Post by Cirrus on Dec 14, 2010 11:17:18 GMT -5
It was in West Blue. The Illusia Kingdom was where our hero would start his epic quest. The quest to be the greatest king of them all; the pirate king. So many would fall by the might of their forces. Their leader? A keen strategist cyborg that was literally as fast as the wind. The name of the new force was the Chess Pirates. Gathering in fame, they were ready to take on anything. Here, in the humble island of the Illusia Kingdom is where it would happen. A plan so cunning you could brush your teeth with it.
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"Hmm...they should be here by now." muttered a tall man.
He was dressed in bright orange and purple robes, and wore a crown on his head. The attire of a king. This man would be influential on the course of history, and every move he made would be recorded in the books. This man would gather his forces, and start the journey to becoming the greatest pirates that had ever lived. He wasn't in it for being a hero, or money, or wealth. Those three would come in time. No, Alek Sorenson was a pirate so he could achieve his dream. Becoming the pirate king was all that mattered to him; having nakama was just a bonus. He had worked with one of them before, back in the Grand Line on the Isle of GREED. It had been a long and tiring expedition; fighting mutant bears and a giantess was no mean feat. He wondered what he was doing now. His First Mate, the fishman, was a little bit reckless. Still, he had heart, and that was why Alek chose him in the first place.
Now here he was, tapping his invisible watch, slightly frustrated. He had sent out invitations, the exploits of those that caught his eye earning them a seat on his ship.
On that matter, he would have to find another ship. The one he had left GREED on was docked here in Illusia, but it was badly damaged. The haphazard navigating of the "Checkmate King" left a lot to be desired. They had encountered three storms. He would need a new boat, and probably a shipwright. There was a boat salesman just across the road, and Alek willed him to stay on his shift for a few more hours.
Alek looked out to sea, but saw nothing. The weather was calm, and the sky was cloudless.
"Maybe they need a flare..."
Alek raised his hand, and fired the bazooka in his arm. The shell arced in the sky, exploding at its apex. The explosion would be seen from all over the island. This would alert the marines, but as per usual Alek had already planned ahead. The makeshift flare would force his new nakama to hurry up or be left behind. The crew would have to steal a ship if they didn't arrive within two minutes.
"Now to get a boat." he said.
Since he had fired the flare in quite a large crowd, it was hard for onlookers to see who had fired it. This meant that everyone just scatterd, Alek included. He ran directly at the boat salesman.
"I need a boat and fast." he panted, feigning fear. "I gotta get out of here! What's your biggest boat?"
Alek was setting up the pieces.
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"Hmm...they should be here by now." muttered a tall man.
He was dressed in bright orange and purple robes, and wore a crown on his head. The attire of a king. This man would be influential on the course of history, and every move he made would be recorded in the books. This man would gather his forces, and start the journey to becoming the greatest pirates that had ever lived. He wasn't in it for being a hero, or money, or wealth. Those three would come in time. No, Alek Sorenson was a pirate so he could achieve his dream. Becoming the pirate king was all that mattered to him; having nakama was just a bonus. He had worked with one of them before, back in the Grand Line on the Isle of GREED. It had been a long and tiring expedition; fighting mutant bears and a giantess was no mean feat. He wondered what he was doing now. His First Mate, the fishman, was a little bit reckless. Still, he had heart, and that was why Alek chose him in the first place.
Now here he was, tapping his invisible watch, slightly frustrated. He had sent out invitations, the exploits of those that caught his eye earning them a seat on his ship.
On that matter, he would have to find another ship. The one he had left GREED on was docked here in Illusia, but it was badly damaged. The haphazard navigating of the "Checkmate King" left a lot to be desired. They had encountered three storms. He would need a new boat, and probably a shipwright. There was a boat salesman just across the road, and Alek willed him to stay on his shift for a few more hours.
Alek looked out to sea, but saw nothing. The weather was calm, and the sky was cloudless.
"Maybe they need a flare..."
Alek raised his hand, and fired the bazooka in his arm. The shell arced in the sky, exploding at its apex. The explosion would be seen from all over the island. This would alert the marines, but as per usual Alek had already planned ahead. The makeshift flare would force his new nakama to hurry up or be left behind. The crew would have to steal a ship if they didn't arrive within two minutes.
"Now to get a boat." he said.
Since he had fired the flare in quite a large crowd, it was hard for onlookers to see who had fired it. This meant that everyone just scatterd, Alek included. He ran directly at the boat salesman.
"I need a boat and fast." he panted, feigning fear. "I gotta get out of here! What's your biggest boat?"
Alek was setting up the pieces.