Island Water Seven

[Lamby]

Along the Open Ocean and to the Seas...​

Bill had made the first move, hurling his harpoon in such a way that Geck'O could grab ahold and launch himself at the giant sea-beast. Instead, the reptilian had released the chain after being carried over the waves a short ways. Bill's harpoon was harmlessly reflected off of the blue serpent's durable scales. Sweet watched the disastrous attempt at a first strike against the sea-king, drawing its full attention to the ship and the crew helming it. A pang of adrenaline rushed through the fishwoman as the beast's eyes caught hold of them all. With three full-strides of her lengthy legs carrying her to the very front-edge of the Cotton Blossom's bow and then a long leap into the air to gain the distance needed to strike at the monster.

Sweet's chain-adorned arm reeled back accompanied by the choir of chain-links that always accompanied her weapons' movements- Then, after sending a dark coating of haki down the length of her chain, with a mighty heave forward she sent the chain in a straight line directed at the mighty chin of the Gyarados whilst she reached the apex of her jump. "Chain Shot!" Sweet exclaimed.

"WAIT! LET ME HAVE IT'S TOOTH!" Shouted the Gilded Pirate-Knight. His attention had been frequently bounced about in such a short instance, a harpoon flicked off the skin of the Beast and comedically splashed into the ocean and what followed was an angry aggress done by the predatory Captain he had known as Sweet. His scattered mind delayed his own aggress for he had suddenly remembered... Bill! He had gleamed over the sounds of his favored friend for the Sea Beast was to priority!

"Shredder!" He called to his Robot Companion who had perched within his crown. "Go to my Quarters and fetch Bill his Cannon and Swiftly, I want to get my hits on the beast and extract it's genetic make-up!" He commanded. With Haste, Shredder backhandsprung right off his head, it's boots slammed into the deck. It's feet creaked the wood as it ran down to halls of the boat.

"BILL, Old friend!" Shouted the Gilded Knight, he squatted down low and broke his fighting pose. He grabbed his gauntlets and flung them to the side. "I have a gift for you! Expect it in T-minus 15 seconds!" He yelled once again before leaping off the boat! His movements were swift and he soared similarly to that of a Fighter Jet; the air rippled and roughened and quakes of shockwaves filled the Sky.
@Magimasterkarp

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Echoes loudened, his approach to the beast was innately swift and unhindered; thanks to his New Limb Enhancers he gained a new and Unique Attribute; He could traverse the Sky with Relatively no issue! Gerald was effortlessly jumping throughout the sky, he loved his new invention! His Speed pushed his excitement into even greater heights, his confidence gleamed and the fruits of Piracy began to Show within the Heart of this Floridian.

"The make-up of this beast is unusually unique and for that I must reward it..."

"...Kind Round of Applause!"
Speeding throughout the Sky like a Jet effortlessly closing the distance between both it and himself, He bounces himself about; a total of 7 Consecutive jumps, about it's body before launching himself right above it's head. His Arms increased in both Mass and size and their texture shifted to a Liquidy Paste... It was sweet, terribly sweet so much so the concentration of Glucose burnt! Gerald Hardened the Palms of his Cream Appendages right before bringing them together, to slam the Beast right in between his palms!

Spoiler: DPR

Gerald Surges cream from both his arms and creates two gigantic Cream arms with their palms largely wider than the forearms. He coats their palms in armament Haki and "Claps" his palms onto his opponent generating a massive shockwave upon impact and covering the opponent in searing, sugary-sweet cream!
DPR B: 61 Devil Fruit Mastery
(Moderate burn: using the burned parts hurts and will cause slight extra damage each turn (D rank). lasts for 3-4 turns.)
(Shockwave Range: 40 Meters)

Attack Potency: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level+ B(2) + Hardening(1) = 120: 5. Town Level

"TEREH-HI-HI-HI-HEH!" He Loudly cackled!

Just then, Shredder returned from Gerald's Quarters carrying a strange Object. "BILL!" It replayed, a brief and highly editted snippet of Gerald's words. It yelled to Grab Bill's attention and to hand the man his Gift.

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In the Hustle and Bustle of Water Seven!

"I find it Odd that this City's filled with a surplus of water. Mom said that it was about time that I'd come off of Floridia, as a Kata my Journey was bound to begin somewhere." Commented the strangely dressed Purple Ninja. For some odd reason though he'd positioned himself above the buildings perching on a rooftop overseeing the events of the Dull City. It seems he had arrived some time before; but unless specifically asked we have no information as to how.

"She also said that if I manage to Find the Hot-Dog Suit... Bring it Home."

 

[Magimasterkarp]

Bill was satisfied with his actions. The lizard had grabbed on to his chain, but he had let go of it again before reaching the ugly sea beast. The harpoon, which had been swung to crash his crewmates weight into the apparition, bounced off its scales harmlessly as it hadn't hit it point first.
Still, Bill had casually made a first attack against the sea monster, so he felt that he successfully covered his initial shocked exclamation. If only Lézard had held on to the harpoon to see through his attack, he could have made a joke along the lines of "Look at 'im go, 'es an eager little lad, ain't he?"
So instead he resorted to just shouting at the poor guy: "Ye scurvy coward, why'd ye let go? Now ye gotta swim back to tha ship!" While he started hauling his chain back in.
From behind him, a streak of blue and a rattle of chains connected towards the sea monster like a bizzare return stroke too fast for Bill to follow, a sign that Sweet Einsauer had entered the fight. Mikami, the nearly giant crew member, and thus the second hardest man to feed in the crew, also joined the fray, making the planks creak under his weight as he moved athwartships to fire what had to have been a small siege engine at some point.
It was probably safest not to get in the way anymore. The easiest way to become an old sailor is to not die while you are a young sailor, and Bill had quickly learned (from outside observations, of course) that multi person melees and guns made for an incredibly unsafe combination.

