(Third Person POV)
[On The Waters Outside The Iron Kingdom, The New World]
Three Pirate Ships were surrounding a large Brig Sloop that was black and dark grey in color. The sails were black and white, a large Jolly Roger visible.
The Jolly Roger had a white horned skull that had two swords crossing behind it, pointing downwards. The horned skull seemed like it was smirking, the horns were curved downwards, and the skull almost resembled a horned helmet.
This was The Grand Seliana, the vessel of the White-Haired Pirates, the infamous crew that White-Haired Dante led. It was being surrounded by three unknown pirate crews that simply wanted to make a name for themselves.
"Oiiii!!!" a Pirate standing atop the figurehead, "You damned White-Haired fucks!!! Everyone thought you were all dead! Now that you all come back, you're going to meet your fate against us!! We'll make a name for ourselves by taking the heads of you fuckers!"
There was a loud cheer coming from that pirate ship, roaring through the air and reaching the Seliana. This happened for nearly a minute; all three pirate ships were drowning with laughter and cheering, and the clear anticipation of glory was noticeable.
They all then watched as a tall and burly man with black hair and a thick black beard walked up to the side of the deck. He had dark grey eyes, which pierced right through them, and he wore a black sleeveless shirt, along with brown pants. There were scars on his muscular arms that were signs of battle.
He looked at the ships, a slight smirk on his face, "Lookie what we have here." He said, "Buncha nobodies trying to become somebodies, eh?"
Over to the ships, they were all amused by the sudden appearance of this man.
One of the pirates was looking through his telescope, "Oiii..." He said, "That's their Shipwright! Grey, The Anvil!!"
"Oh???" Another pirate said, "Ain't he worth 230 Million Berries???"
"Yea!!" some said in unison
"Hehe, jackpot!" the Pirate captain said with a smirk
Grey sighed and rubbed his neck, taking in a deep breath and looking at them, "BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKING FODDER!!!" His voice bellowed, reaching all three ships that were around two hundred meters from the ship, "Today's not the day you wanna die!!"
"OHHHH???" A Pirate Captain from one of the ships said, "Is that a fucking challenge?!"
"Trust me!" Grey said, a smirk on his face, "I'm in a good mood, but I can't say the same for the others!! We're on the way to the Iron Kingdom, don't fuck this up for us! The Fateful Day is upon us!! Don't be like the other imbeciles that tested their luck!!"
"Fuck you!!!" one of the shouted, "We're sinking your ship and sending you to a watery grave!!!"
Grey sighed, "Your funerals...."
As he said this, he heard the sound of footsteps. He turned back to see a tall man walking up to him, wearing a black and purple kimono. He had long and purple hair with purple eyes, a face that was a certain type of handsome. He was tall, slim, yet muscular, with an imposing presence that anyone could feel as they walked.
"Hm, they woke your ass up, eh?" Grey said as he smirked slightly, "Ryoma."
Ryoma placed his hand on one of his katanas that were held by his blue sash, "Hm...." He said, "Another three, hm?"
"Yea." Grey said, "We're running late, truth be told. So it's not an issue if you want to deal with them."
"Very well." Ryoma said, a dangerous glint in his serious eyes,
"I'll take care of it."
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[Iron Kingdom, The New World]
The Iron Island is home to the Iron Kingdom, which is a nation that is not affiliated with the World Government. It is a massive island that is self-sufficient, with resources that reside in its many regions.
The main region is called The Iron Forest, which is a massive forest that contains the Iron Wood. A resource that is so valuable that the World Government has tried to get into the trading system of the world. Because of this single resource, along with the massive iron and copper deposits in the Mountain Region, the Iron Kingdom became incredibly wealthy. They traded with several kingdoms of the New World, even reaching past the Red Line and into Paradise.
The Iron King, a powerful and influential figure of The New World, has refused offers from the World Government many times in his 23 years of ruling. Because of his nation's value and his own personal prowess, the Iron Kingdom was left alone, and due to its neutral stance on the current events, it was not viewed as a threat.
Because of this, it would be a good haven for some pirates who would want to lay low.
And so, that is what happened.
In their Port Town, which was called Roxanne's Port, there was a loud commotion going on. Several pirates had docked there, having heard that there was an infamous member of the White-Haired Pirates. The thing is, the White-Haired Crew had made so many waves over the years that they were active, and many have decided to target them in order to gain glory and fame. And because of the incident with Kaido, many have gotten confident that they could take them on without issue.
That is not the case.
And these reckless pirates would come to know this.
Inside a clinic, which had a long line, some of the pirates pushed through and started shooting their guns into the ceiling.
"OIIIII!!!" one of them said as the sick civilians were cowering in fear, "Listen up, ya fuckfaces!!"
"P-Pirates?!" One of them said, "Where are the Port Guards?!"
The Pirate aimed his gun at her, "Shut yer trap!" He said, "Now!"
The woman squealed and covered her mouth, "Eeek!!"
"I hear there's an infamous Pirate here!" He said, "A member of the White-Haired crew! Tell me where the bitch is and nobody gets hurt!"
Suddenly, the door to the back hallway was opened, and the sound of a laughing elderly woman was heard.
"Ahahaha, I'll be careful from now on, Myriam-chan." She said as she walked slowly, "I just didn't see the spilled tea."
Holding her arm gently, a young girl with black hair and glasses was smiling brightly, "Oh, don't worry~" She said with a bright tone, "I'm just glad you just sprained the wrist, not broke it!"
"D-Doctor Myriam???" One of the patients waiting squealed, "T-There's...!"
Myriam stopped and looked over, "Huh?" She said, "Who.....what's going on here?"
"Oi, boss." one of the pirates walked over to the one who was yelling prior, "Myriam....ain't that the name of the White-Haired Crew's doctor?"
"Huh?" the Pirate said, "That little girl? She's too short and young-looking!"
The young girl fixed her glasses, "What is the meaning of this?" She said, "Why are you in my waiting room, holding guns?"
"You!!" the Pirate pointed the gun at her, "You're Myriam?"
"Yes, that is my name." Myriam said
"As in....Combat Medic Myriam????" The Pirate said
"Yes, that's what they used to call me." Myriam blinked, "What's it to you?"
"You fucking little girl!" The Pirate said, "Yer coming with us, ya hear?"
Myriam sighed, "More Pirates, huh?" She said, walking over to the behind the desk, "Well, everyone, clear out. Make some space."
The patients all scattered, pushing against the walls as Myriam pulled out a large box.
"Oh, not again....!" A man with a sling said, "This is not good!"
"What?" the Pirate said
Myriam fixed her glasses, "I've been so stressed as of late, so everyone...forgive my manners and language...." She said as she pulled out a massive shotgun and pumped it, "But while I'm veryyyyy good at patching up bullet holes..."
"W-What the fuck?!" the Pirates all said in unison
Myriam stepped on the desk and glared at them, aiming from the hip, "I'm also veryyyyy good at making them!!!" She said with an enraged look,
"Get the fuck out of my clinic, you scumbags!!!"