3 Pirates Meet: The Birth of a Pirate Crew (Serious)

Thor yawned, as morning time was upon the island he was staying at and it was time to try to recruit once again, although Thor's hope weren't high to say the least on finding a crew. For the past two months he had been slaving away in bars, town squares, saloons and docks, anywhere you could think of where a pirate would be, trying to recruit, but to no avail. He was starting to think he should have just overthrown the captain of his ex crew and used those men as his crew. But that was out of the question now since they were all dead....well no time to think about that is it? Thor rolled out of his bed on the fairly small ship he owned and opened the dresser, throwing on a white shirt with a checkered black and white shirt unbuttoned over it. He then put on cargo pants and his shoes and walked out the door, intent on finding members for his crew. Walking down the street Thor remembered the luck he had with this island, the horrible, horrible luck. He had gotten into a fight with another starting captain as he was apparently trying to steal his members, had bought 4 drinks for a women that said she'd think about joining the crew, but never did. He had other bad luck and this was all just on this island, this kind of thing had been happening ever since he started his crew.

Reaching the bar he was 'frequenting at' on the island, he sighed, hoping today would be different. The bar from the out side looked like and old house or something. The roof was worn out, and a few years away from it caving in, but since he wouldn't even be there to watch it happen, he didn't care. The outside of the building used to be painted but now just looks like plank after plank of wood strewn together to form something that resembles a building in the slightest. The door was a single piece of wood not decorated at all with a little dowel used as a doorknob (which isn't really needed as there isn't anything to actually keep the door closed). The door didn't even fit correctly in the hole made for the door, showing that the original door was gone, probably broken in a bar-fight of some sort. A plain, uneven looking sign hanging above the door said "The Eagle Tavern" in carved letters poorly colored in. Even now Thor still wondered how this place was in business. Sighing, he walked into the bar, pushing the door with little force, but because of its weird ass proportions it shot open like he had straight up kicked it. Walking into the bar, Thor stoped and looked at everyone

"Hey guys!" Thor exclaimed excited as he walked into the bar

He was met with lines like "Oi, its Thor!" or "Whats up Thor?" or "Who is that" which would either be answered with a "I dunno, I think he comes here often" most of the time. Sitting on a bar-stool Thor waited for the bartender to get him something. The bartender came, smiling as he always did. He was an older man, maybe in his mid 50's with greyish hair on the short side, an eye patch and some missing teeth. He was mid sized at about 5'9 and probably weighed in on the light side, but he was still a great guy. From what Thor had heard in the week, they called him "Happy Dave" because he was always cheery no matter what was going on.

"Hey buddy" laughed Dave "What can I get ya?"

"Just a drink, surprise me" sighed Thor, not really in the mood to decide

Looking at the bar from the inside, Thor could see how it was still in business. It was a friendly little place, 8 or 9 booths scattered around the place on the walls, a few round, two person tables in the clearings. Today was less active then usual, but there were still people there. There was an average looking man drinking with a women in the bar stools a few down from Thor's seat. There was a few shady looking men at a booth discussing something in whispers, probably plundering, and a few women having drinks at another booth, getting hit on by a couple of guys at tables. Dave came back with some sort of alcoholic concoction in his hand and smiled


"Here you are sir" he laughed, handing the drink to Thor, who took and drank it. It wasn't especially good or bad, but he knew one thing, he was ready to recruit.

Jack Blue Gato "Cat" is walking past the streets/ dirt roads to try and attempt to find a sword he had heard about around the city.. if it wasn't here it was in the next island which he needed to find. Jack took a look around, but found no evidence of marines anywhere NEAR this area, it seemed like Cat had just traveled through the seas for no reason, or rather hitch-hiked. It seemed like his self esteem was running low, he had saved his famillys entire fortune for the sword, it seemed like he had just wasted the trip he sneaked on.. now he needed a new Ship. He was unfortunately too lazy to actually go out and Steal a small boat, He barely managed to get himself up to even go ON the ship towards this island. He was wearing a Long sleeved white T-shirt with no buttons, it looked breezy inside it, he was also wearing Baggy long short pants that reached his Shins, of course the theme of him was to wear clothes that were bigger then him, his black hair has Blue tips that were natural colored, that included his eyelashes, his top hair stretched to his shoulders is Straight but the tips that are blue spike out.