Just then, his old aquaintance Gerald shouted something to him before jumping overboard towards the danger zone:

"BILL, Old friend!" Shouted the Gilded Knight, he squatted down low and broke his fighting pose. He grabbed his gauntlets and flung them to the side. "I have a gift for you! Expect it in T-minus 15 seconds!"

The young adventurer soared over the ocean, when suddenly his arms produced a white substance that slammed into the despicable sea beast. What a grotesque ability. Bill had heard about people being afflicted with a curse, foolishly believed to be the result of eating a "Fruit of the Devil" by more gullible landlubbers. They would never be able to swim again, and be cursed with an Eldritch talent. Bill of course knew Devil Fruits were a superstitious myth. But sometimes agents of hell made deals with mortals, promising things like supernatural guitar skills or immortality, in exchange for their ability to swim and little pieces of their soul. Bill knew all about it from following the adventures of Captain Keith Richards.
Bill was aware that Gerald was a strong swimmer, usually a sign of bad luck in a sailor, but if he had taken the Faustian bargain, he would sink like a rock. And as his friend was precariously attacking the sea beast over the water, he shouted:
"Gerald me boy! Holler if ye fall inna water, I'll throw ye a lifeline!"

"Bill" he heard behind him, from a small metal man imitating the voice of the young Floridian. It held out something which seemed familiar.

"Did ye make a metal Golem, Gerald? What be that in 'is hands? Is that me popcorn hammer? What did ye do with it?"
He picked up the strange device from the hands of the miniature delivery person, a roughly pear shaped cast iron contraption with a pressure valve on one end, and a wooden gun stock at the other. The entire thing was surrounded by metal wires.
"It be lookin' like a real cannon now! When did ye take it ta tinker with it? I ain't notice much but the fridge this week."
He stuck the clearly dangerous weapon into the safety of the front of his pants and focused on the battle out at sea. He owed Gerald one now, and it wouldn't do if he let him drown because he wasn't paying attention.

@Emperor Cross

 

[lophole]

Oroshi sighed as he turned away and began walking away. He strolls around the shipwrights island when he hears a faint roar in the distance *Huh? What was that? Sounds like... a sea beast!?* His eyes widen as he realizes the source of the notice. "I need to get there quickly!" He shouted with worriedness in his voice. He dashes towards the other side of the island, kicking up dust as he does so. He runs as fast as he can. * I need to hurry! Innocent people could get hurt* is all he could think. He got closer to the shore and could hear​

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

*A cannon shot? Is that the Navy? Oh no, what if it's pirates!?* he thinks in a panic. The thought of more danger makes Oroshi more afraid but determined. As he gets closer, his face goes pale as he sees the monster and the jolly Roger of the pirate crew.

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Spoiler: stats

55 x 5 = 275
Strength: 55 (35+10 Human +5 MA)
Agility: 73 (61+10 Human)
->Reaction Speed 73
-> Movement Speed 73
Vitality: 71 (61+10 Human)
-> Durability 71
->Stamina 71
Martial Arts: 51 (36 +15 Human)
->Fencing 102
Haki: 75
->Armament (Offense) 75
->Precognition 75

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[Dream]

WATER SEVEN - # 4
@Einsauer @Emperor Cross @Infinity @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

The Atrocious one was right before and on the Sweet Pirates, despite the earlier attacks between the Sea Beast King and the Sweet Pirates, which in fact had riled the beast more. Upon the harpoon fired at it's thick scales didn't realise one was shot with the harpoon itself as it ricocheted off the scales and then fell into the dark sea as it roared infuriated.

The predatory instincts of Gyarados alerted it to the captain, whose movements caught its attention but so did another with the sounds of thudding but Gyarados eyes flared crimson as it reared its head back with light forming in its mouth as it then hurled forward a devastating beam aimed at the ship's mast.

Spoiler: Atrocious Beam

Gyarados Str = 61 = DPR A + 3 = Town Level

Result = Einsauer's attack is Mountain Level but it matches with Gerald's strike
Attack is 2 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 3~DPR
Result of DPR = .City Block Level headed directly at Gyarados
Gyarados Perk = Reduces attacks by -1 DPR
Post Perk Damage to Gyarados = Large Building Level

Gyarados Dura = 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Result of DPR = DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Upon all attacks colliding it would flicker the air as a sonic boom flared before Gyarados with the chains knocking the Sea beast backwards. Gyarados upon impact would appear to slither back into the depths, for now, the Sweet Pirates had won temporarily but what they didn't realise the attack had in fact pissed the beast off more.

 

[Einsauer]

Upon all attacks colliding it would flicker the air as a sonic boom flared before Gyarados with the chains knocking the Sea beast backwards. Gyarados upon impact would appear to slither back into the depths, for now, the Sweet Pirates had won temporarily but what they didn't realise the attack had in fact pissed the beast off more.

The segments of Sweet's chain recoiled to her arm with a strong tug at the metal links. She paddled with her feet at the surface of the ocean, watching the sea-snake carefully as it slithered away back into the water below. The captain turned her attention to the red-scaled lizardman doggy-paddling in the water.
She tossed a lasso around his waist and another around the Cotton Blossom's bowsprit. With a yank of her arm she launched herself up over the side of the teal pirate ship and onto the deck. She landed, holding Geck'O Lardez like a book under her shoulder before somewhat gracefully dropping him to the hardwood planks comprising the Cotton Blossom's deck.

