-------- She liked food, but who didn't? He had to keep track, but he had to also keep track of this other redhead. He wasn't interested, he just knew her. He had to be careful. She was strong, but the last time he had engaged with her, it was a three way battle. Now, would this be the same outcome? Of course, when drinks were offered to her, she would go a little overboard. She sat, hit her head and then told him she was keeping an eye on him. He nodded, and turned to Zhele who was pouting. Before he could ask why, she dropped food onto her and it vanished.He blinked, watching her stand. She was still hungry, but...She hadn't even ate yet. He watched her, how she walked to the back and began feasting. He drank his tankard, he felt where she had touched him and nodded. "What a woman" He smirked. -------- If he had paid for everything, this was now all on him. He walked past Komochi, taking bottles she had stored up, taking silverware that hadn't been touched, taking left over glasses and what not. He had paid for it, so now, in a sense, this was all his. This was fun, the pirate way even! Not a fight, but maybe there would be one? Who knew. He gathered anything that wasn't nailed to the ground, packing them into his bag. His boat was waiting outside, and with a nice little throw, the place would be cleaned of its equipment in a matter of moments. -------- He walked into the back, the pantry that was now easily cleared out of food. He snapped his fingers, a broom of light forming. He began to sweep away the messed up items, broken glass, anything that couldn't be used basically. "Had a good meal?" He asked, piling up the destroyed items into a pile. His hand then glowed, the light heating and melting down the items into a pile of liquid goo. He swept that up into the ocean and the light vanished. "Fun start." He said, eying how big her body was getting with the food. He tried his best to look away, pouring himself a large drink in another tankard. He then pocketed two tankards for himself, just because he knew they wouldn't be back here for a while. "You're quite impressive you know?" He said with a smile, downing some more of his drink, then smiling to her. He was all smiles with her, even if she had just consumed the bar like a monster. Monsters that stuck together had more fun together.
Komachi was chugging through bottle after bottle like this s**t was ******** water to her, giggling and laughing out loudly as she was banging on the counter as she had her chest nearly bursting out of her outfit as it continued to get looser the more she drank and moved about. As a concerned waiter came over to her, she grinned, snatching him by the tie as she pulled him closer to her face with a grin. "Mmm hey heyyyy~ Y-You're kinda kyuute hehehe! You should take me out sssssome time~" She laughed, the man blushing as he tried very hard not to look down at her massive cleavage before she laughed louder, pushing him back teasingly and herself falling backwards over the stood. The sand under her rushed up, catching her back as she was left sitting back, head upside down as she blinked, seeing the tentacle lady passing her by and 'eating' the entire pantry as she blinked and chuckled a bit suddenly flipping forwards, hopping to her feet and then wobbling a bit in place. "Heeheehee~"
As she got up, the rest of the sand rushed to life, snaking out and snatching up at every remaining bottle of sake behind the counter as she wobbled towards the other two. "H-Hey hey! That's a cool thing ya jusss did~" She said, generally to both. Thankfully she hadn't quite connected the dots on Juru yet with his power or her buzz would be totally ruined with rage. But then she paused and looked at the girl, blinking as she leaned in closer to her chest, head bobbing slightly as she blinks. "Hey waitaminute....did you...get bigger...?" She asked the strange slime like woman, maybe a bit to close for personal space when it came to another's chest, but she didn't really obey personal space rules with that marine either. She started poking the soft, squishy breasts with a finer, as if testing to see if they had somehow been inflated or weren't real. "These ain't fake are they...?"
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64!
