The Sun Pirates

As I saw the stretch of land which imprisoned me for so much time get further and further away from me, the reality of the situation hits me like a truck

'I'm free!'

I didn't have much time to contemplate that fact because of the constant murmur coming from the center of the ship in which I'm currently situated.

A large group of fishermen was gathered around Fisher Tiger trying to speculate why he called them all on the deck.

I was none the wiser so, with my trusted sword, I neared them to ear what the old man had to say.

"Fellow ex-slaves and compatriots, I wanna advance a proposal" as Fisher started to talk with an authoritative tone, everyone else stopped chatting to pay close attention to their savior.

"I have decided with the support of the crown to start a pirate crew."

as if a spell was cast on the crowd everyone started talking again in full force.

"I'm not going to force you to join me and the Sun Pirates, but to whoever may be interested, please speak up

"We won't be a simple group of brigands, moved by our hunger for power and money. We will uphold a certain set of rules that will distinguish us from the common pirate, making us legends of the sea in the process." Every single person was stunned to silence from the words of Tiger.

"so if you are interested in joining come here beside me, while if you aren't, don't worry, I will bring you to an island from where you will be able to take off in the direction of your former homes"

without even thinking, I jump straight beside Fisher.

I wasn't the only one who wanted to join.

a good two-thirds of the people decided to join but most notably the one who seemed more powerful or with the most potential out of everyone where a big dude named Jinbe, another one had a strange nose and was named Arlong, and then there was one strange-looking dude named macro, but I'm not one to judge on appearance since I look probably far stranger to them.

"So, for everyone who decided to join, welcome to your new home, now my friend Isti will transform that tattoo that everybody hates so much into the symbol and pride of our crew" with a large smile he shoved in front of him a little dude with two tick glasses and a strange tattoo machine in his hands.

a long line started to form on the deck and the first one to get his tattoo done was none other than me, the good-looking frog Chad of the crew.

the process was slightly painful but I endured far worse.

now other than a, from an outsider's perspective probably strange, smile my new pride and joy, the big sun tattoo that freed me forever of the remaining control the Celestial scums had over my body and mind.

(2 months time skip)

the most obstinate out of the other members of the crew and the one with better fighting potential decided to join the Sun Rays, otherwise known as the fighting division.

The more intelligent and strategic cantered guys made up the Star division and the other ones who mainly did odd jobs and cooking were part of the Heat division.

Following my advice, Fisher decided to entertain my idea of making an organized pirate crew that will be far more efficient than any other and so far more powerful.

Fisher was the Captain but every division had to have a commandeer that responded to only the captain and could order the member of its division and organize every task with rigor and carefulness.

we still had to appoint the commander of each division, the method with which we will decide them will be by doing a big tournament of strength for the fighting division in which the one who will win will get the title.

for the strategic division, we built a series of difficult scenarios in which theme beers of the strategic force will have to evaluate the best solution to the problem presented to them in the minimum amount of time possible.

while for the Heat division, we will organize a contest and see the most prepared candidate which will be able to lead all the workers with the most arming and efficiency, this test will be the most time-consuming since there are a lot of candidates.

It's useless to say that I will compete in the tournament for the position of commander of the fighting force, there's no way that I will lose to the other fighters of the crew.

I have been training all day long since I stepped foot for the first time on this ship, I was even helped by Fisher in the Haki department.

I won't say much but I think I am way more powerful than when I first fought against Salomon, I could even say that I'm pretty confident that I could beat the shit out of him.

the most progress though was made in the sword fighting department, this sword feels just like an extension of my harm now, every time I have my hand over the handle I can feel a rush of power and blood lust, I can sense that the sword wants to fight strong foes but I still can't grant it that wish.

I'm brought back from my wondering by the sound of fighting on the deck.

"Jimbe you won't beat me this time" Arlong screamed like a cornered animal.

'Right, I better continue my training' I know that previously I said that there was no way of losing the tournament but Jimbe worries me, he is a formidable fighter and is way older than me.

'he could cause some problems I think as I unsheath my sword to start my training.

Fisher was waiting for me with a grin plastered all over his face in the training room.

"sonny, you finally came to get your ass beaten another time, huh"