"I'll be dead by the time you read this, old friend. Enjoy the excitement, hehe"
As Bacon made his way from the shoreline to the main road, he saw marines wherever he went. Things were lively compared to the day he first came into town. Children were playing pirate everytime he came across any. There was a little boy who ran around with a stick and a closed eye yelling, "Arrr" while chasing his little friends. Anytime he overheard what people were saying, it was always about pirates and some sort of uprising. What really resonated with him was the wanted poster.
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Wanted Dead or alive:Bacon aka Red beard
Bounty: 50,000,000 dollups
Suddenly he heard a bell ring in his head, it was clearer than anything he had heard in his life. So pure and it's tone without fault. He looked around to see if anyone else was hearing what he heard. Everyone went about their business without a second thought. He couldn't understand where it was coming from or what exactly was causing this,but it was starting to get obnoxious. Bacon staggered away from the poster while resisting the urge to do anything out of the ordinary. He was fighting the obvious urge to cover his ears by making a fist under his sleeve. All the while a vice admiral on horse back rode down the same street as his with a dignified look, something which was typical of noblemen.He had harsh facial features, rough skin with a fully grown beard. The look in his eyes were cold for the most part, calculating and unfeeling even when there was crowds of people cheering him on. His clothing was needlessly neat. His uniform was white and pristine and without even the slightest wrinkle. The build of his body was rather muscular with his broad shoulders and large forearms. His personal guard was almost uptight as their commander,clad in black suits with monstrous gauntlets on their right arms.Even their sunglasses instilled nothing but coldness. In total there were four in all, taking a square formation around their commander. What stood out more than anything were the bells dangling from his cape's outward collar.
The Vice admiral gave the signal to stop with a mere wave of his arm. He looked at bacon who looked uncomfortable,something out of place since the rest of the crowd was cheering him on. The crowd noticed his rare stop and stood back, shoulders back, and a stern look while saluting him. Meanwhile bacon was hunched over with his eyes closed and blood dripped from his sleeve. He couldn't even stand normally by himself and had to use the wall as a crutch. Someone near bacon was sort of distracted by his lack of etiquette. His eyes shifted back and forth from the admiral and the odd bandaged guy, teeth gritted , and face glistening with scant beads of sweat as he whispered, " Eyy kid, salute the admiral". Although his voice was muffled as if he was whispering, it was loud and panicked enough to be anything but whispering. Bacon's reaction was rather late when he heard the fellow. He looked around to see the see a uniform crowd giving their respect to someone important. That's when he looked toward the grim looking admiral, bells and all. What was strange is the admiral who seemed perfect and orderly, had broken escort formation. His confusion wouldn't last very long before the reality of the situation finally kicked in.
The man who was no more than three feet from bacon was slammed into the wall mercilessly, shattering his skull,decorating its surroundings in blood. The towering escort retracted his massive fist from the crevice in the wall, shaking the blood of his hand. His victim's corpse slid to a seated position before flopping to the side. The admiral exclaimed to bacon in a high and mighty voice, " You have disrespected your superior by refusing to show your respect,but it is a graver sin to speak without permission". He gestured with his index finger to stand up and assume the position of the crowd. Bacon glanced about, to see them all still saluting the admiral with the same confident expressions. Even those being sprayed by the decapitated fellow didn't so much as glance over at him. Their eyes affixed upon the vice admiral, terrified and determined simultaneously.
The vice admiral wasn't pleased to see bacon hesitate to obey him. He gave a thumbs down to his subordinate which was all he needed to swiftly and silently strike bacon. His colossal fist connected cleanly with the wary kid,but to everyone's surprise he withstood the impact. His head barely budged,but the cement cracked under the force of the two opposing forces. The escort's expression stayed the same even in the heat of battle, yet it moved fluidly like a person. Bacon wasn't baffled,but he could guess a reason for this: cyborgs.
Bacon grasped its wrist and immediately sense metallic beams running down the arm. Knowing what it was made things a lot easier. A humming noise caused by the vibrations in the escort's metallic frame reverberated for all to hear before bacon carelessly flung the giant into the air and into the distance. The vice admiral's head tracked its flight until he could no longer see his flung toy.Bacon's first instinct now was to move the fight away from the crowd,but the bell returned. Although his senses all felt stifled and his muscles flimsy, he maintained a confident appearance for his foe. The only hint of struggle being a subtle glint in his eyes.