Cat walks down the road and notices a bar, what better way to mope in ones sorrow then by drinking till ones content? he had to find out a way to another island but first was first.. he needed to relax, "The work could come later... " Gato walked inside the run-down bar, looking around he expected much less from what he saw in the outside, once he walked in he put an unessesary amount of force in the door causing it to slam against the wall. Usually in a bar an entrance like that means you are there to cause trouble, eyes shifted towards Cat and watched him with evil glares, it seemed like they were all going to jump him, but he stood his ground, His cutlass was dangling around his waist as he went and sat down. 3 normal sized men were looking at him, they started to bicker at each other in their round tables.. they seemed like they were discussing something relating to Gato, he had no bounty but he was indeed filled with alot of money.. something they were probably thinking. Gato ordered Food but the men proceeded to whisper, one of them finally yelled "HEY WHO LET LITTLE BOYS IN A BAR FOR MEN? HAHAHAHA!!!" the bar aparently found that funny, they were of course refering to Gatos clothes, they were too big for him, somcthing aparently in this sialdn meant you were a child trying to fit into someones clothing.. which was right.. After the laughter succeeded Cat got the bill for his food, "Nonono, those men over there colunteered to pay for me," the lady winked at him and brought them the bill, before Cat ran upstairs trying to get away from them. They soon followed of course, "IM NOT GUNNA PAY 2,000 BELLI FOR LOBSTER COME BACK HERE!!" Gato was running for his life.

2 days had passed since Xaldin had taken refugee on this Island. He didn't quiet remember HOW he got here. But he didn't want to stay here for long. Xaldin woke up in a pile of Hay that was currently half way gone due to horses eating the stack down. Xaldin frowned at the horse and said.

"..Why such a long face...Savvy?"

He got up and brushed him self off and checked his sides. He felt his handcannon he recently bought from a salesmen who he stole the money from in the first place. He then moved his other hand to the left and felt his Treasured Silver Saber that was given to him by his father. He sucked his teeth and took a step forward. As he did so, he accidentally stepped on a random snakes back. Startling Xaldin, Xaldin jumped backwards, doing so, it caused the Snake to lash back at Xaldin and attempt to bite him. Instead, The Snake bit the horse that stood ever so close to Xaldin. Xaldin then fell over the horse and it began running out of the stable. Xaldin just barely hanging on for sheer life. He couldn't get him self properly on the horse. He'd never ridden one before!

"..WAAAH..MOOVE...MOVE NOW OR BE TRAMPLEEEED.."

((You wanna join the crew tbl? or just rp in this thread))
Thor looked over at the man being chased, and decided to start there. He walked up the steps into the upstairs of the bar. The upstairs was filled with booths and tables and was more of the restaurant like area, as more people were eating food then drinking and all the men looked a great deal less trashy then downstairs. One table actually had the men wearing suits! Thor sighed looking at these men, rich, snotty pricks most likely, but now Thor was more focused on Jack. Walking up to him, Thor looked at him and grinned
"Having a little trouble paying for your meal?" he asked, then heard noises and looked out the window to see a man yelling on horseback, which confused Thor greatly, who then looked back to Jack "I'll pay if you want"

