Journey onto The Grand Line: Voyage One

[Aerozord]

"Destiny. Fate. Dreams. These unstoppable ideals are held deep in the heart of man. As long as there are those that seek freedom in this life, these things will not vanish from the earth"

Your crew has recently set sail on the Grand Line, the rapidly shifting and extreme weather as you travel from reverse mountain giving you your first taste of the dangers you must face. Finally a day later weather had stablized for the moment and you are on your way to your first island. Only minor damage to your ship and is easily repaired. Your ship currently has a million beri worth of treasure and full stock of food and other supplies.

However peace is a rare commodity on the Grand Line and you can spot three specks on the horizon. Slowly growing closer, and soon making it clear what they are. Pirate ships.

[Premmy]

Dorian Soro looked out on the Grand Line from his perch on the bow of the ship. He spun around on his heel, throwing his hair back and tying his trademark bandanna down over head. With a devilish smile, he drew his cutlass, pointing it behind him to the approaching ships and hollering at the top of his lungs.

" ALLRIGHT MEN! IT LOOKS TO ME THAT WE'VE GOT SOME TROUBLE HEADED OUR WAY!......

He paused mid-order and looked back over his shoulder again. He wrinkled his nose and looked again to his crew.

"It's entirely possible that they are not here to challenge us, but are instead well-wishers here to see us off on our journey. BE THAT AS IT MAY, WE WOULDN'T WANT ANYONE TO GET THE IDEA! THAT THE LEGENDARY RED-BAND PIRATES ARE ANYTHING BUT ROUGH AND READY TO TUSSLE WITH ANYTHING THROWN AT THEM! So, keeping that in mind, ALL HANDS ON DECK!

[Menarker]

Cyrano slowly trod the ship steadily, undisturbed by the sway and movements upon the waves. His sword was held in one hand, slung behind his back.

"What do you wish? Ward them off? Force their surrender? Loot them? Or send them to the bottom of the sea?"

The shark-man's face was mildly content, neither of the choices being more or less appealing, except for perhaps looting them.

[Jagos]

"Oi! Captain, they've got 7 deckhands each from wha' I'm seeing here!"

Gunther looked at the flags. Having read the news, he wanted to focus on which crews might be their next target. He sneezed. His cold from the crazy weather probably wasn't going to help him too much but he'll be damned if he wore another shirt again. The story was too horrifying.

"And captain, for the last time, "The Legendary Pirates ARE Rough and Ready to Tussle! Get it right this time! "

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar stood on the deck unmoving. One of the lovely things about his devil fruit power is he could stay still on moving ships, sure his body could sway about but his feet never moved. It was a silly thing to do, but Rugnar is a silly man sometimes. He did notice the ship in the distance and grinned.

"What do you wish? Ward them off? Force their surrender? Loot them? Or send them to the bottom of the sea?" Cyrano asked out loud.

Rugnar looked at the strange fishman and gave his head a shake. Ward them off and Not Loot them? Blasphemy!

"What are ya? Daft man! They be having treasure on board, We loot them then send em to the bottom of the sea! Never let treasure go to waste!"

Rugnar released his feet from the floor board and headed out to look at the ships.

"It's only 3 of em anyways, we can take em!"

If there was anything Rugnar was, Being confident topped his list. He Grinned up at the fish guy. This will be fun and he was just picturing all the loot he could take from the hold's of those ships.

[Menarker]

Cyrano stared at Rugnar with an understanding but stern expression. To an average pirate, not looting an opposing ship was a worthless suggestion. But to him, it didn't matter where they got the loot as long as he got his share. Whether the captain wanted to attack that particular group was another matter. The money did had to come from somewhere, but not particularly from this ship.

I'm a fishman. I could swim under their ship, likely without them knowing. Punch several holes under their ship, we watch them all sink and drown, and I swim back and forth, carrying the loot back to the ship. No fight, no risk. If the captain wants to keep them alive though for ransom, interrogation, slavery or any other reason, then we'll have to use a different approach. I'm just asking how he'll want to approach this situation. It makes little difference to me as long as I get my share.

He however returned Ragnar's grin with a wry smirk. His own sword arm was ready for action and at least the crew seemed confident in their success.

[krogothwolf]

Rugnar stared at Cyrano with the look of a kid who just had someone take away their favourite toy. What was wrong with this guy, did he really think he could take all the fun away from everyone? Honestly, some people are just a bunch of spoil sports.

"Hey now, Ya look here ya Crazy fishman! Ya don't be doin things like that, half the fun of looting is getting the treasure yerself. If you go out there and do that then ye'll be ruinin all the fun fer the rest of us!" Rugnar practically shouted at the fishman.

He then pointed at the ships.

"Ye'd also totally ruin the fun of combat fer the rest of us! Yer trying to steal all the glory fer yerself aren't ya? Rugnar continued. He was starting to get heated at the thought of not being able to loot the ships, or get to smack people around.

[Menarker]

Cyrano shrugged.

"If you feel that badly about it, I could just chop off their rudders, so they can't steer. Then we can attack them one by one at our leisure without being swarmed or them escaping."

[Jagos]

Gunther sneezed. Oi! What makes them evil? They might just be on their way to somewhere else. Or maybe they heard about us! They heard about the great aim of the greatest sniper in the world and they won't get too close...

Gunther's knees were shaking in the crows nest. He didn't like fighting hand to hand, but could do it if need be. Give him a few long range shots, he'd make it. He could only hope that they'd keep their distance.

[Overcast]

Down below Vind had been doing a bit of cleaning. After all a dirty cooking environment was bad for both health and hedonism, good food being the type of thing made in a nearly sterile environment. He did the best he could at any rate, trying to make everything in his domain sparkle and shine so that when he did start cooking he wouldn't have to even think about it. Course everything came to a terribly screeching halt when he heard the grand yell of the captain screaming,

ALL HANDS ON DECK!

He hurriedly tried to put his cleaning supplies in their rightful place before he took off for the ladderwell up to the main deck. He caught the news late, but from what he pieced together they had seen a couple ships and were ready to do all the typical pirating business and as he was he tried to join in on the awkward moment,

"Ah-well a boarding sounds the best option if we can pull it off. We can see their crew, kill the useless, abduct what we need, and if we like the ship we can even transfer off to that one. Though that is a one at a time sort of thing, if we go with Mister Cyrano and cut the rudders of the other two they won't be able to maneuver in to aid the best one...but that is just this humble cook's opinion."

He smiled warmly, maybe a bit too warmly for someone who just volunteered the kind of plan he just did.