12 Pirate Ship

Sol believes if they can increase the quality of their food they can get stronger faster. It would be best If they can find an island with ferocious beasts to train on.

It's simple science that better nutrients equal better development.

Noticing nothing special in his range, he gets up from his seat and walks to the side of the ship. Drawing Cruel Barb, armament haki climbs up the blade and turns it black.

He takes a stance and holds the blade out to his side. A red aura appears on his body before pouring into his blade.

His killing intent gives his haki a slightly red hue. A quick horizontal slash causes a slight whistle as it cuts through the wind.

After awakening Conqueror's haki he gained the ability to manifest his killing intent as well. He seems to do everything backward, gaining the hard before figuring out the easy.

Even if he can use all three types of haki, he still hasn't figured out the flying slash. While he can cut steel, he technically isn't a real swordsman.

Everything he developed was meant to kill people on Earth. Here, his fighting skills can be evaluated as the basics. He has no advanced techniques to take him to another level. 

The strength and speed of the human body here is far greater. Making a lot of what he knows obsolete. With that, he needs to develop new ways to exert his strength. The best way is to get the Navy Six Styles.

For a year, he's been finding new ways to train the body and teach the girls but it's not perfect.

Throwing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he spends all night slashing with his blade. When Eileen saw him practicing, she followed along; Her twin blades dancing in the night.

With the morning sun, the girls change shifts and continue steering the ship towards Aswell.

"Master!" Vivian bounces towards Sol as he takes a break from swinging his sword.

She grabs his free arm and sinks it between her cleavage. "Masterrrr, how should I develop my devil fruit? I'm running out of ideas."

"Devil fruit?" Sol thinks for a moment before sheathing his sword. Leading her to his chair, he sits down and pulls her into his lap.

"From what I've seen, you try to mimic Jasmine's development by forming objects made of mud to attack." As Sol speaks he kneads her breast with both hands.

"That's not the strong point of mud. Her wax is hard as steel when solid; if you want your mud to be that hard you have to compact it."

"Hmm." Vivian hums and nods her head.

"Instead, you should play to your strengths. Instead of fighting hard, fight softly. Use tentacles and whips to bind and absorb your opponent. You know what soft means right?"

His fingers sink into her tits as he gives them a squeeze. "See? Soft. If I apply pressure I just sink further."

Releasing her, he slaps her ass and sends her away to think.

Most of the day is boring, only a single merchant ship has passed them by. Not until late in the evening did Sol sense another ship enter the edge of his observation range.

The ship has a total of thirty-four people, ten have around the same strength as the girls.

Sensing that their paths will cross in a few dozen minutes, he waits to see what his girls will do.

Time ticks away as the ships move closer. Nora sits in the crow's nest with her rifle in hand and two pistols at her side.

To make her voyage at sea easier, she's wearing a black bikini top with red horizontal stripes. Shorts that barely cover half her thigh and lace sandals. With her long blonde braid falling down her back, no one will think she is a Queen at first sight.

At her height, she was the first one to spot the ship sailing towards them. Picking up the spyglass, she takes a look to see what kind of ship it is.

Her field of vision sweeps over the sails until it stops on a black flag. Seeing the skull and crossbones she knew they were pirates.

"Pirate ship incoming!!" Her voice rings with the evening breeze, alerting everyone on the ship.

Hearing movement down below, she knows they heard her message. Instead of joining them, she continues scanning the enemy ship for more information.

When her field of vision moves slightly, she sees a man with matted hair and a long beard looking at her with a spyglass as well. She doesn't know how she knew the man was looking at her but she could feel it.

When she saw the man lick his lips, a furry seemed to burn in her heart. Her body belongs to Sol, for any other man she had to let them know she was a deadly poison. The spyglass drops from her hand as she lifts her rifle.

Her guns look different than any guns she's seen before. Its sleek black design and long barrel give it an elegant look.

Leaning the rifle on the edge of the nest for stability, she looks through the mounted scope at the opposite pirate.

Seeing his confused face she doesn't aim at his head, but the center of his chest. Nora holds her breath as she pulls the trigger.