Cat ignored the man outside, he was now cornered, expecting the 3 men to undoubtedly kill him if he gave them a chance. Cat was of course scronny looking with the long baggy white shirt on, and the men were completely fooled into thinking he was nothing more then a weakling talking big. Cat of course had a hysterically serious face, his hand looked like it was far from the handle. Cat then had a very Lazy look when he saw Thor come in, he asked o pay for his meal which was very generous but not needed. "I would much rather these guys pay then someone that offered, if you dont mind." The 3 men took that into offense and ran towards Cat, attempting to slash him with their swords, of course Cat couldnt handle them on his own but he refused to give up. His sword was raised slowly as the first one came in, the sword quickly slashed downwards, as the man tried to stop it with his own sword it was quickly overpowered as he hit the ground face first, passed out. The other 2 men charged in Simultaneously, Cat was getting ready to defend, as there was no way of getting them both with an offensive strike. He waited for the attack to potentially wound him.. especially since he has not eaten in days.

"Ok" responded Thor, and then the man charged Jack

Thor winced, knowing the Jack fellow probably wouldn't survive, but what happened next surprised Thor. The man took out a sword of his own and overpowered the man. Thor looked at the man in shock, and now knew he would try to recruit him first, but at that moment he wasn't worried about that. He was worried about the other two men running towards them. Surely this man couldn't take them on his own. Raising his Jutte, Thor ran in front of Jack and one of the mans swords landed on his weapon, and he threw the sword off. He then took his sword, which then began resonating with some sort of aura and slashed it down, releasing the blue aura at the man, who toppled over as if he had been sliced by a sword.

Cat took advantage of the moment and attempted to move around the man helping him. he had taken care of the other man fighting with some sort of Blue aura, was this man a DF user? such a rare sight in the seas, especially in the south blue. Cat took his sword and attempted to slash upwards the last man coming in, he indeed enjoyed the feeling of his sword cutting his flesh. The man dropped from the shock of the slash now taking out blood from his chest, it seemed like Cat owed this man his life.. then again he did need a ride towards the next island, but his man doesn't appear to have a ship just by looking at him... but that blue aura..

"Hello, Cat is my name. I do believe i owe you a favor at the very least, any requests?" Cat said this in a very serious, yet relaxed tone. He had almost simply sat down in the ground they were standing on. But he was serious about what he said, before he asked any favours he had to make sure he gave this man a proper thank you.

Requests? Ha, this should be an easy join, but since his luck was so bad, Thor couldn't be sure. He sighed, hoping the man was a pirate.

"Nice to meet you Jack, my name is Thor. and well, there is one thing you could do." He said, nicely and saluting casually while introducing himself

Thor then took another look at the man riding down the street on the horse, laughing a bit, not really minding that he had just destroyed a man. He then turned back to Jack, looking a bit more serious and said with a low tone that sounded like he was about to tell a secret that no one knew.

"Jack, I have a pirate crew named the Destroyers at sea, would joining be out of the question?" he asked in the low tone, hoping to get a positive response.

What luck, the man that had just saved him was a captain. He had indeed found a great profetion for his powers, and there was an off chance that he had a ship he could sail on. Cat was thinking the offer over in his head, perhaps it is through this man that he could finally achieve his goal.. to become a legend. Cats face grew a slight smirk as he thought of this idea, on top of all the good sides to this, The captain might even help him achieve his CURENT goal to find the Sword that was made by a former Marine rich man. Cat had to find it, and it was obvious he could not achieve so on his own. Cat opened his mouth to respond to Thors question, "Sure ill join! but in one condition.. I know i owe you my life but its not worth living if i dont get this sword, it might be my only chance of getting it in this ocean." Cat waited for an answer, if he did in fact agree then he would have himself someone in the crew whom will stay loyal, even if he were ever to leave. Cat was Lazy, but not a traitor to his promises. he awaited for a responce.

After the "Sure I'll join" Thor was dumbstruck. How the hell had it been that easy?? But then he began talking about his sword, what luck! they could have fun and help achieve his goal. Looking at Jack he smiled "Welcome to the crew, and also your goal is mine" he said, sitting down in a booth ignoring all the rich ass pricks looking at him, jaws on the floor. He then waved to a waitress and smiled

"Hey, could you get us a couple of drinks?" he asked, looking at the waitress who blushed a little and nodded, then ran downstairs. Looking at Jack again, Thor sighed "So where is this sword?" he asked

(Hope it's OK if I join in...)

