Act 1.
Port Town Nanohana
The sweltering heat and blistering sands, the deserts of Alabasta are an unforgiving place where very few creatures can survive, a place where water is scarce and food scarcer still. For a man who’s youth was spent in the slums of water seven, this was a different hell than he was used too. One where no matter how strong you are, if you aren’t careful death will come for you.
In the years that have passed since his youth, Bazil has become a man, all of nineteen and everything that comes with it. Headstrong, impulsive, and a sense of invisibility that is unmatched, his demeanor affecting all those he comes across. Some for good, others for ill, his actions are easily swayed by his constantly changing emotions and desires, putting value on all things considered rare.
“Ahhh man, I am fuckin thirsty.”
As he stumbled into the small port town mumbling to himself, the light from the ever present sun reflecting off the golden accents that adorn his body. Every mugger and pickpocket took notice, seeing nothing but a soon to be carcass decorated in expensive things. Looking on as the pirate made his way into a local bar, they lie in wait like hungry predators stalking a poor wounded animal.
“MOCS SPOT” Bazil murmured, “Sounds like a real shithole.” He paused and a toothy ear to ear grin took over “My kind of place.” Stepping through the saloon doors he was greeted by the smell of smoke and booze, people from all walks of life gathered in this foul joint. From thugs and raiders, to corrupt officials, marines, and slavers. His hair like fire in the light of the sun, his jewelry glistening, everyone’s eyes were now on this shadowy stranger. Then, like nothing happened the entire bar picked right up where it left off, the young made knifed his way through the crowd towards the bar. His eyes now focused on the young bartender, small and petite, the pirates eyes now locked onto her. Smiling, he motions her over. “Whiskey” just one word was all that he uttered, but his body language might as well have been a novel. Blushing, the bartender placed the bottle on the counter, Bazil’s hand holding up two fingers as she placed the glass on the table.
From the shadows watched a man, one who never took his eyes off the charming young man from the second he stepped through the doors. Watching as Bazil drank to his heart’s content, frolicking with women in the bar and making claims so boastful you almost wanted to believe him.
“THAT’S MY WIFE YOU SON OF A BITCH!” The words echoed in the small bar, everyone’s attention at the center of the room.
There, Bazil stood with the mans wife wrapped in his arms as he poured he whiskey down his throat until it was gone. Calmly, he wiped his face and tossed the woman to the ground. Wide eyes and a razor sharp grin, the fuze was now lit. “I was done with her anyway.” He mused, looking at the man with a cold, arrogant expression “I don’t need trash like that.” His words provoking the husband, charging wildly Bazil easily side steps the man. Pulling a knife from his waist, the pirate burries it deep into the mans side. Erupting in laughter, the entire bar began fighting, fights and bottles flying everywhere all while the sadistic young man waltzed through it all, elegantly painting everything red.
With the locals prevailing in sheer numbers and with only a knife to fight with, the odds were against him. But his pride would never allow the thought of running away to cross his mind, it would go against everything he believed. But being bored is different, its his prides way of rationalizing it to himself “This is becoming tiresome.” He exclaimed, dodging objects and brawlers as he maneuvered through the mob towards the door, “Im outta here, this aint no fun anymore.” Yelling as he stepped out the door of the bar back onto the streets of Nanohana.
Their patience paying off, those that had been lying wait were rewarded, the mark was covered head to toe in gold, lavish clothes and skins. Slinking down from the darkness that they live in, the men converge towards the unknowing pirate. Like rats they swarm towards their goal, bringing death with them wherever they go. Moving closer and closer as Bazil walked the now dark streets alone.
“Hey mister, over here” Suddenly a high pitch voice pierced the dark void, stepping out was a small girl no more than eleven. “You aren’t from around here are you?” She asked, unfrightend of the man.
“Who the fuck are you?” He barked, eyeing up the young
girl.
“My names Lila, what’s yours?”
Reluctantly he replied “Bazil.”
“That’s a dumb name.” The young girl quipped innocently, “Your hairs funny too.”
His temper now tweaked, the pirate squats down to the girls level and looks into her big green eyes. Inhaling a deep breathe, he replies “Your fucking adopted you little bitch.” He grunted the vein on his head bulging intensely.
“Ad..op..ted?” Lila questioned, “I don’t know what that means but your funny mister, come play at my house We have lots of food.” The girl grabbed the fire haired man’s hand and gave it a tug to follow her, skipping off into the night.
Following her Bazil thought to himself at the very least he could eat their food and take anything of value they may have. Little did he know though that the small child had unintentionally saved him from the darkness that followed. For now.
