Walk of the King
McSheriff POV
This man does not belong in West Blue. I just came on the report of someone actually knocking out Meme D. Troll. He was a pain in the ass for a long time, but when you live around pirates, it's nothing new. A fairly tall man with some scars that almost damn killed the my third squad by just being around. I was sure that the things they said were exaggerated a lot, but how could someone talk about luck when this man has clearly been to hell and back?
He just stands between twenty no less pirates and my personal squad of marines, worry free.
Is he on behalf of the World Goverment with some sort of mission? Did he come for me? I took a couple of bribes, but what can you do on this goddamn pirate-infested island? I had to survive, I have to feed my family after all.
I can't help but sweat. He is not moving. He just waits. Will he wait for me?
Maybe if I surrendered, he would make my sentence a little shorter. Anything but Impel Down.
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Jonah Jiffy John Jimmy Jefferson POV
I cannot afford to lose my authority over my crew. I don't care who it is, it may be the damn Gold Roger. I feel like any second they will stab me in the back. I knew it was a mistake to stay in this damn place. Everywhere you go there is a pirate. Even the damn bartender was a pirate. There is no one to rob!
I have a super strong revolver. It's sure to put some holes in anyone. I was lucky enough to find it in some weird stash a year ago, and the next person to enter is unlucky enough to taste lead.
He looks scary, but nothing I can't handle. He doesn't have a weapon? A civilian? Perfect.
I acted as tough as I could. Why doesn't he back off?
FUCK GO AWAY, McSheriff.I'm way more scared of my crew than any marine. I saw what they do in action.
My hand is shaking. My hands are sweaty, mom's spagetti. Why do we wear leather when it's this warm? I'm surrounded by danger. I just have to shoot.
*BANG*
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King POV
I really want to pee. There must be a restroom. Maybe in the back? I'm sure those guys will sort it out. Costumes look good, and guns look realistic. I just looked around the bar for the restroom door. Maybe behind a bar? As my head turns, I hear a loud bang.
What was that? Something fell?
A MAN SHOT HIMSELF. What the actual hell? His brains are splattered all over now. Do they have real guns? Is This Real? I ALMOST DIED. Where the hell am I?
*RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE*
"MIND CONTROL. HE HAS FUCKING MIND CONTROL!!!" screamed one of the pirates.
Everyone in the bar starts freaking out and shooting at each other.
NONONONONONONONO.
I closed my eyes to not see my wounds and I finally accepted my death. So that's it, huh? I wanted to die playing games, not this. But what can I do?
"NOOOOO, HE IS CONTROLLING ME!!!" I heard Are they on drugs?
A girly scream was heard among the chaos, "WHAT IS THIS WITCHERY?"
After hearing the chaos itself, I heard nothing. Silence came once again. Am I in the afterlife? I open my yes. But this wasn't it. The bar became nothing like it was before. Corpses were behind tables and along broken windows. The Sheriff guy is kneeling and shaking almost as much as I do. The bartender is nowhere to be seen. Bottles are smashed. There are holes everywhere. But not in me?
I need to escape this damn place. As I try, I hear another scream. From the Sheriff:
"PLEASE GO *sniff* WITH ME, I WILL DO WHAT I HAVE TO *sniff*"
I can't respond. I just silently followed the man. I'm petrified. Will they kill me? Probably, he looks like a mafia boss, and I don't have a single clue where the hell I am. Nobody recognized me but this time it's not good at all, I'll try, it's all I can do.
While I follow the man on the street, people are dead silent and try to walk around. I muster enough courage to talk:
"I'm King, a hero, you know, right?"
The Sheriff stops for a second. DID IT WORK? Hero King is popular, right?
People start to whisper among themselves, like a lot. A good sign?
The sheriff sniffs and continues to walk. He says:
"I understand."
WHAT THE HELL DID HE UNDERSTAND??