The fishwoman looked up to Gerald with clear confusion on her face. "Since when can you do that?" She asked incredulously whilst pushing the wet hair from her eyes.

The Cotton Blossom carried the crew closer and closer to the 'Capital of Water'. Sweet looked around at her confused swabbies and clapped for them to ready the ship for arrival while she awaited a response from her scientist. @Lamby

Suddenly, the door leading to the crew quarters kicked open. The ship's musician emerging with a bewildered look resting on his face:
"What's the ruckus bros?" He asked, clearly annoyed to some degree. "Shelly and I were trying to catch some Z's..."

The majesty of the city was now looming right before them all. Johnny, was immediately struck by the scale of Water Seven upon processing the outside world.
"Woahh~" He exclaimed. "This place is tubular."

"HO HO!" Mikami chimed in excitedly, pistol still unholstered. "NOW THAT'S BIG!"​

"I've seen bigger." Gochi added bluntly, eyes covered with the thick fabric of his hat.​

Sweet, too, was impressed by the sheer scale of the city up close. She looked to the canals sprawling through the city, passages poking to the outside. "We'll be able to squeeze the Blossom into a hiding spot somewhere in there." The pirate captain remarked to her crew.

"Welcome to Water Seven."

 

[Lamby]

"Well... Well..." Muttered the Gilded knight, much to his surprise; The Creature had posed an even greater threat than one would have imagined, It reeled it's had back a spewed a powerful yet strange beam... Was this Water? Was it a compressed canon of Air? Or was it... Magic? Whatever it was, it ferociously collided with Gerald's attack the attacks simply cancelling each other out, the recoil from the collision had deflected the Gilded Knight, sending him flying back from hence he came. He flipped himself mid-air, kicking the air sequentially as he attempted to soften his momentum, He landed on the Rim of the Ship!

The fishwoman looked up to Gerald with clear confusion on her face. "Since when can you do that?" She asked incredulously whilst pushing the wet hair from her eyes.

He faintly heard as he landed, "Huh? Oh! After we'd conquered the feral Island Eater I returned to my quarters. I had a fruit on my desk and right as I sat down ready to work I bit it; Long before we encountered the gigantic fish ut morphed right before my eyes! Swirls appeared, it's colour shifted and it magically deformed before my very eyes. To test if it was still good, I took a bite out of it and luckily... I didn't end up with food poisoning. TEREH-HI-HI-HI-HEH!"

The Cotton Blossom teetered and inched closer to the grand city of Water Seven, the bright sky and beautiful sun gleamed and beautified the water based island. Gerald's eyes had no choice to fall upon it, His small robot scurried along; It bounced across the Deck as it reached for the Knight's gloved and slept up his cape reaching his head. "Don't forget your Gauntlets." It said to him.

"Ah Yes! Thank you Shredder."

Sweet, too, was impressed by the sheer scale of the city up close. She looked to the canals sprawling through the city, passages poking to the outside. "We'll be able to squeeze the Blossom into a hiding spot somewhere in there." The pirate captain remarked to her crew.

"Welcome to Water Seven."

"What exactly are we doing here? The Cities Infrastructure is definitely intriguing but what does it holster?" He inquired, dropping down from balancing atop the rim of the ship. His heavy armor creaked the deck would and softly shifted the ship.

 

[Magimasterkarp]

The sea monster had retreated from the vicious assault from the Sweet Pirates, who were one by one returning to the Cotton Blossom. The Captain pulled herself and the lizard back on board with her chains, while Gerald landed on the railing, blown back by the blast of the ugly sea beast and his own blessed flying boots.
Seeing the Golden Pirate standing so precariously on the edge of the ocean, Bill spotted an opportunity for good natured mischief and came over at the maximum speed a nonchalant saunter allowed. Just before he arrived, though, Gerald had already jumped off the railing.
Still finishing what he ostensibly came over to do, Bill slapped Gerald on the back, giving him a cheery:
"Ya done good out there, kid!"

"What exactly are we doing here? The Cities Infrastructure is definitely intriguing but what does it holster?"

"Aye, I bin here before, practic'ly know the place like the back of me own hands. I c'n show youse guys around."

It has to be noted that Water Seven is build on sinking loam, but what it is mostly build on is more Ankh-Morpork Water Seven, with new houses being constructed on top of the sinking old ones. The last time Bill was in Water 7, waiting for a ship to be constructed, was two layers ago.

"We'll be able to squeeze the Blossom into a hiding spot somewhere in there."

"Oi Cap'n, thar used ta be a place called Scrap Island near 'ere, we oughta be unperturbed fer a while. No mans land with naught fer jurisdiction. Ideal fer pirates what don't want ta raise a ruckus."

Over in Water Seven, in a street that Bill wouldn`t recognize, a hangover was woken up by its man, and after an accidental bath in a canal, went on to work to secure its continued existence.

 

[Dream]

WATER SEVEN - # 5
@Einsauer @Emperor Cross @Infinity @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp ​

With the Sweet Pirates dawning upon Water Seven, they'd note the clouds were more dispersed as light illuminated downwards with the sun beaming down bringing the temperature upwards. Yet despite all that work was still going on, as steam erupted to indicate it was now lunchtime as some continued working with the sound of hammering, sawing, cranes moving, and some yelling still being heard.