The admiral got off his horse and gave a nonchalant wave to the crowd to make way. " My grandfather said the old world pirates were the most interesting bunch,but I had to see it to believe it. A world class criminal walking amongst normal people in broad daylight, now there's a laugh"! He let out an unrefined cackling laugh as he mocked bacon. He placed his arm around bacon's neck and pointed toward the sky in a loose fashion. " North, that's where marine ford is. Do you wanna go my friend"? Bacon pulled away from him and took a fighting stance, slightly hopping from side to side and ready to fight at any moment. The admiral let out a reluctant sigh as he said, " Fine have it your way maaaann". As if it were a switch in his head or something, he reverted back to his deathly expression. If darkness could take form, it would be in shape of dark flames which proliferated from his body. As it became more intense bacon's senses were finally giving way to nothingness. " bellllssszz.."!
"Caius. Remember this name well boy, for it is the last name you'll ever hear". Caius' body was engulf by erratic black flames as he cocked his arm to strike bacon. Colors of armament: Blood phoenix, bacon in turn was engulfed in the blaze of bright flames of a phoenix,a lively terrifying flame which burst into a frenzy when he prepared to strike caius. Both fighters began to exchange blows in a rather controlled, sparks being discharged upon impact. " Is that it from the great pirate rebel of the north? Are you that afraid of a little casualties?" The dark flames exploded in mass, so much so that bacon felt himself almost overwhelmed by the encroaching darkness. He knew caius was right, he was holding back for the sake of the crowd and it was going to bite bite him the ass.
His opponent half expected bacon to be sent flying to reduce reduce the effect of his punch,but he stood his ground. He followed up with an overarching blow to the chest and an extended right hook to the face. Bacon was helpless, taking each blow in stride. He fumbled backward and landed on his back. His flames extinguished and world fading away. "How disappointing, bacon first mate of the infamous red beard". He accepted his fate, finally going completely limp. He was too disorientated to even brace himself when caius was executing his finishing blow.
As Bacon made his way from the shoreline to the main road, he saw marines wherever he went. Things were lively compared to the day he first came into town. Children were playing pirate everytime he came across any. There was a little boy who ran around with a stick and a closed eye yelling, "Arrr" while chasing his little friends. Anytime he overheard what people were saying, it was always about pirates and some sort of uprising. What really resonated with him was the wanted poster.
Quote:
Wanted Dead or alive:Bacon aka Red beard
Bounty: 50,000,000 dollups
Suddenly he heard a bell ring in his head, it was clearer than anything he had heard in his life. So pure and it's tone without fault. He looked around to see if anyone else was hearing what he heard. Everyone went about their business without a second thought. He couldn't understand where it was coming from or what exactly was causing this,but it was starting to get obnoxious. Bacon staggered away from the poster while resisting the urge to do anything out of the ordinary. He was fighting the obvious urge to cover his ears by making a fist under his sleeve. All the while a vice admiral on horse back rode down the same street as his with a dignified look, something which was typical of noblemen.He had harsh facial features, rough skin with a fully grown beard. The look in his eyes were cold for the most part, calculating and unfeeling even when there was crowds of people cheering him on. His clothing was needlessly neat. His uniform was white and pristine and without even the slightest wrinkle. The build of his body was rather muscular with his broad shoulders and large forearms. His personal guard was almost uptight as their commander,clad in black suits with monstrous gauntlets on their right arms.Even their sunglasses instilled nothing but coldness. In total there were four in all, taking a square formation around their commander. What stood out more than anything were the bells dangling from his cape's outward collar.
