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GINKEN: Sea Storm

"Embark on an epic journey with Timothy, the protagonist of 'GINKEN: Sea Storm.' In a world engulfed by the infinite Vast Expanse, Timothy sails across the boundless ocean, fueled by the sole ambition to reach the colossal gate that serves as the portal to escape. Armed with extraordinary fire powers, he encounters a spectrum of allies and adversaries, each encounter shaping his destiny in this captivating tale of courage, magic, and the uncharted mysteries of the sea." - The narrative of this novel draws inspiration from the Japanese anime/manga series, One Piece. - The quality of the chapters noticeably improves from chapter 95 onward, extending to the latest chapters currently in development.

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Sennecroft Holm; The Gathering of the Pirates - Part 04

Dinny had his arms tucked between his legs as he sat on the rock. He appeared to be both bored and a little upset. "Tim will be angry with me because I couldn't get the tickets." He regretted not being able to get what he wanted and thought Tim would no longer allow him to go with him.

He was hit with Eureka when he suddenly noticed a cloak dangling from the rope. He grinned, and the next second, a hat and coat were covering him. "If this doesn't work, there's nothing that can." He appeared older by donning a detective hat while wearing a spy coat.

In front of the public ship, a man who was selling tickets sat in a chair and distributed them to individuals who were old enough and weren't pirates.

And it was time for Dinny to shine. He pocketed his hands and started walking toward the man with confidence. The man watched him approach and then looked at the boy covered in spy clothes.

Dinny moved forward, but his hat didn't even manage to stick out of the window. He said nothing more than "Hey," yet the man appeared to be wary of him. "Hello? What would you like?" Not yet making any assumptions, the man pondered.

"I have to board that ship. I have an objective I need to grasp. Don't tell anyone, but I'm this incredible spy put here by the agency to operate incognito." When Dinny attempted to deepen his voice to sound more convincing, it was immediately suspicious. The man in front of Dinny was not amused as his dark glasses-covered eyes glittered in the sunlight.

"Um... 'sir', I don't think a spy is *supposed* to tell that they are on a mission to anyone. And what's with that stick in your mouth?" the man wondered as he exhaled in irritation.

"It's a unique cigarette that can turn into a gun," Dinny said, coughing and averting his eyes just a little. The man at the booth didn't buy it, though, even after those lies.

"It's a lollipop..."

Dinny's face darkened and became uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's for sure. I shouldn't smoke to draw attention since I'm on a mission, you know." The deeper voice exhausted him, and he clutched and scraped his neck. "The fact is... Smoking typically makes a mission look less suspect; also, I've examined everyone's IDs and found no fakes. Show me the ID and take off that hat if you want me to believe you are a spy and not the same child from before."

Dinny started to lose ideas and was surrounded by a veil of depressing thoughts. "I... uh... shouldn't do that. It's not a smart idea to just show ID to anyone." But the next instant that Dinny tried to change the subject the man grabbed his hat, took it off, and pulled the glasses away to reveal Dinny's face.

While the man was acting pretty casually, Dinny was acting uncomfortably and had sweat trickling down his brow. They remained silent for a short while before Dinny smirked awkwardly, removed the lollipops from his mouth, and asked, "Um... want a lollipop?"

After only three additional seconds, Dinny was kicked behind the house and raised his fist. He exclaimed indignantly, "I'll get those tickets one way or another!" before scoffing, "What a jerk!" after scratching his bottom.

When he turned to look, he saw Tim coming toward him. He was instantly afraid, and he was then confronted by him, looking up at Tim's face. "Yo, Dinny! Found ya! Did ya get those tickets I asked for?"

Dinny fell silent but tried not to make any assumptions when he saw another woman standing next to him. He swayed left to right while crossing his arms behind his back. "Okay, I tried my best. But unless I pay for them or present my ID, the man would not let me purchase the tickets! I tried a ton of things, but none of them were successful. He caught me when I tried to sneak into the booth and get the tickets. I made an effort to ask him respectfully, but that also failed. Even though they couldn't speak English, I asked a complete stranger to get the tickets for me, and it didn't work either. The last one I attempted a few seconds ago by trying to act as an undercover agent also failed."