"Come sweety, stay away from him now..." a lady said to her 5 years old daughter. The daughter obeyed her mother but couldn't understand her, all she wanted to do was say hello to the funny man with the funny cloths. The 'Funny Man', was traveling down the street, with people keeping a safe distance from him to the left and right. He was used to this, people reacted the same way in all of the islands he visited since he left his home island, Las Espaninto. The man's name was Emillio De Santos, and his long and colorful poncho, along with his broad sombrero had the same effect on people as a gun had on birds - it scared the hell out of them. His thick foreign accent was no help at all, and as a result, he was walking on his own, followed by the loud metallic noises of belts and bullets clinging against each other. But he was not one to let this get hold of him, and he would have been as cheery and happy as ever if it wasn't for his empty stomach. He hadn't eaten in a day and he was desperately looking for something descent to jam into his mouth. Naturally, he picked a tavern as the first place to look for such a thing.

As he stepped into the tavern, all eyes turned towards him. "The third freak to get here today..." Someone whispered, referring to Emillio's cloths.
Emillio didn't pay any attention to the guy, for he was distracted by the noises that came from upstairs. He stepped towards the bar and was greeted by a happy gentleman. "What can I get ya stranger?" The guy asked, with no intention to offend Emillio's foreign origin. "I'll have the spiciest thing you have to offerrrrrrr!" He claimed, rolling his R with his thick Spanish accent. "Actually, make it double..." He said after hearing his stomach complaining. "Okie dokie!" The barman said, before he turned to his spice rack to look for the spiciest thing on the menu. "What's with the noise upstairs?" Emillio asked. "Some guy fighting some guys, the usual..." The man answered before entering the kitchen. That answer triggered Emillio's curiosity and he decided he'll get up there, as soon as his stomach will be saved. The bar spoke in whispers, trying to come up with a way to get the stupid foreigner out of their favorite dining place without meeting whatever metal objects the man carried under his poncho.

"Order up!" Dave shouted before rolling a plate with two well cooked pieces of meat, steaming with hot sauce and a bottle of cold beer to get the spicy mess down the throat. "Now be careful, this one is a spicy little beast!" Dave warned, but he was too late as Emillio already had the first piece down his throat. "Well spiced!" Emillio said, before pulling a flask out of his poncho. "But I eat my meat with a little morrrrrrrrre... Intensity, than you locals, if you don't mind" He said with a smile, before he splashed his remaining piece of meat with a special crimson sauce that bore a powerful smell that made your nose hurt if you smelled it from too close. He raised his glass of beer in the air and gestured to the shocked Dave, and then the rest of the bar who were busy eyeing him with excitement, waiting for his tongue to burst in flames, before saying "Cheerrrrrrrrrrrrs!" And swallowing the second piece of meat without any visible challenge. "You'rrre one extrrrraordinarrrrrry cook!" Emillio said before he rubbed his mouth with a napkin and took a handful of coins out of his poncho, leaving the counter with a fat tip. He then got up and walked up the stairs, trying to get a glimpse of the fight before it was over. "Than, thank you!" Dave yelled after him, shocked by the eating habits of the foreigner.

(if you wanna join our crew ^^)

Cat sat down on a booth that the new captain was sitting in, his first captain is a Strong DF user, this seemed like a very good day. He asked of the location the sword was hiding, it seemed like the Captain was really intent on helping him, this was a true test of strength and a hard fight they will endevour. Ex-marines with Guns and swords are a menice.. 20 Ex marines, in the other hand, with swords and guns were a very big problem. Cat decided to explain to him the situation that he heard in rumours. He waited for the waitress to bring them food, he was starving even after the Lobster he ate. He hadnt eaten in days. The waitress looked at cat and blushed, Cat didnt seem to notice.