The ship that earlier capsized had now been successfully traced as a rescue ship sent down a few to position to bring the ship back up to investigate its demise. Whilst we dawn away from the outwards of the shipyard docks, and made our way up where still a waterfall would dawn outwards yet water remained in some canals but life was blooming with shops, boats, and life.

Heading back out as the sound of steam erupting in the oceans outside Water Seven, as the sound of clackity clank as a train was returning. The trio who were at a station out in the ocean had finally were aboard with the Sweet Pirates who'd happened to witness the rare train heading towards the island.

 

[Emperor Cross]

She tossed a lasso around his waist and another around the Cotton Blossom's bowsprit. With a yank of her arm she launched herself up over the side of the teal pirate ship and onto the deck. She landed, holding Geck'O Lardez like a book under her shoulder before somewhat gracefully dropping him to the hardwood planks comprising the Cotton Blossom's deck.

Geck'O had been underwater for a bit. He had preferred it over fighting the big snake. He only went above surface when the monster went away. The pirate saw the distance and imagined how strong was that asshole that threw him. It was going to take some time before he regained the Cottom Blossom.

At least that was what he thought before a lasso found itself around his waist and he sent him fly!ing back to the ship. He crashed into the ground but the sight of the Cap'N made him giggly and a little bit proud. She saved him, she had thought of him... But it was to late, the damage were done already. She wasn't going to win him over after her numerous betrayals. Especially when she did not even take the time to check if he was alright.

The red lizard jumped on his feet and slowly evaded from the scene. He climbed to the nest, took his little bundle and ran into the city. It was time for Geck'O to be big boy. He wasn't going to grow with the stupid Cap'N and the assholes with her. He was destined for bigger things. That piracy life wasn't made for him. He wasn't worried, the old man would find a new job for them either way. He wasn't worried so he ran and kept going without turning his back to look at them.

 

[Einsauer]

"Oi Cap'n, thar used ta be a place called Scrap Island near 'ere, we oughta be unperturbed fer a while. No mans land with naught fer jurisdiction. Ideal fer pirates what don't want ta raise a ruckus."

Sweet took in Bill's words and moved along the side of her ship, her icy cold gaze washing over the partially man-made coast of Water Seven. The pirate ship sailed closer and closer to the edge of the island-city, preparing to dock in a well-hidden area. She glanced over at Bill. "Sounds good."
The ship would continue to survey the perimeter of the city until Bill gave would to dock, the Sweet Pirates would arrive through Scrap Island.
Unfamiliar sounds of a train rushing across the ocean met the ears of those aboard the Cotton Blossom...
@Magimasterkarp

As the fishwoman turned away from her cook she was met by three more unfamiliar faces who had (from Sweet's perspective) suddenly materialized behind her:

Sweet was simply wishing to reach her destination without any more incidents or unexpected crewmembers hopping aboard her boat.

The harpoon-nosed sea witch seemed to gloss right over the foreign faces for an instant, Sweet was seemingly slowly being conditioned to seeing random faces appearing on The Cotton Blossom at unpredictable intervals. Her eyes snapped back to the old woman, the little girl and the rabbit that had suddenly appeared on her ship. Her lips scrunched, a scrupulous look being worn.
Sweet Einsauer looked up into the sky for a moment. "Where do these people keep coming from?" She rhetorically asked the sky above, she was including the newcomers such as Bill, Johnny and Gochi into the mix of random characters appearing on her boat as well.

Sweet looked back down at what seemed to be a grandmother and her granddaughter. "Residents of Water Seven, I presume?" She asked with a faint air of disinterest underlining her outwardly polite demeanor.
@Dream

He climbed to the nest, took his little bundle and ran into the city.

During the confusion, Lezard snuck off completely unnoticed by the sharp-nosed captainess.
@Emperor Cross

 

[Lamby]

Seeing the Golden Pirate standing so precariously on the edge of the ocean, Bill spotted an opportunity for good natured mischief and came over at the maximum speed a nonchalant saunter allowed. Just before he arrived, though, Gerald had already jumped off the railing.
Still finishing what he ostensibly came over to do, Bill slapped Gerald on the back, giving him a cheery:
"Ya done good out there, kid!"

"Who're you calling a kid, I'm 37 years old." He replied, a jolly chuckle erupted from the mask of the Gilded Knight. He felt proud of what he did thanks to Bill however his playful teasing gave him quite the scare there as he hadn't anticipated such a reaction from his old friend. Shredder dropped Gerald his Gloves, "Wow there!" He uttered; he hadn't noticed that his robot had done so, his palms wavered, slipping about the descending armor pieces; Whoosh-Whoosh! After two consecutive swipes he manages to grab them, the first was a strong miss as he had only just registered that they had fallen however the second grab was where it all shined!

His arms were mixed and crossed since he had used both hands to catch the Gauntlets.

"Aye, I bin here before, practic'ly know the place like the back of me own hands. I c'n show youse guys around."

"The Infrastructure is definitely interesting but that's not the main projection of my focus, I wouldn't mind venturing the streets; see what we can find." He said, lifting himself his cape(s) swayed as he adjusted his gloves to hang from his large puff. Gerald's arms were exposed! They seemed quite soft for a fighter, his pale skin warmed as the bright sun slapped his skin. His veins were pulsating thanks to the rush given to him by the intrusion of the Sea beast. He turned about and faced the Captain; he rested his hand on Bill's shoulder. He scanned the Deck of the Ship, It was the usual crew members; the Swabbies, Mikami, A Neon-Haired Sea witch, a Girl and a blue rabbit and then Sweet. Though Gerald felt he had forgotten someone... Wait... Neon-Haired Sea Witch, Girl and a Blue rabbit?!