Tim grew bored and a little uneasy as he listened to him. "As a child, did you really try to pose as someone else? Did you really think that would work?" Tim raised an eyebrow when he crossed his arms. "Well, it was worth a shot since I promised to get them," Tim then turned to face Phoebe, who smiled. "I'm confident we can work something out. And if not, I'll just use my special trick that none of the boys can handle," she said. Tim and the others contemplated several strategies for a while, but none of them would be successful if deployed into action. Tim eventually gave up and sighed as he prepared to move on to the next stage.

"I'm wasting my time. I had 24 hours to get there, but already one hour in minus. Stay here, and I'll take care of things. I learned how to do this from Ayuka, but I couldn't perform it before. But it seems that now is the ideal time to finish the mission." He took a big breath after pressing his two palms together, cracking his neck and knuckles. "This should be enjoyable."

The man who sold the tickets continued reading the comic book. It had pictures of women in bikinis, and his cheeks were red. "Oh, I'd do anything if a beautiful goddess approached me right now." He looked in the air with a smile until somebody stepped in front of him. It was a girl that pressed her palm into the table.

The veil of perplexity engulfed Dinny and Phoebe as they watched Tim change into a replica of a lady. "Holy. He wasn't kidding. He matches a girl exactly. Based on her voice and appearance, it's perfect. Even his hips get slimmer and clothes become girl-like as a result." Phoebe, who was rubbing the top of her head, explained. "Since when was he able to do that?" Dinny tacked on another query.

In an off-shoulder jacket that showed his left shoulder, Tiffany stood in front of the man while beaming. She wore a white mini-shirt on her chest with a pendant sliding between her cleavage.

"Excuse me, cutie. I'd appreciate it if you could give me three cruise tickets. I'm desperate to find a safer location, but I don't have any money. You see...," her voice grew more enticing and adorable, "Living next to these awful pirates makes me scared, and being here alone is stressful for a lady like me. I'm too afraid to lose the tickets, so I'd really appreciate it if you could give me three in case of an emergency.." Tiffany's seduction was already working, and she was able to make her cheeks appear more realistically flushed.

Tiffany grasped under the man's chin and softly pushed him into her face as the man's heart in the booth began to race, and he lost control of himself. "You'll give them to me, right?" The man had a weak side to him, and his nose started to bleed. He smiled and remarked, "I don't know... What will I get in return?" Tiffany proceeded. "You are welcome to touch my boobs if you desire." She delicately raised her breasts so they would bounce in front of the man's eyes by moving her arm beneath them.

The man's need to touch his boobs intensified, and as he gently extended his hands, he eventually caved. A stream of blood then burst from his nose, and the tickets were in Tiffany's hands as soon as his face slammed on the table in the following second.

She shrugged her shoulders, smiled, closed her eyes, and crossed her arms. "Just like that." She laughed as she pulled the tickets from the side. She then waved to Dinny and Phoebe, who rushed over to greet her. " I got the tickets." She smirked and displayed the three tickets to them both.

"I was surprised that you were so skilled with female seduction. When did you learn that?" Tiffany was quite startled by Phoebe's query. "Oh, that was so simple, honestly. I've seen people fall in love with Ayuka, and I've even seen how she seduces the guys, so using that knowledge made it easy."

Phoebe chuckled and shifted her weight. " I was going to do the same thing, but I'm sure you had more fun doing it." Tiffany's eyes twitched as a result of the negative ideas. "Yeah, no. I think I had it worse than you would. Anyhow, let's move quickly. The ship to La Isleta Cortada is about to set sail." They all concurred and dashed up the ship, leaving the man bleeding from the nose in the charming dreams.

To be continued...

Character Profile: Tiffany Miyazaki (18 Years, currently)

[BOUNTY]: $300,000 (current)

1. Hair Color: White (Fluffy & Short-ish Ponytail)

2. Eye Color: Pink

3. Height: 5'9/175 cm

4. Forbidden Technique: Supremacy

5. Special Ability: Phoenix Soul

Summary: Phoenix Soul is a mythical skill that relies on the manipulation of a specific element known as pyrokinesis. Tiffany gains the same skills as a phoenix attributable to this talent. She has the ability to release flames from her entire body, set obstructions ablaze, and shift flames to her will. She has the ability to raise the temperature, allowing her to discharge orange, blue, and white flames. This skill gives her a "rebirth" method that prevents her from dying, allowing her to resurrect and return to the field. However, if she were to be consumed by fire, or put out because of water, during the process of resurrection, her body would fade into nothingness, removing her ability to resurrect. After all, her entire body is comprised of fire. She is unable to resurrect if she dies of natural causes like; illness, disease.

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