Trixter Pirates Assemble: The Tale of the Girl who wanted to be Queen of the Pirates! (Open to anyone)

"So... Hungry..."

The silver haired girl stumbled off the fishing vessel she arrived on and groaned as she fumbled over to the hitch and slowly attempted to tie her ship to the dock. The town she stopped at didn't seem but that big, but enough for her to try and rest up and get some supplies for her trip out again. It took too long to get here anyway, The purple clad girl having lost her way from her poor navigation skills and having eaten out her supplies on the fourth day of her ten day long trip. Clutching her growling stomach, the girl wandered down the closest street as she looked at nearby vendors. Her mouth drooled without permission as she slowly whisked by a stall and grabbed something to eat and biting down without checking. Her eyes bulged out in disgust as she placed the Tomato onto the next stall of Apples, mumbling and giving her best face of disgust "Uggghhh, Why did it have to be Tomato..."

Bakura had been in town two days and had been well treated. Traveling alone he never had someone to watch his back or his stuff for that matter. But at least with his things people tended watch after his things almost as much as they watched him. When Bakura landed he had found a secluded place that other weren't like to dock. Especially if their boats were larger than a single mast row boat. Despite the seclusion he had still saw someone on the beach it was a older woman with glasses and hair that had not completely greyed. She looked startled when he walked up the sand beach and looked flustered as he made eye contact with her. Then she saw his open jacket and she nearly fainted. Bakura grabbed her by the hand and her heart rate sword. "Have you come to take me to heaven?" she asked.

"I need you..." Bakura flashed her a smile.

"Anything just name it." Closing her eyes she undid the scarf covering her neckline.

"Keep an I eye on my boat." Walking off he didn't look back he new that she would watch it like her life depended on it. Enjoying the beach air once more he covered his face. As he went into town in search of a hotel to stay in why he was on the island." Even if there weren't anything such as luxury hotels. He could at least find a bed.

Present Day.

Bakura had enjoyed a relaxing night and was in search for his morning meal. He had taken his custom made weapon with him, he took it everywhere after all it was his greatest treasure. So it wasn't about fighting it or using it just having it was piece of home. And a reminder to his ambition. Looking around it at first it made him all the more grateful for what he once had. But that thought didn't last long people were starving and this poor quality food was this island had to offer to those who afford it. Bakura saw this silver haired woman and that her to be one of the island locals a poor thief.

The Purple maiden groaned as she looked at a pub, pressing her nose up against the glass as she viewed the patrons inside drinking the expensive ale and some of the lucky ones eating a cold meal. She licked her lips and looked around... No Place for a stage, people don't look like the tipping kind... She could rob a store, but she wouldn't get much and that would be cruel... Her eyes looked around before spotting a fishing rod. PERFECT! She could catch her own food. The girl in the purple Top Hat looked around, before grabbing the pole in her hand and carefully started to move towards the alley, swiftly bumping into Bakura before running back to her boat with a smile on her face.

What a sad world we live Bakura thought.  But he wouldn't have the same trouble the woman did getting something to eat. Walking towards the building that the woman had decided not to go into she bumped into Bakura and walked past. Frowning he past it off as some pervy girl trying to get a cheap feel. Walking into the establishment he could help shake the feeling something was wrong.  Looking over his shoulder he decided to take a seat near the window and wait to be served. Pulling an extra chair close to him he placed he put his feet up placing his weapon in between the window and his chair.

A short stumpy with green glasses and hairy mole and a dirty apron with flats on walks up. "What" will you be having?'

(holy C this got away from me)

The girl hummed as she giddly waltzed back to the docks with her stomach growling and fishing rod in one hand and bag of coinage in her other hand. Good thing that odd looking guy didn't notice, He seemed somewhat tough and the poor girl still needed a new stave for self defence. That and navigation tools and a crew. The girl turned around to see someone nailing something on the board, she quickly skipped over to stare at a wanted poster. The poster showed a picture of a young girl crying at the camara with a star burned on her forehead. The girl frowned as she stared at it, both poster and young girl looking the exact same except for the bandanna on the girls head and the proper clothes she wore. Her eyes glimpsed at the poster:


Trix ripped the poster off and gave a long sigh as she turned around and beelined straight for her ship, bunny hopping on and casting the line out without bait. She hummed to herself as she watched the glowing shade of a large ship come in the horizon.

The Appearance

As he walk into the area he spot one weird looking girl jumping along the casting line.
Heading towards what seems to be a ship surely she can swim even if she can't she was about to learn. He study her as he seen one wanted poster ripped in half he grin as it read

Trix D. Chell

Devil Daughter

20,000,000 Belli

Picking both the ripper piece of paper up then place them together that girl on that line look just like the girl on the poster. He grin then said," Let fight!!!!!" He reach for his katana as he thrust it forward attempt to cut the blade in half completely!

(Utterly confused how you post it, So I will try to make sense of the confusion of your post)

Trix heard the call from the angry swordsman as she jumped slightly, defending herself with the fishing pole she had swung it like a sword back at the man. Her pole was sliced in half as she staggered backwards and held up her hands 'H-hey! No fair. I-I don't have anything to fight you w-with!' she quickly studdered and pleaded, hoping that her plee would be heard from the swords man. She quickly used her feet to move about on her boat to position getting her left sock off inside the boot, hoping that weird power thing could help her with this.