A loud thump sounds as the recoil causes her body to rock backward.

The spiraling bullet cuts through the air like a laser beam before hitting the man directly in the chest.

Blood blossoms as the force of the bullet send him tumbling over the rail.

Nora watches as his body falls and hits the deck. Her hand moves quickly and pulls the bolt just like she's practiced thousands of times. The hot shell flies out the side as another bullet is loaded into the chamber.

Seeing the opposite crew start to panic, she pulls the trigger. Another pirate has a hole blown through their chest and they finally start to scramble.

Nora is calm as she pulls the bolt again and squeezes the trigger.

Below, Vivian has already alarmed the sleeping members of the crew. "Pirate ship, come on! Get ready you lazy bastards!"

Julie runs to the side of the ship to get a better look while Eula and Krista draw their swords.

Jasmine, Eileen, and Diana rush out of the cabin door. The first thing they hear is thud after thud as Nora fires her rifle. The bouncing shells as they hit the wooden deck lets them know she's already engaged.

Jasmine immediately awakens from her tiered state and walks towards Vivian. "Where are the pirates?! How many of them are there?"

Vivian lifts her hand and points at the oncoming ship. "I don't know how many, Nora spotted it first and opened fire."

Jasmine looks around and sees Everyone standing around not knowing what to do. Her eyes glance at Sol who's still lying calmly in his lounge chair. "Diana and Julie you man the cannons! Your fighting style isn't suitable for combat yet. I want you to open fire on their ship!"

"Vivian! You protect the ship with me from their cannons! Eileen, you get ready to be the vanguard with Eula and Krista. You have to stop them from boarding the ship!"

With Jasmine's orders, everyone springs into action.

When the ships move closer together, the first cannonball is fired by the enemy pirates.

Maybe by miracle or excellent aim, the cannonball is flying directly at their ship.

Vivian bounces into the air and lands on the side railing of the ship. Her boobs jiggle as she stretches out her palm. "Time to show you why my fruit is superior!"

Her arm turns into mud and a small whirlpool forms in the center of her palm. Once the cannonball is close to the ship, the whirlpool expands from her hand like a shield in front of the ship.

"Muddy Swirl!"

The cannonball hits the mud and begins spinning around until it disappears into the mud. The whirlpool shrinks back down and forms her hand again.

Vivian turns her head and glances down at Jasmine. The corners of her lips rise as Julie and Diana finally return fire.

"Don't be so excited, while your fruit is better at defense, you can't match my offense!" Jasmine crosses her hands in front of her chest and her hands turn into flowing wax.

The tips of her hair are set ablaze as she looks at the cannonballs crashing into the water all around them.

Flinging out her arms, globs of wax fly out in front of her. The wax shifts in the air and transforms into flying shurikens whizzing towards the oncoming cannonballs.

As they hit, numerous explosions are set off in the air.

"Offense is the best defense." Jasmine returns Vivian's look right back at her.

While Jasmine and Vivian are competing, Eileen never takes her eyes off the enemy ship. Her hands grip her swords as all she can do is wait.

Biting her lip, her determination to become stronger grows in real-time. Taking a deep breath she calms her turbulent mind.

When the ships are close, the cannon fire stops as if some divine agreement has been made. 

The first thing they see is dead bodies laying on the deck; After a quick glance, they count ten men with bloody holes in their chest.

All the pirates are hiding to avoid Nora's gun. The sides of the ships collide together, bringing about an intense wail as the wood grinds.

"YAAAAARG!!"

"Grab the woman!!"

"Make them pay for little John!!!"

Over twenty pirates emerge from their hiding spots with swords and guns drawn.

Eileen darts forward and leaps onto their ship first. Her long black hair flows in the wind as she runs between two men. A flash of blue and green shimmer as she draws her swords and performs a cross slash.

The light of her blades still form an X in the air as blood and organs gush from their waists.

Just as she swings her blades to cut down two more people, a burly pirate with rippling muscles swings a club and blocks her path.

Eileen jumps back as the club splinters the deck, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Don't kid around!!! Fuck these bitches!!"