The Vice admiral gave the signal to stop with a mere wave of his arm. He looked at bacon who looked uncomfortable,something out of place since the rest of the crowd was cheering him on. The crowd noticed his rare stop and stood back, shoulders back, and a stern look while saluting him. Meanwhile bacon was hunched over with his eyes closed and blood dripped from his sleeve. He couldn't even stand normally by himself and had to use the wall as a crutch. Someone near bacon was sort of distracted by his lack of etiquette. His eyes shifted back and forth from the admiral and the odd bandaged guy, teeth gritted , and face glistening with scant beads of sweat as he whispered, " Eyy kid, salute the admiral". Although his voice was muffled as if he was whispering, it was loud and panicked enough to be anything but whispering. Bacon's reaction was rather late when he heard the fellow. He looked around to see the see a uniform crowd giving their respect to someone important. That's when he looked toward the grim looking admiral, bells and all. What was strange is the admiral who seemed perfect and orderly, had broken escort formation. His confusion wouldn't last very long before the reality of the situation finally kicked in.
The man who was no more than three feet from bacon was slammed into the wall mercilessly, shattering his skull,decorating its surroundings in blood. The towering escort retracted his massive fist from the crevice in the wall, shaking the blood of his hand. His victim's corpse slid to a seated position before flopping to the side. The admiral exclaimed to bacon in a high and mighty voice, " You have disrespected your superior by refusing to show your respect,but it is a graver sin to speak without permission". He gestured with his index finger to stand up and assume the position of the crowd. Bacon glanced about, to see them all still saluting the admiral with the same confident expressions. Even those being sprayed by the decapitated fellow didn't so much as glance over at him. Their eyes affixed upon the vice admiral, terrified and determined simultaneously.
The vice admiral wasn't pleased to see bacon hesitate to obey him. He gave a thumbs down to his subordinate which was all he needed to swiftly and silently strike bacon. His colossal fist connected cleanly with the wary kid,but to everyone's surprise he withstood the impact. His head barely budged,but the cement cracked under the force of the two opposing forces. The escort's expression stayed the same even in the heat of battle, yet it moved fluidly like a person. Bacon wasn't baffled,but he could guess a reason for this: cyborgs.
Bacon grasped its wrist and immediately sense metallic beams running down the arm. Knowing what it was made things a lot easier. A humming noise caused by the vibrations in the escort's metallic frame reverberated for all to hear before bacon carelessly flung the giant into the air and into the distance. The vice admiral's head tracked its flight until he could no longer see his flung toy.Bacon's first instinct now was to move the fight away from the crowd,but the bell returned. Although his senses all felt stifled and his muscles flimsy, he maintained a confident appearance for his foe. The only hint of struggle being a subtle glint in his eyes.
The admiral got off his horse and gave a nonchalant wave to the crowd to make way. " My grandfather said the old world pirates were the most interesting bunch,but I had to see it to believe it. A world class criminal walking amongst normal people in broad daylight, now there's a laugh"! He let out an unrefined cackling laugh as he mocked bacon. He placed his arm around bacon's neck and pointed toward the sky in a loose fashion. " North, that's where marine ford is. Do you wanna go my friend"? Bacon pulled away from him and took a fighting stance, slightly hopping from side to side and ready to fight at any moment. The admiral let out a reluctant sigh as he said, " Fine have it your way maaaann". As if it were a switch in his head or something, he reverted back to his deathly expression. If darkness could take form, it would be in shape of dark flames which proliferated from his body. As it became more intense bacon's senses were finally giving way to nothingness. " bellllssszz.."!
"Caius. Remember this name well boy, for it is the last name you'll ever hear". Caius' body was engulf by erratic black flames as he cocked his arm to strike bacon. Colors of armament: Blood phoenix, bacon in turn was engulfed in the blaze of bright flames of a phoenix,a lively terrifying flame which burst into a frenzy when he prepared to strike caius. Both fighters began to exchange blows in a rather controlled, sparks being discharged upon impact. " Is that it from the great pirate rebel of the north? Are you that afraid of a little casualties?" The dark flames exploded in mass, so much so that bacon felt himself almost overwhelmed by the encroaching darkness. He knew caius was right, he was holding back for the sake of the crowd and it was going to bite bite him the ass.
His opponent half expected bacon to be sent flying to reduce reduce the effect of his punch,but he stood his ground. He followed up with an overarching blow to the chest and an extended right hook to the face. Bacon was helpless, taking each blow in stride. He fumbled backward and landed on his back. His flames extinguished and world fading away. "How disappointing, bacon first mate of the infamous red beard". He accepted his fate, finally going completely limp. He was too disorientated to even brace himself when caius was executing his finishing blow.