" ALL HANDS ON DECK GET READY TO DROP THE ANCHOR AS SOON AS WE MAKE CONTACT WITH THE DOCKS!"
good lord how could things get any worse? Stuck as the defacto head of the mafia since the captain got up and defeated by some hotshot in a battle, they say hes missing a leg and now being shipped to marineford, something ill have to deal with when we finally sale over there. Just from that event alone you can see why i have my plate way too full for anymore drama in my day but it seems fate really doesnt like me as out of nowhere a freak storm began to rage out at sea catching me and the crew in the thick of it. Not one of us had any in depth knowledge or the skills to navigate the boat out of the storm on out own, thankfully we didnt have to as one of the crew members spotted an obscure docking bay some odd distance away. With more than a little bit of effort on my part we made it to the docks in relatively one piece, no immediate damage to the ship or its people and thats as good as anyone can ask for this time around.
"Ah hello, welcome to the cavern docks we cater to all types of people wether it be pirates bounty hunters or revolutionaries, marines arnt welcome here and by your atire i see that wont be a problem"
During the time me and the crew had anchored the ship and got everything settled in terms of inventory it seems a small portly man with quite n impressive yet silly mustache had approached me presumably for greetings and to check on who the new comers are.
"Thanks for the welcome but were only going to be staying here til the storm passes then will be on our way, do you have a bar or anything stationed here? i could use a drink"
good lord how could things get any worse? Stuck as the defacto head of the mafia since the captain got up and defeated by some hotshot in a battle, they say hes missing a leg and now being shipped to marineford, something ill have to deal with when we finally sale over there. Just from that event alone you can see why i have my plate way too full for anymore drama in my day but it seems fate really doesnt like me as out of nowhere a freak storm began to rage out at sea catching me and the crew in the thick of it. Not one of us had any in depth knowledge or the skills to navigate the boat out of the storm on out own, thankfully we didnt have to as one of the crew members spotted an obscure docking bay some odd distance away. With more than a little bit of effort on my part we made it to the docks in relatively one piece, no immediate damage to the ship or its people and thats as good as anyone can ask for this time around.
"Ah hello, welcome to the cavern docks we cater to all types of people wether it be pirates bounty hunters or revolutionaries, marines arnt welcome here and by your atire i see that wont be a problem"
During the time me and the crew had anchored the ship and got everything settled in terms of inventory it seems a small portly man with quite n impressive yet silly mustache had approached me presumably for greetings and to check on who the new comers are.
"Thanks for the welcome but were only going to be staying here til the storm passes then will be on our way, do you have a bar or anything stationed here? i could use a drink"