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--------Zhele had just finished off a the remnants of a roast ham when Jurualum first walks into the back room. With a turkey leg in one hand, some sort of fish in a tentacle's grasp, and a drink in the off hand; Zhele turned to face him with two cheeks stuffed and much more curve than before. It would take some time to digest her food, as it was. Her eyes seemed a bit out of focus as he spoke to her, asking her if her meal had been good. She chewed once, with that deer-in-the-head-lights look still plastered on her face as she swallowed audibly. "GULP. Thanks! Though I've put on a few pounds ikaikaikaika.." She laughed, taking what would likely be not the first swig she had from the bottle in her other hand. She squished her chest together with her arms to accentuate the change, giggling as she did so. Several of the glass containers that Juru melted down had in fact been alcohol as well and it was clearly showing. Zhele's face was flushed a dark lavender as she leaned forward and winked. Gone was the reserved woman from before. "..You're an interesting one, you know~? I should add you to my collection...ikaikaika" A chortle escaped from her throat as she tossed the turkey leg over her shoulder, only to land on the swamp filling the room. It slowly sunk into what had once been the floor, seemingly being absorbed by Zhele's mass like the rest of the food she had gathered. She was in the middle of laughing evilly, two fingers covering her mouth, as Komachi came up and poked her in the chest. "GASP Of course they're real~!" She cooed, as she slung two arms over Komachi's shoulders and pressed her chest directly into the red-head's body. Clearly, Zhele could not hold her weight.
[Minor Raid : 766/600]
Genji Gincosu
Ryunosuke Ryusei
Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 9:04 pm
-------- Well, this was going better than he expected. Sure, a part of him wasn't sure what she meant when she said he would be added to the collection, but he was ready for it. "Collection?' He asked, just to affirm that in a horror movie, he would maybe not die first. He could probably escape, but was he thinking correctly? She was coming for him though, and then Komochi came to ruin everything. Maybe Juru wanted to be absorbed! Darn the universe and how this was going ! He swiped some more of the silverware, threw it to his boat and stepped forward, looking at both Zhele and Komochi. They were both drunk, and now that he thought about it... --------"Are they?" He stepped forward and took the moment to grab one of Zhele's swollen bosom's. He nodded, giving a squeeze and then, looking to Komochi. You as well?" He asked, feeling her drunken breast. He nodded, trapped in a moment of weakness. "This is a great way to know one another. Stealing and...Fondling." He said aloud, looking to his boat. He should get a better one...But maybe they could all roll away together, or start something new. "Hey, we could start something here...A group, pirate stuff you know?" He said, looking to the coming collection of workers from the bar. He stepped away from the moment and kicked the door closed, using a beam of light to weld the door and keep it shut. He smirked and looked to the two in-front of him. "Sound like a good idea?" He asked, raised eyebrow and raised...Opportunity looking at the both of them.
Komachi blinked, staring at the bouncy breasts before her as she watched the twink a** dude show up and question their validity as well before he just up and grabbed a handful of boob. She giggled, using her free hand to grab the other breast as well, groping it playfully as she laughed, face still red from her inebriation as she was pulled closer to the other girl, their bountiful breasts mushing together for a moment as she giggled with the girl who's liver worked much less effectively than her own. "Oh wwooooowww they are rrreal~ Haha and soft and squishyyy~!" She giggles, feeling up the other woman before she felt a hand on her own boob, blinking once she realized it wasn't the other girl doing it. "H-Hey now I didnt sssay you could feel these up mister~" She said, still laughing a bit as she teased him as he let's go, saying something about a group thing as Komachi used this chance to take a hold of both of the squid girl's tits with a wide grin now. "Hahaha these really are kinda nice~" She laughs, fondling and casually molesting the other drunk girl with a laugh as she heard the guy kick the door shut.
It was then that Komachi heard a strange humming sound and she blinked, looking over with her wobbly double drunk vision as Juru started welding the door shut with a yellow loser beam. A laser Beam? Laser beam...laser beam. She stood there, hands still held onto Zhele's tits but not moving as she stared at the door an d Mr. Twink as a ticking sound is heard in her brain before a sudden DING like an oven timer. "H-Hey wayaminuh!! You...you're that...that guy, that ********>" She said, looking at him and sounding increasingly annoyed again suddenly as she stared at him. "You're that...a*****e that ruined my damn sake aren't ya!?" She shouted at him, very angry and face still red from the ungodly amounts of sake she had ingested despite only seeming like she was at a standard level of being drunk. "When the ******** did you turn into a damned twink anyways!?" She demanded, unconcously gripping poor Zhele's tits a bit too hard before she realized and looked back at her, letting go. "Ah s**t didn't mean ya do that...wait..." She looked between Zhele and Juru then and back again and once more a few times before grinning as she looked at Juru's crotch. "You got a thing fer her dont ya~?! Hahaha! You totally doooo~!" She snorted a bit, teasing him now for how obvious that was to both women if they looked in the right place.