"The sword is located in the next closest island, a small village inside it called Boar Town, its called that simply because they have Many boars inside the village and are eaten on a daily basis, they also have decent weapon smiths, which are ALL working on the sword i am telling you about.
There are 20 Ex-marines and a single sleeze ball making the village pay higher taxes.. all i know from him is that he's rich." Cat had given him the details needed for the Retrieval of the sword, thinking about having it seemed to inspire Cat to go and take it himself.. but 20 marines might be a bit too much for one man.. maybe even 2.

Thor listened to Jack and smiled a bit, this would be fun, but 20 ex marines and a rich ass dictator? he was going to need more people, and maybe he'd get more, I mean, today did seem like his lucky day.

"We will definitely be paying a visit to that island, but we'll need more members, so basically we need to recruit more" sighed Thor "And this bar seems to be a good place to start" he continued, then felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he saw the waitress with his drinks, which he thanked her for with a tip and began drinking, then looked over at a man who seemed to be looking for something, and was dressed strange. Thor got up and walked towards him, hoping he would soon have member number two in the bag.

"Hey need help findin' something?" he asked the man

Cat realized how realistic his captain appeared to be, but if they waited too long the sword would be finished and he would have lost his only chance of ever getting it. "One more thing.. the sword is almost completed, it took years to make it, itll be finished in but a few days, maybe a week. We need to hurry when we can." Cat after mudering these words got up and followed his new captain whom began talking to a strangely dressed fellow. Cat was indeed looking for more people to help them, so anyone would do. He made sure his cutlass laid dangling on his belt. He seemed like a normal man that had no intention or reason to fight, he stayed laid back on a wall gently placing his hand on his hilt. He looked spaced out while staring at the ceiling.

-Hmm.. that sword is gunna be a pain in the ass to get.. i wonder if i should tell him its made of... Nah its a good surprise that'll make the trip worthwhile. hehe i wonder how he'll react when he finds out what we're looking for-, Cat was thinking these things while dazing upwards towards the ceiling.

The moment Emillio reaches the second floor a man asked him for his intentions. "Well, the gringo behind the bar told me that a fight was going on this floor, thought I'll have some fun watching" He explained with a smile. The smell of the spicy sauce he had a couple of minutes ago was coming out of his mouth, making his breath tingling, almost spicy. His accent and clothing, once again, drew the attention of the costumers, who seemed to belong to a higher class than the commoners down stairs.

After scanning the room for a second, Emillio's eyes located the bodies of three knocked out customers. "Oh man I missed it!" He said. He was looking forward for a chance to blow some steam off, it has been a month since he used his guns on a moving target, his dream of becoming a famous gunman was progressing ever so slowly, with the only achievement he had was the bounty poster he had of himself. "I guess I'll have to look for some action elsewhere..." he said with a sad tone and turned to walk away. The costumers in the room seemed relieved when he headed for the stairs. But, as he walked away, his wanted poster, that he kept under his poncho fell to the floor and slid to the feet of Thor. It read:" Emillio "The Stupid Foreigner" De Santos, wanted for 10,650 Belis Dead or Alive" And was bearing a picture of Emillio holding a steaming revolver. He stopped and walked back to Thor, crouching to take his poster back. "Sorrrry 'bout that amigo" He said while picking the poster up.

A seemingly lifeless body washed upon the white sandy shore of the island.  Near the man's body floated a small life boat, one would think that it was what had been sailing on.  Maybe he was from one of the near by islands and got caught up in the storm.  However this was not the case, well most of it was not the case.  Yes it was true the man was sailing in that vary boat, and it was also true he had gotten caught up in a storm that caused him to end up in his current position.  However the assumption he was from a nearby island was way off, like another ocean far off.  The wet, cold, and still body of the man had been on the edge of the East Blue only a few days before.  