The harpoon-nosed sea witch seemed to gloss right over the foreign faces for an instant, Sweet was seemingly slowly being conditioned to seeing random faces appearing on The Cotton Blossom at unpredictable intervals. Her eyes snapped back to the old woman, the little girl and the rabbit that had suddenly appeared on her ship. Her lips scrunched, a scrupulous look being worn.

It's an odd phenomena but The Cottom Blossom seemed to have attracted exceptionally... "Eccentric" Individuals; First Gerald, then Bill, Then Johnny, then the Shark Boy Gochi. Who knows maybe even this odd trio would sail aboard the Cotton Blossom, annoying Sweet and going on adventures!

Sweet looked back down at what seemed to be a grandmother and her granddaughter. "Residents of Water Seven, I presume?" She asked with a faint air of disinterest underlining her outwardly polite demeanor.

"They're much different than Floridians, their body shapes are more "Interesting"", He had mentally noted, Gerald had gone completely silent. Not only had he expected a proper explanation, but something about their figures told him that they're more than what meets his eyes.

 

[lophole]

The swordsman stared at the ship, his mouth wide open. He looks at his hand; it's shaking; whether it is fear or excitement is still unknown. *they defeat that thing?! Not good! I don't want to deal with a pirate, let alone a whole crew!* He is lost in thought when he notices someone sneak away from the ship. He watches this person and then soon follows him at a distance *I need to keep an eye on this guy to make sure no one gets hurt*​

 

[Magimasterkarp]

"Who're you calling a kid, I'm 37 years old."

"Wahaha, when ya get as old as me, all o' ya be squirts ta me."
Bill answered his crewmate. He could barely even remember his 37th year. It must've been that year he spend sailing on that merchant ship transporting fine wines, or his time as a sellsword in the succession war on Headbutt Island. He still had the tattoo designating him as a member of Prince Noggin's army on his left shoulderblade. His sister, Princess -now Queen- Crania was a real piece of work. The tattoo of her army was on the other shoulder.
It seemed that Captain Einsauer agreed with his proposal to land on Scrap Island. Bill knew that it must be just a bit clockwise around the main island. He held out his thumb to gauge the Cotton Blossoms bearing and where they needed to go. He yelled out:
"15 degrees to port!"
He had long ago figured out that if you shout an order authoritatively enough on any sailing vessel, surely someone will carry it out. With satisfaction he heard someone near the helm repeat his order.
Navigational duties fulfilled for now, he turned his attention back towards the deck of the ship, where it seemed like the Captain had found a group of stowaways. A girl, her cat and...
He pulled his fishing hat off, slicked back his white hair and put it back on. He opened an additional button on his hawaiian shirt and twirled the ends of his moustache. With is swash as buckled as possible, he swaggered over to the group.
"Aye, Cap'n. T'would seem we caught some stowaways, eh? Want me ta guard this young lady and 'er sister 'til we make land?"
The nose of his spearfish harpoon stabbed into the deck, Bill struck a casual yet confident pose.
Surely the crew could avoid smashing into an island without him continuing to call out new headings, right?

 

[Infinity]

Water 7 #3
@Dream @Magimasterkarp @lophole @Lamby @Einsauer @Emperor Cross

Aro's admiration of the female pirate was cut short by the sudden sound of cannon fire. The shots echoed throughout the city, originating from the outskirts of the island. The shipwright closed the newspaper quickly, his curiosity was immediately piqued. The large man jumped to his feet, crumpling the paper in his hands before throwing it to the side.

"Sounds like something interesting is happening. Would be fun to check it out..." He said to himself with a mischievous grin.

With that said, made his way out of Dock One as quickly as he could, not wanting to deal with an unnecessary scolding from Tilestone's microphone mouth. He carefully followed the canal before cutting through a alley, one of his shortcuts to reach the docks as fast as possible. Along the way, he would stop near a boarded up house that once belonged to old lady named Mrs. Till. She had passed away not too long ago, after suffering from a heart attack. Most of the residence of this part of the city knew her well and had nothing but good things to say. But not Aro. You see, for some odd reason, Aro and the old lady could never hit it off. She hated the man's guts for no other reason than him giving her a bad vibe. Still, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He blamed himself for her death in a way, afterall the argument they had the day before she died was the worst one yet. He could still remember her eerie words as clear as day.

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"You brute! You knocked over my flowers with your big, lumbering body! Why don't you stop using this area as your personal short cut!"
"Listen lady...I'm getting real sick of your harassing me at this point. Why don't you move your flowers away from the passage way next time? I'm sick of you picking on me!"
"And I'm getting sick of seeing you rushing through here willy nilly! Whenever you do, you give my old heart a scare!"
"I don't care! Maybe it would be better off if you do, would be more peaceful for me!"
"You disrespectful fool! That's the last straw! I cast a curse upon you! You hear me!? A month from now, you will transform into what you really are! A dog, a massive giant smelly dog! You'll regret this day!"
"Ah drop dead! You crazy old hag!"
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A month had passed since her death, and it had been the first time Aro had took this shortcut since then. He observed the house keenly, taking in it's appearance. It possessed a fading blue color, with paint chipping off here and there due to bad upkeep. It was on the larger side compared to most houses on this side of the canal. He began to wonder if it was really too much to make peace with the woman while she was alive, his stubbornness and pride always got the best of him. He was lost in thought for a few minutes, before he felt a chill travel down his spine, followed by an echoing woman's voice, that spoke very familiar words.