"Oh man..h-haha...Oh I-I was gonna ******** an like ******** ya up but I got a betterrr plan~" She giggled, before she suddenly picked Zhele up by that cute narrow waist, hoisting the gooey girl over her shoulder, arm about her rump with a gentle pat as she marched over to her own little ship with the throne of solid sand upon which she'd been sitting before. "I'mma ******** kidnap this cute a** girl!! Hahahahahaaa!!! *hic* Hahaha!!" She shouted out ridiculously as she dropped her sail then, laughing heartily as she began to sail away, having stolen a random girl who's name she didn't even know and has spoken about two sentences to directly. All for the sake of being petty with a guy that pissed her off a full year or so ago.
--------Zhele started to grin and tilted her head forward to shade her eyes. Those eyes glowed in the shade of her dark locks. Jurualum was curious about her collection. "My collection~?" She cooed, those eyes taking on a predatory glint. However, that brief dark moment was broken as soon as Komachi started to grope Zhele up. The fishwoman would bite a finger and blush even deeper than before as Komachi essentially fondled her in public. "I like yours too~" Zhele whispered as she leaned in close to Komachi's hands, her lips nearly brushing the red-head's ear. Jurualum managed to also get a handful in the heat of the moment, but Zhele was so intoxicated that she wasn't sure who was touching right now. Nor, did she really care. Later, if she could even remember, she might be a bit offended that the gentlemanly half-minkman had been so vulgar. But, she would probably have to live with her own embarrassing behavior as well.
--------There was a brief moment of quiet, as Komachi's hands almost sunk into the purplish flesh of Zhele's chest. Jurualum was welding a door shut with his powers. The squid was gently nipping at Komachi's ear, though she was hardly in the now. Her head lulled to one side as she giggled "HIC...you're cute., she slurred between bites of pale skin. She was pretty much using Komachi as a support at this point, her body still absorbing the contents of the room. It was in this brief moment of calm that something almost audibly clicked into place. Komachi nearly screeched, her annoyance audible as she went off on Jurualum. Zhele had started when Komachi began her tirade, eyes going wide for a second as she suddenly shot up straight. Of course, the sandy woman's hands were still planted firmly in supple flesh, squeezing increasingly harder as her annoyance peaked. "AHN~!...y-you're being too ha-" She began to protest before being scooped up onto Komachi's shoulder. Zhele followed Komachi's gaze to Jurualum. "...SNORT ikaikaika, you're right...I think he likes me.." She giggled as she stared through hooded eyes.SMACK. Zhele flinched as a hand patted her rump, being ferried to a nearby boat. "Ikaikaika! I'm being kidnapped~!" She giggled.
Genji Gincosu
Ryunosuke Ryusei
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-------- Well, this was a situation. Sure, maybe he should have not shot the door with the laser, but honestly, he was different now. Fruits didn't always stay with the same person right? He didn't know, but he didn't care. Now, he was in this whole different situation and part of it could have been avoided. "Hey, Hey! Woah! Lets be calm" He stated when Komochi started to remember him. "It's not what you think!" He started, but then she called him a twink and he was taken highly off guard. "I..I shine but that doesn't make me a twink. I make light but.." He said confused, flicking his hands for his fingers to glow. "See? Just light. Not..like a twinkle?" He was confused, so confused that he didn't know where to go. She was just talking, just going on. "I mean, we can talk about this! A cre---" But there would be no crew, not like this! -------- In moments, Komochi would round up Zhele and pat her on her a**, taking her. "And what if I do like her!" Juru shouted, watching Komo jump out into her own ship. 'We could be a crew!" He shouted, jumping into his own boat. He began rowing, ignoring how drunk Zhele was. Maybe this would work out for him later, maybe it wouldn't. "I can just buy you sake you fool! Lets just join up and take all the drinks!" Shouts across water as he paddled. Who knew how long this would go. What trouble had he gotten himself into now. Hopefully he would have a fight...He needed to hit something.