To tell the story of how the man got there we have to go back about one weeks time.  A calm sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing from an approaching storm in the distance.  Sailing on a slightly modified life boat the man with the orange shirt and blue pants look like nothing more than a speck of dirt compared to the huge and vast amounts of ocean surrounding him.  In a frantic panic the man scanned the area looking for an island to ride out the storm on.  This was an unsuccessful action that only resulted him in losing track of time.  Before he knew what hit him the sky went completely back and the wind picked up causing massive swells.  

As the wind blew harder and harder it's cause became more and more apparent.  A small vortex in the distance was forming making his problems all that more severe.  Albeit a small vortex miles away, it was still a sign that the storm was strong enough to form them.  Besides that there was a great amount of lightning, and being in a small wooden boat with a pole in the middle of it as well as being in the middle of the ocean wasn't a problem enough the man passed out.  I suppose you were expecting a epic story of the man fighting the storm in small boat.  Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's not going to happen.  Hell the man doesn't even know what hit him to knock him out.  

"Ugh, where the hell am I?" said Iken as he wiped sand from his faces.

Groggily the man picked himself up, the soft wet sand made it all the more hard.  Iken felt weak, and could barely manage to sit himself up.  However once he did he grabbed for the throbbing spot on his head.  Apparently something had hit him in the head during the storm, something made from wood.  Iken figured out that fact by pulling bloody splinters from his head.  Only once in his life had Iken ever felt this weak and that was when he nearly died after being used at a target for a bunch of marine marksmen.  

Lifting himself to his feet felt like a nearly impossible task to the soaked half dead man.  The soft and loose sand only made it harder, but again like before the man's will power proved to much.  He was able to stagger to his feet, he nearly feel backwards but caught his balance at the last moment.  Straitening his back out Iken scanned the area, the first thing he saw was the small town and the second was his ship floating there as if nothing had happen.  Iken scowled as the gloried piece of drift wood made it to the island in better shape than the person on it.  

Dragging himself towards the town his body felt 100 times heavier than usual.  This maybe partly due to the fact he had an extra 50 pounds worth of water drenching his clothes.  A thought of panic ran through his mind as Iken grabbed for his hip.  The exact opposite reaction went through him as he felt his sword was still firmly strung on his hip.  Closing his eyes briefly, Iken then reopened them before continuing on towards the small village.  

As Iken walked into the town he saw a small crummy looking bar.  It was the perfect place for him to get something to eat and drink in order to recuperate.  There was only one barrier keeping Iken from the inside of the bar.  That was a poorly made door that didn't fit the door way it covered.  With out the actual patients and an overall bad mood to open the door Iken drew his sword.  Two quick slashes and the door feel into two pieces as Iken walked into the bar.  This showy statement was more of a bluff, Iken really didn't have the strength to deal with a group of goons trying to jump him.  

Walking up to the bar Iken grabbed a bottle of whiskey and sat down on a tall wooden bar stool.  The bartender walked up to him and gave him a small shot glass.  Iken passed on the glass and drank directly from the bottle downing way to much way to fast.  The bartender looked at him with a smile.  Iken figured this type of thing happened all the time in this place and the vary reason the door didn't fit in the first place.  

"Ya want to order something?" asked the bartender.  

"Some meat would do...A couple pounds..." responded Iken.  

"How much cook and what kind of packaging do you want the rest wrapped in?" asked the man.

"Cook it all, no packages will be needed.  Just bring it quick and bloody." said Iken with his head on the counter.  

Moments later the bartender brought Iken his meat rare and quickly like he had asked.  By this time only a 1/4 of the bottle of whiskey remained, however it didn't seem to effect his mood.  Taking the four pounds of rare meat Iken dug in.  It didn't take him much time to finish his meal, and even less time to finish his booze.  A amount of loud noise coming from the upstairs area disrupted Iken's drunken nap on he bar.  With a death stare Iken got up from his seat and walked toward the staircase.  

