As the stream of yellow liquid would exit out of Rocco's lil john he would sigh in relief. Right behind him though was the remains of a couple buildings that he was fighting in. Was quite the night, as Rocco was covered in cuts and bruises. He just got done with tearing apart a local gang, piece by piece. After a few shakes, Rocco would fix himself up and would turn around to go through the rubble to see if there were any others conscious. In total it was about 30 men, with a single cyborg leader. There were a couple spectators but Rocco didn't see if they went and told the Marines yet. I haven't been too long, so Rocco might want to bounce from the area. Before they spot him and chase his ass off the island.



The moon illuminated the street where Rocco would tread currently. Spinning his arm in vertical circles to stretch his arms as they just went through a horrendous amount of work. But work that should help Rocco increase his strength. And thanks to today being windy he was allowed to use all the techniques taught to him and go bat shit crazy. It felt so good that Rocco didn't feel like stopping and had to hold his piss. Maybe that was a good thing or a bad thing doesn't matter now, he was empty and wanted something to eat. But seeing as he wasn't familiar was the island yet, he had not clue of where to eat or where to go. Maybe he could ask someone for a good place?

The first thought to cross Rocco's mind when he came face to face with Baioretto was that he was probably apart of that little gang that Rocco ripped to shreds. It wasn't too filling though. He indeed craved a more intense fight, and this guy seemed to emit this sort of aura about him. Th type of aura of strength....it was like a drug to Rocco. First cracking his neck he would bring his attention to the sword that Baioretto held first and then his body. Rocco was gauging currently how efficient this guy was. And whether or not he was worthy of giving Rocco orders. Rocco wasn't totally against the fact of being under someone, it's just that someone has to be stronger than him and has the chance to increase Rocco's fighting strength as well. Rocco wasn't sure about either of these requirements, whether or not this guy met them. But Rocco would only find out while fighting him.

"Are you talking to me? Me join your crew? And the only condition I would have to achieve would be touching you? I have a multitude of questions, but you can answer them after I send you flying." He would begin walking forward at a calm pace. Seemingly not posing any threat. It was until he reached 7 meters away from Baioretto he would kick up a medium sized rock and would kick it towards Baioretto. These first attacks were to see how Baioretto reacted to certain things. Rocco wasn't going to just dive head into a fight like this. This guy didn't seem like the other small fry he faced before. And while Rocco was a bit fatigued he still had enough energy to fight for at least 10 minutes at full power before totally shutting down. Rocco wasn't very good at many things, but he was going a measuring his stamina.

That rock wouldn't be the only one though. If Baioretto managed to dodge the first one then Rocco would just send two more his way. Rocco was limited on ammo tough. The two he might have to send over would be the last of the decent sized rocks around him. If any rock would manage to connect with Baioretto or if all managed to miss Rocco would dash in and go for a spinning kick which was aimed at the head, whereas his center of body would be towards the lower half of his body, as to make sure that if he needed to cancel his attack and maneuver himself he would be able to do so. This wasn't a committed attack, more like a mini feint than anything else.  

The fuck? Was this guy controlling lightning? Was what Rocco was thinking in this instant. Wait beyond that though, he managed to dodge my attacks, almost effortlessly. An emotion would begin to engulf Rocco. An emotion that he hasn't ever felt before. What was it? It sent chills down his spine, what the hell was this feeling? And then it snapped into Rocco's mind. That's it....it must be that. It must be F E A R. Rocco would attempt to block the attack but to his dismay, it just moved too fast. Not only was this guy controlling lightning, but was he also moving at its speed? No way. There was no way someone...something like that could exist right?  As Rocco was sent flying his body collide with a slab of Stone that used to be a wall. For a moment he would pass out.

He would awake in a second thought. He would shake his head as the situation began to sink into Rocco's head. And then the thought about this guy being Rocco's captain managed to cheer him up for some reason. Someone as strong as him being Rocco's captain? Rocco knew that if he was to follow this guy around, there would be no way he wouldn't be able to grow stronger. Cracking Rocco would get back up, slowly though. He wasn't 100% when he started the fight and with that kick, he was even farther from it. "Hmmm, I guess you can answer my questions then...Captain?" Sighing Rocco would admit defeat. Rocco wasn't the type of guy to just keep hitting a wall he knew he had to chance to break....yet.  

He would loosen himself to give off the non-threating vibe. If Rocco was going to start taking orders from this guy, first he needed to know who he was and being tense all the time was no good. For the body and the mind. "Also you only won that fight because I let you." Rocco would say with a smirk on his face. Momentarily, he was about 8 meters away from Baioretto, but after walking to him he would damn near be face to face with him.  