Genji Gincosu generated a random number between
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71!
Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2018 7:22 pm
When Juru's owner doesn't roll for beli so he has to do it right now like an idiot.
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[Enter from Marine HQ]
"Hahahahaha! This breeze is so refreshing!" he said, to no one in particular, before continuing to laugh loudly. Although he was in jail for no more than two days, he felt like it had been an eternity. And, in a sense, it might have been as he was somewhat forced into an agreement with a lifelong duration. He did not know when, where or what would be asked of him, only that there was no if. It was a certainty that the man would remind him of this favor he owed once the time came. That was a prison he could not escape from but, as man, he always honors his debts. And being thrown into jail was also a debt he had to clear. The armored man and the pretty boy with the sword. One could explode things in a manner he had yet to comprehend, while the other seemed to manipulate the surroundings and used whatever was available to attack. They caused a massive destruction of his favorite place in the whole Blue Sea, a place that was almost like home. Now, he felt like he had nowhere to return, even if he was told the building would be repaired. And he also believed that the men could be expecting him to show up there after they learn of his escape. Even if he knew the brothel would be back, he could not afford to return there. For that reason, he ventured across the East Blue after escaping.
Having secured a spot in a passengers' ship at the port of a certain city, he managed to decide what place he would target next, in order to secure funds after being thrown into jail. Although he managed to secure a few things during his escape, it was nothing significant. Luckily he was also able to retrieve his grandfather's shield. Without it he might have destroyed part of that Marine Headquarters out of anger. And that would have been foolish in every sense. Despite knowing that, he would still have gone through with such act. That was how much his shield meant to him. Even though it was nothing special, it was his grandfather's memento. Taking one look at it, he felt somewhat nostalgic. The moment of nostalgia ended, however, when an announcer from the ship's crew informed to everyone that they were about to reach their destination. However, he announced that they were also close to a floating restaurant, an establishment located inside a ship that sailed across the waters of the East Blue. The Baratie. Even though there was lunch in the ship's dinning room, they would be able to eat at the Baratie if they wanted, and could afford it. For that, the ship would be anchored by the floating restaurant for the next two hours. Hearing that, Gran returned to his quarters to check if there was any money left by the former occupant and passenger. he murmured to himself before walking out of the bedroom.
The trip between the island where Gran was and his next destination usually took a few days. Because of that, ships that took passengers from one island to another offered meals that were somewhat cheap. Unfortunately, the taste was not so good, making him and pretty much anyone want to eat at the Baratie. As he had no money to afford an expensive meal, however, Gran was forced to eat something from the awful menu of that ship.That is, unless he could do something to change that. It was very possible for him to acquire extra funds for his meal. Or, even better, he could acquire extra funds from the very establishment where he intended to eat. If the Baratie was a famous restaurant, it meant they should earn hundreds of thousanda of beli daily. He could not even begin to calculate how much it would be possible to earn from that alone. Yet, he had to be extra careful. If done poorly, the passengers' ship, that was his only way out, at the moment, could escape while he tried to earn his money. For that reason, he had to sabotage the ship, in a way that he could fix it later. And, in case it does not work out as he planned, he would also need to steal a boat that could be used as a safety measure in case he was left there.