Slowly walking up Iken ran into a waitress on the way up.  She dropped everything she was carrying.  Normally Iken would have bent over and helped her, but he didn't know if he could get up if he had.  Tears formed in the woman's eyes as she spotted Iken's sword.  She dropped down and cleaned up the mess before scurrying down the remaining stairs.  This made Iken feel really bad, she saw him as nothing more than a common pirate, something Iken hated with a  passion.  When Iken reached the top of the stairs he seen three men on the ground injured with sword slashes.  

Spotting the odd duck out wasn't the hardest thing to do.  The three men standing around as all the others stared at them were obviously the culprits of all the damn noise.  All the other men in the room were dressed up and seemed rich and snobby.  Iken was surprised that people like these would even enter a shitty building like the one they  were in.  Maybe there was another secret back entrance that the wealthy entered through.  After that Iken didn't care enough to put anymore thought into it.  The only thing he cared about was something obvious.  It was rather obvious that the three men that created all the commotion were pirates.  Now in Iken's mind the two men has just struck out, one they had woken him from his slumber, two they were dirty pirates, and three they were fucking pirates.  

"Hey scum!  Why don't you leave this establishment before I feel the urge to kill you all." Iken yelled across the room.

Suddenly Iken's fatigue left his body and in fact he almost felt weightless at that point.  Putting a hand on his sword Iken glared at the three men eyeing them carefully.  This sudden change would have seemed almost impossible only hours before.  What could have caused this burst of energy from the man?  Maybe the protein overload from the massive amount of meat he had eaten, or maybe the boiling hatred he felt for the pirates, or it could have been the large bottle of liquid courage he drank.  The final possibility could have been any number of the listed factors combined, not matter what Iken wanted to slice the men into bits.  Iken stood his ground waiting for the three men's reactions.

Crashes were heard in the staircase, making Thor whirl around to see a man with a sword at his belt yelling at them. Thor looked over at the man strangely and sighed. What had he done this time, the day was going so well too...

"Umm...sir are you alright?" asked Thor, concerned that the man was injured from how he was acting, then noticed the bodies

Thor then realized the man didn't know why the men were killed, and decided to inform him. He smiled, hoping they could get of on the right foot now that this was out of the way

"Oh" he said, looking at the bodies "We attacked in self defense, if its any consolation" he said

"Ha, thieving pirates claiming self defense? Ahahaha! Like I'm going to believe you? The only thing worse is a corrupt marine. You have worn my patience down to a bare minimum scum!" Iken surprisingly clearly for how much he had recently drank.

The once humorous maybe even silly situation of a drunk man yelling at a couple of pirate soon turned serious. In the blink of an eye the man was on the man that had spoken to him moments earlier. It was nothing he couldn't block or dodge in time, obviously he was faster than the average human. Iken seemed to be about twice as fast as the average human. What the real threat to Thor was Iken's strength, he was at least two and half times stronger than your everyday person.

"Black Slash"

The slash that Iken released from his sword created a shiny black streak in the air. If Thor were to try to block the attack he would notice a few differences from the average attacker. Like said before, Iken was stronger, but the user wasn't the most unique aspect. The sword it's self would feel much heavier in the hands of even an average user. He would also notice the sword would have no give what so ever. It was a sturdy sword that wouldn't break no matter the damage done.

Cat was on the side lines watching the drunk man talk as if they themselves were evil pirates, the things that confused him the most was trying to find out if the man really WAS drunk, as his voice seemed perfectly steady as he was speaking, yet his intentions were that of a drunk man. Cat was not about to let his captain get hurt because of something stupid,"Quick Slash" He used his equally fast speed to appear in front of iken once he got TOO near his captain, he then pulled out his sword and swung at him in the chest, if the attacker was going to slash the captain he himself would get Cut in the chest. "Captain let me take care of this man, his sword might be different.. but he is still just a drunken man."

