of all." Tapping his forehead, Samuel turned and smashed it into a rock. He then proceeded to pour some water in the face cavity and set a leaf afloat.

Running a small piece of metal along his arm to pick up a slight magnetic charge he placed it on the leaf, when slowly turned to point due north and south.

"Our freedom is straight through the woods in that direction!" He announced as he made his way towards the forest, removing the sparse trees that fell into his immediate path. "I could see how without a trick like that you may have been stuck here for a while, I myself only learned it when we were lost at sea on the way here, lord knows I can't find a ship to take me places for the life of me."

Stumping through the trees Samuel continued his discourse on the impossibility of finding a good ship, at some point segwaying the conversation into his need to find a new job, seeing as his current endeavors were currently over staffed.

[hellcats]

He felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he witnessed how easily Samuel corrected the situation. No amounts of headbutting, muscle flexing and chest hair growing could make up for a strong mind. This man was indeed a worthy opponent.

After listening to his repeated veiled suggestions of the need for transport, Chris decided to respond in the only manner suitable. A large impact like that of a hammer crashed into Samuel's back. Chris might have put a little too much force in the slap, but pain only made you a stronger man in the long run. "Say no more Clemmins. Your now part of my crew! If you don't wanna join and you really feel like your not cut out for it. Then get over it!" Chris had made up his mind, and nothing short of being killed was going to change that.

They walked on for several more minutes until they finally came to a clearing. Itching his head for a moment he thought aloud, "wasn't there a town here before? You know, people and houses and junk?" It seemed they had indeed left the forest as originally intended. Though the location they ended up in wasn't exactly they're intended route. "Now I may not be a navigator, but I'm pretty sure we're ass backwards."