Making his way to the upper deck, Gran observed the number of people heading to the Baratie. He expected many to go and eat at the floating restaurant but the number was at least twice his expectations. If the ship carried a hundred people, at least fifty, including part of the tripulation, composed the waiting line at the large stage that seemed to function as the ship's open air area. On the other side of the vessel, there was another similar stage made of wood, where tables were being placed to acomodate the excessive number of customers. Gran's eyes were probably shining in another person's perspective. "The food there must also be delicious." he said his thoughts out loud, not minding if someone heard as everyone who had not eaten there before would be thinking of the same thing. The only issue was with the customers. Because of the restaurant's fame, it would be no surprise if there were one or two, or even a whole team of marines eating there. He hoped that this kind of coincidence would not occur though.
Gran joined the end of the line while examining the people who were organizing them. Waiters wearing uniforms with the restaurant's flag. They were the ones keeping everyone organized and also offered drinks if someone was too thirsty to wait. It did not take him long to move though. As the tables were prepared on the other side of the ship, the waiting line moved until there were only those who wished to eat inside the actual restaurant. With Gran being one of those. Before long most of the waiters returned to ther duties and only a man, who seemed to be their superior, was left behind, greeting the people as they waited for a table. Eventually, it was Gran's turn. Before he even noticed it, there were also many people behind him so he could not take too long greeting the man who seemed to be a chef now that he could take a better look at his uniform. "A table for one, right?" the man confirmed and signaled for Gran to enter the restaurant shortly after.
Inside the ship that had the fame of being the best restaurant of the East Blue, Gran felt like the atmosphere was completely different from any restaurant he had ever seen before. It was not as luxurious as some of the high class establishments of a kingdom but it was incredible in its own way. He could also see some people, men and women, who seemed to be praised by customers. They were probably chefs. However, they looked far too strong, physically, to be mere chefs. His curiosity would not make him ask them though. At most he would ask them for the one who would have prepared his meal, in order to give his thanks to the person. At the same time, he simulated certain situations as he wanted to be very careful with this mission.
Some time after being guided to his seat, Gran ordered his meal and waited for no longer than a few minutes before his meal was brought to him. A very simple dish actually. It was, however, his favorite. Grilled steak with rice and mashed potatoes. It was also the cheapest dish on the menu. He did not order it because of the price tbough but because of the taste. And it was so delicious that Gran had to eat another one. After making another order, he waited for roughly fifteen minutes, as there was an increase in the number of orrders, before being able to devour the savoury meal. Once he was done, it was time for business. When the waiter approached him to receive the payment, once Gran confirmed that he did not want to order anything else, the man boldly stated that it was on the house. He also announced his identity as a wanted criminal, a pirate who was there for one thing, money. It would have been two if he had not eaten already. As he predicted, there was some opposition. The only mistake was that it was not from the Marine. The chefs and waiters, as well as the man who greeted him at the entrance of the restaurant, all of them got into fighting stances as they surrounded him. Some held knives, others had hammers used to soften the meat, but none of it was of use. He displayed, once again, the powers of his Logia type Devil Fruit boldly. None of their attacks seemed to hurt the man as his body turned into metal upon receiving them. And he made sure to capture all of them with iron chains he made from his body. Within minutes the fight was over and he was able to steal everything from the restaurant. When he was leaving, he made sure to destroy part of the ship's structure as well as the ships of other customers, to prevent any pursuers, while he would escape on an ordinary boat.
Luckily for everyone on the ship although their was destruction. Most of the ship was still buoyant enough to remain floating. Naturally marines would show up. Forget the badass old men on the Baratie. N-now! I'm! Your! Opponent!!
Before Gran Aegis could fully escape. A marine came flipping off his ship. Many spirals, kicks, and hair/cloths flapping in mid-air. The marine was Rango Hatori, newly appointed Lieutenant Junior Grade!