Thor sighed a bit, it was obvious that making amends with this man was out of the question. He turned to Jack and sighed again

"Do as you wish" he said, hoping Jack wouldn't hurt him badly, I mean, he was drunk

((sorry for the pathetic post, im sick and tired....))

OOC: I wasn't looking to join...at least not just yet..

From a Distance. A woman's scream was heard by many. But what was the scream for? It was Xaldin, still failing to ride the shock inflicted horse. Although of now Xaldin was right side up on the horse. He couldn't seem to control it. Xaldin tried kicking the horse on his sides with great force. Though that back fired completely. Instead of calming the horse. It enraged it. The Horse then began running into the direction of a bar. Xaldin wouldn't be able to avoid going inside.

"......Oh booger.."

As the Horse began to grow closer to the bar in a sword duel. Xaldin readied him self. He stood on the horses back as if he were standing on a hang line in a circus. Xaldin then waited for the appropriate moment. He couldn't control the horse, so maybe he'd stop it instantly. As he balanced on the horses narrow moving back. He moved his right hand across the air and down toward his left side. He then placed his hand on the handle of his Silver Saber and took a firm grip on it. The horse then ran through the bar push open doors. Xaldin did a front flip off the angered horse. Xaldin flipped about 2 extra feet high into the air. Right when he hit the ground, he led his sword in a 20 degree angle upwards, pointing to the horses throat. As the horse ran towards Xaldin. He drove his Silver Saber into the horses thick throat. Killing it.The horses momentum was to great for Xaldin to push off in such little time. Xaldin then did a 90 degree spin to the left, while pulling his sword out at the same time. Xaldin then swung his sword out into the air as he flicked the blood clean off his blade as if it were thurally washed in water.

"...Well that was easier then I predicted..."

Xaldin then stood straight up and saw everyone looking at him in panic. The Bar tender turned towards him to see the damage that had been done. Xaldin smiled and then ran for the exit. But two large bodied men blocked his way. He then began running in place, then backwards, then quickly turned around and looked for a window. Sadly, there were none. The two men ran towards Xaldin as Xaldin ran towards the Liquor counter. He then jumped onto the Liquor counter while running and jumped onto the Alcohol bar. Although he got on top of the shelve safely. His body weight that he used to pull up onto the counter caused it to start falling. Xaldin then jumped from the bar and landed on the balcony. He looked down at the men, who where luckily trapped under the fallen shelve.

(We're inside a building on the second floor lol)

With Iken's level of perception he was able to notice the man despite his sudden appearance. The other swordsman was obviously faster than the average bear, maybe even as fast as Iken. Ducking down Iken slid on his knees past the foe doing a limbo like move to avoid the sword. As Iken reeled around attempting to stab his foe in the back. However long before he could preform the task, Iken fell backwards and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. With a thump Iken fell onto the ground finally getting the peaceful rest he needed. There the man laid snoring loudly, he looked peaceful and like he needed the sleep.

Edited

Emillio's excitement vanished in a second. He finally thought he'll get a chance to shoot some bullets, but his challenger simply dropped dead in front of him. "And they call me stupid, you locals are worse" He whispered. But, the drunken idiot did help Emillio to realize one thing: The two gentlemen who spoke to him were pirates! They were his chance! his chance to shoot again! He had to make his move, he couldn't miss an opportunity like this, he had to shoot something and fast!
"So you two are really pirates?" He asked, doing his best to keep his accent at bay. "I hope you don't have any marines after your tails, a few of us are trying to blend in" He said, pointing at his wanted poster that he was about to roll back into his poncho. "The name is Emillio De Santos, also known as the Stupid Foreigner" He said. He wasn't good with his words, but he tried to convey a certain massage, and that massage was: I AM A PIRATE AND I AM BORED! GIVE ME SOMETHING TO SHOOT AT!. He hoped the massage got through, not many pirates came to this island and he had to jump on the train before it left him, once again, with too many bullets and not enough heads.