"You'll regret this day..." It said, words that only he could hear. Aro looked in all directions terrified. He must have been hearing things right?

"That was...weird.." He said confused. Then the voice came again.

"You will transform into what you really are!" Aro faced the old run down house in confusion, as the ghastly voice echoed from the house itself. Looking up, his face turned pale as he saw a dark shadowy figure in the shape of an old woman, looking down on him with green glowing eyes.

"It's been a month you brute. It's time for you to pay for your disrespect!" It said with an unearthly cackle.

Aro began to run, leaving the house and the cackling figure behind. "What the hell was THAT!? Coming here was a mistake!"

The man sprinted out of fear, drawing closer and closer to the open waters. Hearing the sound of gunshots, Aro knew he was in the right place. Suddenly, he would stop himself, his feet sliding across the concrete from his momentum. The man doubled over in pain, as he felt his bones compress and his vision go blurry from pain. He gazed at his hand as hair began to grow uncontrollably and at a quick pace on top of of it all. His sprint had transformed to a slow crawl as hair grew from every nook and cranny of his body and his bones compressed even further transforming his large stature into that of a smaller one. His hands and feet would transform into paws, and a tail would take form from the base of his spine.

"What's happening!?" He shouted in agony as the cackling he heard before would become louder than ever. Still, he crawled. Crawled until he reached edge of the city. There, through tears, he would spot a ship in the distance docked by Scrap Island. He had finally seen the origin of cannon and gunfire he had heard earlier. But at what cost? His suffering had finally ended and his bones stopped changing shape. Yet his life was changed forever. His body had become to small for his clothes as his height had diminished from a massive ten feet tall, to small three feet and six inches. All he could muster was to sitting squarely, with his hips, knees and hocks aligned. His legs were kept close to his body, and positioned equally on both sides. When he opened his mouth, the sound that came out would shock him to his core....

"ARF!"

Aro had become a large dog. The phantom like voice echoed in his ears one last time. "I told you, you'll would pay!" Silence would follow afterwards. His beady black eyes stared blankly into nothing, before he released a long drawn out howl of despair.

Spoiler: Revised Stats

90×5=450
Strength: 68 (Race: +27, MA: +5) = 100+20
Speed: 73 (Race: +27, MA: +5) = 105 [Movement: 100 | Reaction: 110]
Vitality: 69 (Race: +27, MA: +5) = 101 [Stamina: 101 | Durability: 101]
Haki: 100 [Color of Armament(Offensive): 100+20 |Color of Observation(Precognition): 100 |
Martial Arts: 100 [Dog Kata: 100 | Life Return: 100]
+20 Boost: 40

 

[Dream]

WATER SEVEN - # 6
@Einsauer @Emperor Cross @Infinity @Lamby @lophole @Magimasterkarp​

The crew upon defeating the Atrocious beast of the ocean would spot three diftaways who appeared struggling until someone was aware of their peril that came and went. Upon landing on the crew the trio would grovel as water seared down them with water soaking the Sweet Pirates dock as they all huffed and puffed.

The little girl and cat looked up before the one who was larger spotting a large lady with an unusual feature of a nose appearing like a saw, shocked at the sight until she spoke which was reaffirming yet calm.

"Residents of Water Seven, I presume?"

Then another spoke:

"Aye, Cap'n. T'would seem we caught some stowaways, eh? Want me ta guard this young lady and 'er sister 'til we make land?"

Chimney: " E-r-r-r-r yes we are and THANK YOU FOR SAVING OUR LIVES! "​

With the cat raising its arms above its head appears to mimic the young girl with two pigtails. The elder one looked up noting who she was before as she awaited Chimney thanking the Sweet Pirates captain.

Kokoro: " Nagagagaga, thank you for saving our lives and yes we are. I assume are you making your way there? ... as we missed our train. Thank you we will be in your care "​

With that the trio were aboard the ship of the Sweet Pirates, who now had their guide headed towards Water Seven.


With the ruckus occurring by Dock One, not catching the attention of any of the workers another was heading back to Dock One with his large muscular build, a mustache, and sunglasses as he walked down one of the alleyways.

Peepley Lulu a specialist in helping build ships as he wondered if he was late. Despite his serious demanour he was a very caring man that was beloved by the workers for his efficiency. Meanwhile, another was seen walking from the upper floors as he was making his way down as all was seen a cigar flickering as he huffed and puffed a blow of smoke.

The workers were ready to come back as a chimney exuded a lot of smoke to signify lunch time was over oblivious to the events that were happening out in the ocean.

 

[Infinity]

Narration
Speech: "ARF"

Water 7 #4
@Dream @Magimasterkarp @Lamby @Einsauer @Emperor Cross @lophole

The man turned beast howled in lament. A sad sound that possibly echoed throughout Water Seven in it's entirety. Eventually, his cry of despair grew quiet and melted into silence. He knew nobody would care for a dog's anguish, afterall who would? Aro gazed over the water's edge, finally taking in his new appearance. Tears began to well in his small beady eyes as he closed them, coming to realization that everything he worked towards was over. He had moved away from his family years ago and relocated here for one reason only. His father, even if unknown to the entire world, was one of the greatest navigators out there, being one of the few individuals who had successfully charted a map of the entire world. Unfortunately, Aro did not carry his talent or interest in navigation at all, disappointing his father greatly. However, he had a knack for carpentry and as he result he aimed to become a shipwright. But thanks to the old hag, he no longer had even that. Afterall, it was impossible for a dog to become a shipwright.