His two feet landed on the ships surface. Sliding a little past Gran Aegis not even looking at him. "Yare, Yare." said coolly. Placing a single hand on his hip. Looking Gran Aegis up an down 4ft away from him. Hatori had a bored expression, but piercing eyes. That penetrated the soul. Hatori believed this guy was a pirate. Gran Aegis looked like one. The marine standing at 6'6". Known as the Flame Emperor among pirates of the sea. Due to him eating the Flare Flare Fruit. Hatori intended to carry out his duty. It will be worth your while to pay attention. To analyze the method through which Rango Hatori gained his title. As Lieutenant Junior Grade. A breeze past with Hatori tilting his head while glancing at Gran Aegis.
"You're an idiot. Me, too. Heh. You probably know that I am a marine from this uniform I wear. Whoa. You did a bit of damage here. What's important is that this generation is fresh, and full of potential. Now, do your best. I'm going to fight you now. However, theirs a catch. I won't arrest you." Hatori said coursing his fingers through his blonde hair.
Hatori succeeded in gaining this pirates attention. The marines face had enough sufficient signs of strength. That appeared as an irresistible force. That idea went very accurate in the woman's department. Wink. "You see. I love to fight. More than anyone, baka." Hatori raised his fist. Tapping the ground with his feet. Breathing in and out. His fighting stance desiring a worthy opponent. Another element to his fighting stance. Was that his entire body upon shifting his weight in his boxing stance. Was left unguarded. Hatori sucked his teeth. Grinning. "You must capture and keep the heart of the original; a supremely able man before his brain can do it's best. In other words, I want you to show me the potential pirates strength of this generation." You couldn't make light of his words. There was no belittling this challenge for the pirate. "I will help you vitally building within your own potential. In time the pirates may have an esprit whose value in time of power cannot be measured. I'm a man of my word. Dude." Hatori began growling getting ready.
Eiza made her way home after an uneventful day of searching for a fight. Ready to stop and enjoy a good dinner. However some debris rolled by on the way towards the Baratie. Maybe it was nothing, however more of it did such again and again. Eiza simply thought someone must have destroyed it again. Which also lead her to her goal...the reason she was out in other places in the first place. She wanted a fight. Eiza would reach each of her arms into the water as her boat sailed forwards towards the Baratie. As she got closer and closer she noticed the two figures standing atop a mostly destroyed yet still floating restaurant ship. The closer she had gotten to the place the larger the chunks of debris had gotten and at this point she had managed to pull out two rather large pieces of the restaurant ship. One might expect someone to be a bit set off by there being more than one person in this location...however Eiza simply took it as an extra challenge. The woman would throw the two pieces of debris, each one aimed to smash into either one of the two presently here. While the large chunks of the boat were in the air Eiza herself would make her way on to the boat and prepare herself, however preparing herself consisted of little preparation and simply being ready to fight....both of these two. It would be exciting.
The floating restuarant of the East Blue was renowned for it's food, as well as the fighting cooks that littered the kitchen within the large floating ship. The man moved with a purpose that let his legs eat up the distance between him and the table that he had spotted from the door way. Men and women glanced over to him momentarily before going back to their food, then looking twice before seeming to become somewhat on edge, the man was of a tall build and thick ropes of muscle from his laborous job. A hammer hung off his waist and bounced gently off his leg as he moved, "Ora ora, anyone available?" he called in a deep tone, his voice not really booming since he was trying to just garner attention from a waiter and not the whole ship. A man glanced up and walked over to him, dressed in serving attire he would gesture for Odin to sit down at the table, "Sorry sir, what would you like today?" he questioned lightly looking mildly agitated. The tall man crouched almost elegantly, folding his body with ease to fit down and would stare at the man as he thought briefly, "Big ol bowl of stew would be excellent." he stated with a genuine smile as the waiter would nod and walk away. Odin relaxed back in the chair and remained quiet as he half nodded off.