Port Town Nanohana
The sweltering heat and blistering sands, the deserts of Alabasta are an unforgiving place where very few creatures can survive, a place where water is scarce and food scarcer still. For a man who’s youth was spent in the slums of water seven, this was a different hell than he was used too. One where no matter how strong you are, if you aren’t careful death will come for you.
In the years that have passed since his youth, Bazil has become a man, all of nineteen and everything that comes with it. Headstrong, impulsive, and a sense of invisibility that is unmatched, his demeanor affecting all those he comes across. Some for good, others for ill, his actions are easily swayed by his constantly changing emotions and desires, putting value on all things considered rare.
“Ahhh man, I am fuckin thirsty.”
As he stumbled into the small port town mumbling to himself, the light from the ever present sun reflecting off the golden accents that adorn his body. Every mugger and pickpocket took notice, seeing nothing but a soon to be carcass decorated in expensive things. Looking on as the pirate made his way into a local bar, they lie in wait like hungry predators stalking a poor wounded animal.
“MOCS SPOT” Bazil murmured, “Sounds like a real shithole.” He paused and a toothy ear to ear grin took over “My kind of place.” Stepping through the saloon doors he was greeted by the smell of smoke and booze, people from all walks of life gathered in this foul joint. From thugs and raiders, to corrupt officials, marines, and slavers. His hair like fire in the light of the sun, his jewelry glistening, everyone’s eyes were now on this shadowy stranger. Then, like nothing happened the entire bar picked right up where it left off, the young made knifed his way through the crowd towards the bar. His eyes now focused on the young bartender, small and petite, the pirates eyes now locked onto her. Smiling, he motions her over. “Whiskey” just one word was all that he uttered, but his body language might as well have been a novel. Blushing, the bartender placed the bottle on the counter, Bazil’s hand holding up two fingers as she placed the glass on the table.
From the shadows watched a man, one who never took his eyes off the charming young man from the second he stepped through the doors. Watching as Bazil drank to his heart’s content, frolicking with women in the bar and making claims so boastful you almost wanted to believe him.
“THAT’S MY WIFE YOU SON OF A BITCH!” The words echoed in the small bar, everyone’s attention at the center of the room.
There, Bazil stood with the mans wife wrapped in his arms as he poured he whiskey down his throat until it was gone. Calmly, he wiped his face and tossed the woman to the ground. Wide eyes and a razor sharp grin, the fuze was now lit. “I was done with her anyway.” He mused, looking at the man with a cold, arrogant expression “I don’t need trash like that.” His words provoking the husband, charging wildly Bazil easily side steps the man. Pulling a knife from his waist, the pirate burries it deep into the mans side. Erupting in laughter, the entire bar began fighting, fights and bottles flying everywhere all while the sadistic young man waltzed through it all, elegantly painting everything red.
With the locals prevailing in sheer numbers and with only a knife to fight with, the odds were against him. But his pride would never allow the thought of running away to cross his mind, it would go against everything he believed. But being bored is different, its his prides way of rationalizing it to himself “This is becoming tiresome.” He exclaimed, dodging objects and brawlers as he maneuvered through the mob towards the door, “Im outta here, this aint no fun anymore.” Yelling as he stepped out the door of the bar back onto the streets of Nanohana.
Their patience paying off, those that had been lying wait were rewarded, the mark was covered head to toe in gold, lavish clothes and skins. Slinking down from the darkness that they live in, the men converge towards the unknowing pirate. Like rats they swarm towards their goal, bringing death with them wherever they go. Moving closer and closer as Bazil walked the now dark streets alone.
“Hey mister, over here” Suddenly a high pitch voice pierced the dark void, stepping out was a small girl no more than eleven. “You aren’t from around here are you?” She asked, unfrightend of the man.
“Who the fuck are you?” He barked, eyeing up the young
girl.
“My names Lila, what’s yours?”
Reluctantly he replied “Bazil.”
“That’s a dumb name.” The young girl quipped innocently, “Your hairs funny too.”
His temper now tweaked, the pirate squats down to the girls level and looks into her big green eyes. Inhaling a deep breathe, he replies “Your fucking adopted you little bitch.” He grunted the vein on his head bulging intensely.
“Ad..op..ted?” Lila questioned, “I don’t know what that means but your funny mister, come play at my house We have lots of food.” The girl grabbed the fire haired man’s hand and gave it a tug to follow her, skipping off into the night.
Following her Bazil thought to himself at the very least he could eat their food and take anything of value they may have. Little did he know though that the small child had unintentionally saved him from the darkness that followed. For now.
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