Rabblerouse (Y'all won) [[FULL]] Feb 28, 2019 11:46:32 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Feb 28, 2019 11:46:32 GMT -5
Gunfire echoed throughout the night sky, rupturing what would have been a peaceful scene against the calm tides. Amidst the waters was a large port, one which was backed by the Imperial Army, littered with red and blue colors of the army flags. The large town was always packed with ships docked at bay, the town within built of cobblestone and wood. It was a modest town with limited technology. Most ships were run with sails and crew, guns packed with powder and dim flickering lights were all that gave refuge for the wary traveler seeking shelter. Many in town were locals, though many others travelers, passerby or pirates.
Pirates had been the livelier sort on this world, giving the Imperial Army a consistent list of things to do. Many who associated with the pirates were jailed, others hanged or exiled from the city itself. Many were at the mercy of the sea, which surrounded this port, giving those who controlled it the advantage. The army was not lacking in ships, many of their fleet some of the swiftest on the high seas. Many rumors passed through this port, of pirates or other vagabonds who had eluded the army's grasp, though non could be open supporters of such criminals, less they were openly used as examples.
It was because of this many of the locals lived in fear of pirates, afraid to be associated with them less they be persecuted by the army themselves. Luckily, Law's ship wasn't bound to the same laws as this worlds, The Harpy being a swift predator of the skies, his prized airship. The sky pirate had sailed to this world from a tip he had heard on Traverse Town, of a world filled with islands and hidden treasure. Of course, he was excited for a chance to line his pockets! Imagine, a world just lying around lousy with treasure ripe for the taking! It was the chance of a lifetime.
Or so he had thought. Currently crouched behind a flipped table, the pilot wondered how he got to this point, hiding from gunfire while the bar around him erupted with action. There was an immense brawl going on, mainly started by a card game he had been running. I was just the dealer! A grimace marked the tan face stained with worry. One of the players had been goaded into a higher bid (his idea, mind you) against a player that had been counting cards. Law had known the other player was counting cards, as that was the whole gambit. Law would act as the dealer, fair and just in his dealing, while another player previously in on the know would play against everyone else and clean house. The dealer, himself, would back the cheating player, assuring everyone that the cards were dealt fairly, and the two would split the profit.
Unfortunately, many of the other players this night had happened to be pirates, who are not known to lose their treasure so easily. Being a pirate himself, Law had anticipated such an occurrence. What he hadn't anticipated were that said pirates had been a notoriously dangerous bunch, cursed by Aztec gold.
Extraordinarily tough due to the undead curse, the pirates had quickly began to push him and the card player against a wall. Luckily for Law, he was an opportunist, getting others involved by means of ducking at the right moments. An entire brawl had broken out throughout the pub, many citizens beginning to participate rather than evacuate. "I think it's time for me to go." The sky pirate holstered his gun, which he had recently fired back at some of the lousy bastards that had drawn weapons. "Cowards! Whatever happened to fistfights!" It was a meaningless sentiment, given the brass knuckles the pirate kept nestled in his coat pocket.
With a swift roll out from the cover of the table, the airship pilot bolted for the door, running incredibly fast for an ordinary man. Especially one in steel toed boots.