Leroy Smiled as he thumbed his sash, walking into the town center. His eyes wandering around the square. There were a few groups of people with cameras snapping and taking pictures. Kids had their older siblings stand at either side of them as they kneeled between them, mimicing the look of roger on his day of death.
The Captain couldn't help but smile, sure it was morbid, but it was clear that peoples sense of freedom and want for adventure was long from being dead. At least as children.
Though...He knew from experience of seeing kids his age be denied, that it would only be a matter of time before they were denied of their want for adventure by the world that they lived in... Leroy could visualize it in his mind.
The entire square filled with people. It was said that nearly 100,000 people were in the square alone, with nearly every person on the entire planet watching in some shape or form.
It was the Broadcast that sent one Clark Sinclair into the Lime light as the premier place for news, gaining the ability to publish the 'The Upton Economic Journal' or simply 'World News'. Leroy could see it, the large scaffold standing at the far edge where now a golden plack sat.The two men standing at either sides with their executioner spears at the ready.
Roger Profoundly proclaiming that he had left all his worldly achievements somewhere in the world, and all they had to do Was to find it. A chill went down his spine as he snapped back to reality. A sigh of relief escaping his mouth as he grinned. "Yeah. This is it." Leroy walked deeper into the square, and watched the people as they moved. None of them looking at him strangely or recognizing him. Though there were a few marines that were actively guarding the square, Leroy was obviously not going to do anything.
"Man I wish I had a camera."
"Right there! Yeah right there! That's him!" Spoke a voice in the shadows, in return a voice answered, one that sounded feminine and higher pitch, almost like helium "Should I go now?" Asked the voice "Yes! Go Quickly!"
Kirk made sure to take the photo of Leroy and put it into his journal for safekeeping until they got to the ship again. "Such a nice man. Ha! I wonder if he really is gonna keep that second pi- Eh?!"
Leroy had just gotten his picture taken by a kind old man, having asked for two to be taken. He told the man to keep the second one as a memory of the time he the future king of the pirates, which had promptly caused the man to stuff the picture in his pocket and make a run for it. When suddenly, from up in the air a scream was heard from up above him!
The sudden sihouette of a feminine figure with a weapon raised over head was seen before attempting to slam a large mallet onto the head of the captain!
"FARADAY HAMMAH" Leroy had promptly leapt backwards and out of the way! The Ground cracked slightly from the weight of a strange looking mallet. It appeard to be some sort of bulbous looking hammer, nearly the size of the now revealed woman! "Damn! He's too fast boss!"
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Pulling the hammer from the ground she rested the strange looking weapon on her shoulders...She was....A clown?! Her hair was a bright display of colors as her face was adorned in white paint with a star and triangle on her face in mismatched colors, her shirt was bright pink with bits of lace around the taper around the neck which exposed her chest.
The Shirt clung tight to her frame and exposed a large section of her midriff as suspenders hung from her shoulder and connected to a pair of pants that cut of at the calf which had a heart and a diamond on either leg in a deeper complementary purple. This was Quinn Jest. A pirate from the East Blue with a Measly bounty of only 1,000,000. Gained after she had went on a rampage across a town and stole jewels from a bank
"WHAT?! How did you miss!" Spoke a voice above her on a building.
"AGH! Ugh your Useless!" Now adorned in a new vest and a pastel colored button up with the same brown slack he once wore, with a new clown makeup acorss his face. Was none other than Steady Bonney...A cutlass in hand as part of his body floated dethatched from his upper body.
His head shot up towards the sky at the sound of the scream, his eyes bugging out with surprise. He lunged out of the way immediately, wrapping his hands and arms over his head for protection, yelling out in fear. As his feet found steady ground again, Kirk whipped around to figure out what happened. A... clown lady?! Who was this girl?! Oh god, of course, they had to come across some trouble here! It was destined! But... she looked like a pirate? Why would a pirate attack another pirate out of the blue? His questions were... actually, no, they weren't solved at all! In fact, more and more grew. They grew VERY rapidly the moment a new figure stepped out.
"EWWW what is wrong with him?! Why is he floating like that?!" *Kirk's thoughts sorta slipped out of his lips on accident, a bit surprised to see Steady. He didn't MEAN to say it, it was really an accident, he was just so confused about the situation. At least Leroy was ok- 'OH GOD was this some guy Leroy pissed off at some point?! Oohhh that would make so much sense, damn it.'
"The fuck you mean EW?! You're one to talk orange hair!" Steady Responded in an exacerbated tone. "I pride myself on my sharp and roguishly handsome looks, I'll have you know"
He said dethatching another one of his arms and stroking his small goatee, a thin patch of blonde hair sat across his chin. He looked quite a bit different than the first time he had encountered Leroy, Now having different bits of makeup across his face, dark eyeliner and eyeshadow that covered his eyes and had a small point that trailed down both sides of his face and ended just above his cheeks. A red smear of a smile across his mouth. It was certainly something most in the world would find frightening if they saw a pirate with that look
His hair was put up into a messy middle hanging pony tail. It was clear he certainly took a lot of care for his, rather strange appearance.