Scavenger Hunters [West Blue Story]

[nicolaz]

Story Title: Scavenger Hunters

Island Name and Location: Flotsam Isle, West Blue

Setting Description: Flotsam Isle is a very small island devoid of any trees or vegetation other than some weeds here and there. On the shore of the isle is a small village, the only one on the island. The rest of the isle itself is a little more than a massive trash heap, due to the fact that the currents surrounding the isle wash up countless wrecked ships and refuse. This trash represents the island's main resource, as scavengers from across the sea come to Flotsam Isle to look for valuables hidden in the waste.

Main Antagonist:
Gordon Weaver - Level 3

Gordon Weaver is the captain of a small time pirate crew who have terrorized several islands throughout the West Blue on their way to the Grand Line. He has a bounty of 18,000,000 beli, due to his violence towards innocent civilians. His crew is fairly small, with only about 20 members, but they have made their mark in the local seas. None of the crew are above the strength of an average grunt, but their captain is a bit more powerful. Captain Weaver possesses the Cloth-Cloth Fruit, a devil fruit that allows him to create and manipulate sheets of cloth from his body. While at first glance, the fruit may appear to be a logia, it is a paramecia fruit in the same vein as Mr. 3, Kalifa, and Magellan's fruits.

Player Participants:
Nicolaz Aguilas
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Scenario: While Flotsam Isle has always been considered a lawless place, it's gone downhill since the arrival of a few rogue pirates who have taken over the wasteland and driven out the local scavengers. The pirate captain claims to be looking for a legendary treasure map that was rumored to have washed ashore on the island years ago, and has been searching furiously for it, attacking anyone who gets in his way.

[nicolaz]

Nicola was lying on the bench of his vessel as the small water taxi lazily cruised through the calm seas of the West Blue.

"'Project Dark Eagle'", Nic mumbled to himself as he flipped through the pages of the file the strange old man had given him, "The hell is that?"

As he continued reading, Nic became more and more disturbed by what the file contained. There were pictures of what appeared to be himself several years ago, although he had no recollection of any such photos ever being taken. The content of the file was even more mysterious, as it was nothing but nonsense, at least as far as Nic was concerned. Towards the end were three sections that caught Nic's eye. The first was simply title Rokushiki Abilities, and under it were six words and various critiques that might as well have been a foreign language to Nic. The second page was listed as Devil Fruit: Spin-Spin Fruit, which was the only part Nic could comprehend, and he realized that if this file was about him, then he must have eaten that devil fruit, and it would explain why the marine sniper was sucked into a whirlpool that appeared out of nowhere. The third section said only one thing: "The rest of this file can be found at Enies Lobby".

Just as this began to dawn on Nic, his boat was caught in a sudden current. Nic dropped the file to the floor and leaped to the steering wheel, holding on for dear life.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Nic grunted as he tried to break free from the current, but to no avail. He looked up to see a large mound of trash quickly approaching. He was going to crash right into it.

"No, no, no, no, no, AGH!" Nic's vessel lodged itself square in the side of the trash heap and Nic was launched from the boat, landing headfirst into a mountain of dead fish.

"Goddammit!" Nic emerged from the pile and dusted the fish guts off of him, retching at the smell. He looked down at his boat to see that the bow had completely caved in from the force of the impact. Nic walked over, grabbed the file he had laid on the floor of the boat and walked off, mouthing several obscenities.

"Hey, nice landing there moron!" Shouted a muscled thug from the top of a trash heap a few meters away.

"Bite me," replied Nic, raising his middle finger toward the goon.

"Oh, ho, we've got ourselves a little badass here huh?" the man began to slowly advance towards Nic, drawing a sword from his sash. "Tell you what, why don't you just hand over everything you've got on ya, and I'll let ya walk outta here with your limbs intact!"

Nic clenched his fist and quickened his step toward the man.

"Hey, asshole, I've had a pretty bad day so far, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't piss me off!" Nic shouted furiously, the veins in his temple throbbing. The man raised his sword and rushed toward Nic.

Ok, Spin-Spin Fruit, I hope this actually works. Nic though as the air surrounding his fist began to twist and writhe into the shape of a small tornado. The man was inches from Nic, his sword raised above his head, ready to strike.

"Spiral Fist!" Nic shouted as he drove his fist, now engulfed in a furious twister, into the man's chest. The thug dropped his sword as he lost his breath, coughing up blood. Nic gave a final push and the goon was sent flying backwards into a trash heap, spinning head over heels. Nic relaxed his arm, quickly glancing at his hand.

"Dayum." Nic realized that this Spin-Spin Fruit of his could prove to be very useful. He then noticed something gleaming in a small pile of driftwood next to him. Two small, curved daggers were buried under the garbage. Nic picked them up, glanced around, "Finder's keepers," he muttered to himself as he tucked the blades into his belt.

He looked to the left and saw the outline of what looked to be buildings in the distance, and set off for them.