Rocco was surprised that his new Captain would just bust out laughing? Was there something wrong with his face? Other than the scratches and such on it, there shouldn't be anything that caused someone to laugh. Maybe he was laughing at his hairstyle? Ahhhh he couldn't be. He was looking dead at him, no way he was looking at his hair. Rocco would put his hand on his chin as he thought about what it could be. But so far nothing came to far. Maybe his captain was just that sort of weird person? Well, it didn't matter as long as he was as strong as he was, Rocco didn't mind the weirdness. But in actuality, it might be Rocco who was the weird one. Joining someone who beat you in a single hit......Rocco would correct himself. Rocco would give up after a single hit. He knew it was futile to continue the fight, it would just cause him to get more injured and waste his energy. Which Rocco wasn't about to do either of those.

Now a real surprised look on Rocco's face would appear. He would look at Baioretto and then point at himself. "Me? You haven't recruited anyone else?" It would cause him to snicker a bit at the lack of charisma his captain had. Rocco was an easy person to recruit. All you have to do is beat him...which will get much more difficult later down the road but for now, it was easy for Baioretto. And there were other things that drew Rocco to the choice of joining but, eh, for now, he would rather enjoy the moment. As Baioretto's arm came around Rocco it didn't really affect him. This was now his Captain, so he was going to have to get used to him. After telling Rocco his name Rocco would snap out of his thoughts barely hearing what he said. But he did manage to hear the part of his name. Which Rocco also realized he didn't know of until now.

"The name's Rocco, no last name because I don't need one." Hand no longer on his chin Rocco would lean back as far as he could, which turned out to be pretty far due to his flexibility from training. Still feeling the kick a wee bit Rocco would want to get something in his body. Hopefully dead and cooked. "You know where I can get something to eat, Baioretto...I mean Captain?" It's still going to take Rocco a bit to get used to calling Baioretto that. Best to start that process as soon as possible.

Alabasta.....Rocco has heard of that place before but from where? Trying to remember would rack his brain. Where did he remember that place from? Was he there before? There were so many pieces of Rocco early life missing from him. He knew nothing of his birth parents, where he was born and who he could represent. Why the fuck was there such a void though? Situations where Rocco had no clue of what to do pissed him off. Rocco liked to have some sort of answer for questions. But even if the answer was an iffy one, it was still an answer. But for why he couldn't remember Rocco was actually speechless.

But one thing that Rocco did understand that his captain was a troublemaker. Which was fine to Rocco because he was just as much as a troublemaker like his captain. When Rocco heard about how his captain was looking for a Shipwright it made Rocco think about the crew composition and what things were needed for there to be a good balance. And to Rocco what was a must to be a successful crew was a good Captain, which as far as Rocco has seen his captain was certainly capable of being a great captain. What next was needed was a shipwright, the guy that builds and fixes the ship for the crew the sail on...to an extent. Someone to drive the ship as well.

What else was needed was a medic. In which Rocco could take up as that position. Rocco was fascinated with the body and how it worked. So learning about medicine and such would come to him like sleep. It wouldn't be a walk in the part as the world of medicine is wide and vast. But with someone like Rocco who usually has an undying, never give up attitude. It should work out well for him. And finally for the needs is a navigator. Someone to guide the crew out on the seas. Someone who knows left from right and north from south. Rocco wasn't very good with direction so that slot was beyond him. Hopefully, he and Baioretto could find someone to fill that spot soon. Wouldn't end too well if you don't know where you are going out on the sea.

Baioretto asked if the role of the first mate would be too tough for Rocco in which he could only laugh. "Captain, nothing is too tough for me. You found the right man for the job!" With such a role Rocco had to have a strong resolve and would have to take over if the situation asked for it. Which Rocco was down to do. But leading wasn't his forte, that job was, of course, Baioretto 's. He mentioned something about a tavern in which he heard about Rocco from. Which made Rocco tilt his head. Did people tell him about Rocco? This made Rocco smirk a bit. Maybe his name wasn't getting out there, but people were indeed talking about him.

Busting into the bustling tavern the smell of beer and the sounds of dancing and singing would ring throughout the entire building. When Baioretto introduced Rocco to the people he couldn't help but smile. "TO ME YA DRUNK BATARDS!" Rocco knew it deep down within his very being that this was the start of a great adventure. A life-changing one.