What would he do now? He had lost his purpose....

Looking up, his gaze returned to the ship in the distance, it's white flag flapping in the sea breeze gracefully. He watched as it danced and flapped in the wind, free and without a care in the world. Looking back at his reflection, his teary eyes steeled with resolve. He had decided! He refused to let the crazy lady win! Whenever life would try to knock him down, Aro had always been the type to rise up. His father had considered him a disappointment to the family, but he still did what he felt like doing despite his approval. Afterall he was a man who came and went as he pleased, nobody could stop him if they tried! Not even that old bitch! With that, the medium sized dog rose to his feet and turned around, taking a few steps forward before falling flat on his face with a thud. Being quadrupedal was gonna take some getting used to.

Rising back to his feet he carefully made his way to his old clothes, grabbing them one by one in his maw before dropping them in the flowing canal and watching them flow away in the current. Becoming a dog was ........ unfortunate, however all Aro could do was make the best of the situation. He refused to despair, instead he considered this a next chapter in a life of mediocrity. He couldn't be a shipwright anymore, but there are plenty of things a dog could do right? With his face stoic, he gave himself a silent nod of approval. Right. After pausing for a bit, he had decided his next course of action: Find out about that ship! But before he did that, he had something important to do first.

Aro took careful steps back the way he came. Once he got used to the rhythm of walking on four legs, his pace increased to a rate where he was more comfortable before stopping in front of the crazy old lady's empty house. The dog walked towards it's door with determination before unleashing a loud-

"ARF! ARF! ARF!" He raised his leg and pissed on the door before grunting, running off and leaping over the canal. Now on the other side, Aro made his way in the direction of the ship. He got turned into a dog on the way to see it. At the very least, he deserved to see who the strange vessel belonged to!​

 

[Einsauer]

Chimney: " E-r-r-r-r yes we are and THANK YOU FOR SAVING OUR LIVES! "

Kokoro: " Nagagagaga, thank you for saving our lives and yes we are. I assume are you making your way there? ... as we missed our train. Thank you we will be in your care "

Now fully sliding into a friendly mask, Sweet responded to the two with a jolly grin. "They don't call us the Sweet Pirates for nothin'." She humbly answered their thanks. "It was our pleasure."
The pirate captain looked over to the old-man as he sauntered up:

"Aye, Cap'n. T'would seem we caught some stowaways, eh? Want me ta guard this young lady and 'er sister 'til we make land?"
The nose of his spearfish harpoon stabbed into the deck, Bill struck a casual yet confident pose.
Surely the crew could avoid smashing into an island without him continuing to call out new headings, right?

Her eyes met the stifled thunk of Bill's weapon piercing into her ship's deck, they lingered for a moment on the point of impact then glided up to the old man's face. "How about you stick to what you were already doing?" She said with a nasty sharpness that contrasted the tone and body language of the fishwoman towering next to the fisherman.
She glanced back at the young man at the wheel of the ship on the uppermost platform of the ship (aside from the nests). "Alright-" She said reaching and hoisting herself up to the helm of the ship. "-move it."
"Let's get these ladies and their critter home!" Sweet ordered in a performance of heroism.
The swabby fell away and Sweet replaced him and pulled the ship into an optimal route to continue alongside Water 7, awaiting the mentioned landmass or Bill's instructions.

Soon enough the landmass of wreckage became visible to Sweet and then to those on the lower portions of the deck. "It's Scrap Island alright." Sweet muttered to herself, remarking on the unimpressive heap. The fishwoman drifted further portside then turned hard to starboard as the teal ship began to seemingly pass the desired location. The captain ordered the sails up and demanded swabbies to be ready on anchor.

With a relatively fast turn of the little ship, it was repositioned to nestle itself and its passengers into the northern section of the 'island'.

All the while, the small piranha-boy's head seemed to be locked into the rabbit's direction. A devious, toothy grin began to peel across his blue face. "Smells tasty..." He murmured from across the deck, almost in a trance-state. "Smells like...rabbit." The child-pirate's nose never forgot a smell, nor did his gluttonous gullet ever forget new food. Drool with a disgusting syrup-like consistency dangled from his half-open mouth as he imagined eating the creature in one bite.

Snapping Gochi from his trance and catching the attention of all aboard, the ship came to a sudden jolt as the Cotton Blossom made an expedient, yet expertly executed halt as the anchor hit the floor of the ocean.
Sweet jumped down from the helm and surveyed her crew.

"We're here on business. We're gonna look around for some shipwrights. Pirates are welcome here, so that means no causing mayhem." She disappeared into her quarters momentarily and re-emerged with two large burlap sacks filled to the brim with beri. She tossed the bags up to Mikami's large mitts. "Don't lose a single beri from those bags or--" She remembered the guests aboard her ship.
"Let's leave the Blossom here for now." She said changing the subject. "Let's move it, and try not to get impaled on this mess of an island!"
Sweet, leapt down to the wooden shoreline before the ladder was lowered down into the water. She stood by to assist the folks they rescued as they descended the ladder.

@Magimasterkarp @lophole @Dream @Emperor Cross @Infinity @Lamby

 

[Lamby]

"We're here on business. We're gonna look around for some shipwrights. Pirates are welcome here, so that means no causing mayhem." She disappeared into her quarters momentarily and re-emerged with two large burlap sacks filled to the brim with beri. She tossed the bags up to Mikami's large mitts. "Don't lose a single beri from those bags or--" She remembered the guests aboard her ship.
"Let's leave the Blossom here for now." She said changing the subject. "Let's move it, and try not to get impaled on this mess of an island!"
Sweet, leapt down to the wooden shoreline before the ladder was lowered down into the water. She stood by to assist the folks they rescued as they descended the ladder.