The same wealth could have been accumulated had the pirates mind been directed in another business. Hatori had approached this scene with caution. First finding out that the pirate was no longer around. Hatori smirked. Every strategist, whether in business, war, or industry,, or callings. Understand the value of organized, coordinated effort. Every marine strategist understands the value of sowing seeds of dissension in the ranks of the opposing forces. Because doing so breaks up the power of coordination back of the opposition. During one of the wars of the marines. Much was heard about the effects of propaganda, and it seems not an exaggeration to say that the dis-organizing forces of propaganda were much more. Destructive than were all the guns and explosives used in the war. Hatori noticed that the Baratie was destroyed. This meant the pirate had been damaging the ship. Also, the ship members began complaining about their being raids. The marine noticed he would need to use a reimbursing, too. No one person in this world is the master mind of which others speak. But the sum total of the minds in the group, coordinated, organized, and directed to a definite end. Is the power that got money for many pirates. Hatori was analyzing the Baratie in the situation. No two minds in the group are exactly alike. For example the marines and pirates in this world were two completely different entities. Each man in the group does the thing that he is suppose to do, and he does it better than any other person in the world could do it. For example pirates cause havoc. The marines follow duties and carry out a code of justice. Hatori had heard a lot of the old men pirates of the baratie complain. Expecting Hatori to clean everything up. It took the knowledge gained from years of subsequent contact with the pirates of the world. To enable to assimilate that which Hatori said and clearly grasp, and understand the principle back of it. Which was nothing more nor less than the principle of organized effort upon. Which Hatori's duty as a marine was founded. Hatori continued to help with reimbursing the Baratie. Pirates groups of men constituted a piracy mind, and that mind was so well organized, so powerful. That I could have accumulated millions of beli for crooked pirate. In practically any sort of endeavor of a pirate or bandit nature. The pirate life in which that mind was engaged with chaos. The reimbursing continued, and Hatori looked more like a suitable figure to these men. One of the most important turning points of the marine life came with allied armies. Placed under the direction of the Fleet Admiral. There are well informed marine men who claim that this was the move that spelled doom for the opposing pirates.
Any modern marine helping others. Like Hatori was reimbursing the Baratie. Is an excellent example of the value of organized effort because it demonstrates quite simply, and clearly how thousands of marines. Have helped citizens in history in the world. There was a man who had seven sons in the marines. Who were always quarreling among themselves. One day he called them together, and informed them that he wished to demonstrate what true justice was. Hatori continued to think while he was helping the Baratie with the reimbursing. The father of seven sons wanted to demonstrate what their lack of cooperative effort meant. The father had prepared a bundle of seven sticks Which he had carefully tied together. One by one, he asked his sons to take the bundle and break it. Each son tried, but in vain. Then the father cut the strings and handed one of the sticks to each of his sons and asked him. To break it over his knee. After the sticks had all been broke with ease. He said. "When you boys work together. In a spirit of harmony you resemble bundle of sticks, and no one can defeat you. But, when you quarrel among yourselves, anyone can defeat you one at a time." Hatori smiled. Believe it or not he was one of the sons of the seven. His hair breezed through the air. Hatori was helping with the reimbursing for the Baratie. More and more. There is a worthwhile lesson in this past real story of his. Of the man he knew as a father, and his seven quarrelsome brothers. And it may be applied to the people of a community, too. Such as the land dwellers outside of these sea's. Organized effort may be made a power, but it may also be dangerous power. Unless guided with intelligence. Which is the chief reason why the marines. Are devoted largely to describing how to direct the power of organized effort so that it may lead to success. That sort of success which is founded upon truth and justice and fairness. Which led to ultimate happiness. The reimbursing was going well. He could see much better expressions on the Baratie peoples faces.