"Business?" He wondered, "The Money bags n' all and Sweet's sudden shift in attitude..." Gerald pieced things together rather quickly; whether it was the drifting of the ship into the scrapyard heap side of the island or the strict instructions Sweet so casually issued, they were really coming here on serious terms; therefore a casual stroll with bill is way out of the question. Shredder clung to Gerald's crown-piece, he leapt off the deck of the ship and landed about the metallic and rusted landmass in which they called Scrap Island.

He neatly folded his arms, defensively engaging this end of the mission with extreme caution for as she said, Pirates roamed freely about this island...

Water 7, the Island of mysteries...

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"How am I supposed to find the Hot-Dog suit in this vast world?" finally pondered the young Ninja, though he's simply following orders from his mother; he found it quite difficult to fully piece it all together.

"Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, the Kata Scientific Prodigy whom suddenly went missing within the dead of night; by unfortunate circumstances I was elected to replace him, taking my trials early and passing with flying colours..." He softly monologued as he paraded through the market street of the island, his head hung slightly low; his arms crossed and a singular finger hugging the base of his chin; he was too absorbed in thought to truly take in the world around him.

"...Only after retrieving the suit do I return back to the main island, then I'll be granted my first ever assignment as an explorer; I don't want that. I don't want any of it-" His thoughts had abruptly ceased (pause theme song here), he smacked his head on the thick concrete walls of a building. He jolted alert and raised his head, facing forward as he realized... he was supposed to turn. "Ah!" He exclaimed. Nearby civilians gawked at him in concern, some chuckled as they witnessed the blatant ignorance of another smacking them right in the face, The Ninja was quite embarrassed though he handn't shown it. He kept his composure though he felt a bit of rage as the snickering of passing civilians seemed unnecessary.

"Tch..." He uttered, an audible display of disdain for their behavior. He took a singular step forward before, completely disappearing from their very eyes! The Civilians exploded in a mass of shock as they began to swiftly scatter, "That man is dangerous, Run!" Exclaimed some, others continued to snicker; "Yeah, Dangerously Stupid! Who hits his head like that with that level of speed, what a moron..." Quite poisonous comments. (Continue playing here)

His sudden display of speed was merely a exhibition of difference, though the civilians couldn't track all he had done was scale the very building he bumped into; looking down at them from above. "I- Won't take the streets, instead Ill scale the rooftops; hopefully I'll find something then." He said, swiftly he made his move and he began his search!

 

[Magimasterkarp]

"How about you stick to what you were already doing?"

Bill got scolded, but it seemed the captain didn't want to act out in front of the guests, so as long as they were around, he was safe from too heavy consequences for now. When Sweet took over the helm and clearly expected him to help her navigate, he turned to the passengers:

"Aye, would yer ladyship accompany me to tha quarterdeck? Our valiant captain appears to have taken the helm herself. Yer from around these parts, ya can show us tha way, savy?"
He arrived at the command deck with the guests, put his foot on a pinrail near the wheel, his shirt flowing loose, and squinted into the wind.
"Scrap island ought ta be somewhere clockwise round the island, captain. It be a graveyard of sunk ships, ev'r changin. Be tha only source o' wood they got last time I was here."
Scrap island changed a lot since Bill had last been there, and was still totally the same. New shipwrecks, same old shipwreck island. With advances in sea train technology other sources of lumber had become available, but the ressources of the scrap heap were still regularly harvested.
"Thar be a groove, captain. 'S where them scrappers take apart a whole wreck, leaves a sheltered furrow. Last time we was stayin' here, we was so long a new wreck washed up behind us. We had to pay them buggers ta scrap it fer us. We best leave some guards on tha ship, them buggers can get scrappy."
When the ship's anchor caused the Cotton Blossom to stop and the captain went inside her cabin, Bill finished the guided tour of the vessel until the away team was ready to disembark. He was helping the passengers onto the ladder (ladies first, after all) when Mikami came to the railing, the bags he was carrying jingling with money.
"Oi big guy, can i help ya carry those?"


A shock of red hair, practically throbbing in painful tune with a laboured heartbeat. Eyes with not just bags but an entire bundle of luggage tried to wander over the crowds at the marketplace, but only managed a tired crawl. A tourist. A salesman. A running dog. That bint which kicked him out her inn last week, didn't she? A ninja. A fish monger. Wait. A ninja? He focused back on the odd person in the crowd. Did he just walk into a wall?
"Ha! Ooaarghh..."
His amusement was pretty swiftly undercut by his hangover reminding him what he did last night. Well, at least it gave a good guess.
When he stopped clutching his head with his hands and feet and looked up, the ninja was gone, no trace. Where did he go now? Was he ever even there? He didn't have enough drink in him yet to halluciinate, didn't he? Only one way to fix that. Off to the pub, then.

 

[lophole]

The blue-haired swordsman Wandered around; he crossed his arms as he nervously looked around * where did that pirate go? This isn't good at all. I didn't recognize Jolly Roger, so they must be relativity new.* he continues to look around the island of shipwrights. As he walks, he notices a dog run past him.

Aro made his way in the direction of the ship

He stops and turns to the dog. "Oh, What a cute dog," he says with a smile. He looks in the direction of where the dog is going and remembers that was where the pirate ship was. "Maybe they went back to the ship. I should check there," he says before walking toward the ship, not noticing his hands shaking.​