One of the outstanding tragedies of this age of piracy, raids, and money madness. Caused by the pirates raids. Is the fact that so few people are engaged in the effort that they like best. One of the objects of this is to help marines find his or her particular niche in the worlds work of justice. Hatori nodded still thinking. As he continued his duty with the reimbursing. Where both material prosperity and happiness in abundance may be found. For this purpose Hatori had done many analysis. "Success is the development of the power with which to get whatever one wants in life. Without interfering with the rights of others. This pirate that did this raid. He seems to be living with quite the high." Hatori said taking a break from the reimbursing while he was eating some lunch. Hatori assured the Baratie men that money was the term by which most people measure success. He was helping them with very good skills. Hatori was focusing on the reconstruction part of his duty now. Hatori came from a rich family, however, not all rich men's sons turn out a reflection of them. Unfortunately, but the fact remains nevertheless, that inaction leads to atrophy, and this, in turns, turns to loss of ambition and self confidence. Hatori was without the essential qualities, a man will carry through life on the wings of uncertainty. Just as a dry leaf may be carried here and there on the bosom of the stray winds. Hatori was doing very well as a marine. He was helping the Baratie with the reconstruction. After fully helping this pirate restaurants ship with their reimbursing. Hatori was far from living with disadvantages Struggle is a decided disadvantage because it develops those qualities that would forever lie dormant without confidence. Many a man has found his place in the world because of having been forced to struggle. For existence early in life. Lack of knowledge of the advantage accruing from struggle has never prompted Hatori for downfall. "Courage is the first human qualities because it is the quality which guarantee's the others." Hatori began saying to others on the ship. While he was specifically almost done with the reconstruction of the Baratie. Where fear controls, significant achievement becomes an impossibility. Hatori was helping the Baratie from the previous pirate. Raiding and destroying portions of the Baratie. Hatori's mind was marvelous, mysterious like a piece of machinery. A fact of which he was reminded a few months ago when he picked a few more marine missions to help with. His duty as a marine was first and foremost in his life. Hatori's mind is constantly unfolding, like the petals of a flower. Until it reaches maximum development. What this maximum is, where it ends, or whether it ends at all are unanswerable questions. But the degree of unfoldment seems to vary according to the nature of Hatori's degree to keep his mind focused on justice. Life shrinks or expands in proportion to ones courage. Your only limitations, within reason. Is the one that you set up in your own mind. Hatori's help with the reconstruction was becoming rapid. The ship was looking better through the marines aid. What an immeasurable loss to civilization that young men and woman were not helped by the marines from pirates chaos. For on one who lacks faith in justice really can abide by the proper sense of harmony and peace. After the plan of helping with the reconstruction was completed. Hatori was stratified that it was equitable and sound. Hatori had wiped the sweat off his head smiling. Moral force is another element in gaining justice for a marine. To exert moral force, you must live clean; you must have sufficient brain power to see the right and the will to do right.
Hatori raised his fist since the reconstruction was going so well. His element in gaining moral ascendency through saving lives. Lies in the possession of enough physical vitality and endurance to withstand the hardships. To which innocents and hard-working men such as men on the Baratie. Are subjected with dauntless spirits that enables to not only accept adversities cheerfully. But to minimize their magnitude. Make light of the troubles. Hatori laughed with some of the men on the Baratie. They believed he was a fine boy who was a prominent member of the marines. "My name is Rango Hatori, Lieutenant Junior Grade. Better not forget it. You Baratie bastards." In order to help others. Hatori was conserving his strength by not demanding needless exertion, or useless labor. This reconstruction and reimbursing has saved the lives of those on the Baratie. And by doing all these things. Hatori is breathing life into what would be referred to as justice. Hatori is creating a soul in his justice that will make the mass respond to how holy the marines can be. And that is esprit.
Stepping into the floating restaurant was a man that hasn't been seen sailing these seas in many years. He 'parked' his vessel just outside The Baratie, a place he hasn't eaten at in ages as he walked in by kicking the door open with enough force to open it but not slam it open. His hands in his pockets as he walked in with a smile, taking a seat at the nearest table he found, yanked out the seat and sat his a** down, leaning back in his chair as he had his hands behind his head, fingers laced together as he didn't even realize he had just sat down at some other dude's table at first. He sighed softly, taking in the aroma and atmosphere of this place before he opened his eyes back up and noticed the other guy. "Oh s**t, sorry man!" He said, sitting dropping the seat back to all four legs as he rubbed the back of his head. "Ha, wasn't paying attention for a minute there, my bad."
