Ship

In Lougetowns underworld, the Black Hand Gang cut off the heads of all their competitors. If anything illegal happened, it went through them first. They were strong and dominated their opponents.

At first, their group was small and no one really worried about them. But that all changed when they obtained a master assassin. Someone who could appear next to you, and kill you before you even knew it.

That assassin was the key to their success, and no one in Lougetown was able to stop him.

The Black Hand Gang was not bothering the marines, so the marines did not make too many moves against them. The two groups fought a few times, but now they came to an agreement. As long as the Black Hand Gang kept everything in order, they would ignore their dealings.

Naturally, the gang agreed, and since then there has not been any trouble in Lougetown.

Besides the occasional pirates that stirred up some mess.

Inside a tavern, a person sat at the counter with a plate in front of them. Their slim white hand held a cup full of liquor.

This person could be mistaken for a woman by their long silver hair that flowed down their back gently. They even had a long hairpin in the back of their hair. However, this was not a beautiful woman but a young man with feminine features.

His blue eyes looked at the ripples in his cup, but from the corner of his eye he noticed the tavern keeper was scared.

Pirates landed here in Lougetown all the time, today was no exception. They were rowdy and liked to get drunk. When they were drunk, only trouble awaited.

"I know you! You're the one who cut off my arm!"

"And? Fuck off!"

"Rip out his tongue next!"

In the background, there were men from four different pirate crews in the tavern. The long-haired young man listened to them, mostly due to their loud voices.

There seemed to be two crews that were recently in a skirmish with each other, and now they met.

Members from both crews started pushing and shoving each other, all while the bystanders started jeering them on.

It did not take long before a fight broke out.

The long-haired young man set his cup down on the table, as he paid for his meal. He barely touched it, eating on a small bit of meat. The sides were still left.

His body vanished, and when he appeared again he was in between both groups. Two revolvers in his hand, one pointing at the head of each member.

"You've ruined the mood, now leave."

Both men looked at the silver-haired man dumbfounded. They had no clue how he appeared in front of them, but it did not matter.

One person wanted revenge, the other one wanted to end the matter entirely.

Seeing how both men were about to swing their weapons at him, the silver-haired man pulled the trigger. The two pirates dropped dead, stunning their shipmates.

"Anyone else?"

The silver-haired man asked in a cold tone.

The two men shipmates shook their heads in response.

"Then leave."

They hurried up and got out of the tavern. The man was scary, and quick to pull the trigger.

Turning around, he headed back to his seat at the counter.

"Thanks Wolf! But you did not need to kill them did you?"

The long silver-haired young man who was called Wolf, shrugged.

"I dislike having to say things more than once. Besides, neither of them wanted to give up. It's better this way."

Weakly laughing the tavern keeper grabbed Wolf's plate leaving him with the cup.

"Today's the day huh?"

He asked Wolf.

Wolf nodded.

Today was the day.

"Yeah. Someone else should be coming here after me."

"Still, hate to see you go. Be sure to visit again."

Wolf stayed in the tavern for ten more minutes before he left and headed to the docks.

He headed straight for the shipwrights, seeing what they had for sale. The shipwright was a tall burly man with a bandana over his head.

"Phantom, what brings you here?"

The shipwright asked Wolf.

Phantom, the nickname he was given due to his ability. 'Phantom' Wolf. It had a ring to it.

"I want to buy a ship. What do you have in stock?"

"Big or small? Fast or slow?"

"Nothing too large, maybe big enough to fit fifty or so people. But, I don't want it to be slow."

Listening to the requirements Wolf wanted, the man knew what to get him.

"I have just what you want. Follow me."

Wolf did, and he was taken to a medium-sized ship. The coat was black, and it looked new.

"This here is what you are looking for. Has enough room to fit seventy-five people. Kitchen, arms room and a place to work out. Just will cost you 10,000,000 belly."

"But will she be able to sell the Grand Line?"

"Of course!"

At his side was a sack tied to his green belt. Wolf unequipped it and passed the sack to the man.

It was more than enough to buy the ship. Money he has collected and saved over the years. Most of it from hunting down a few pirates that were worth something.

Working as a part-time bounty hunter was actually lucrative until it wasn't anymore. Well, not that it was not, Wolf just got tired of it.

"Mind if I ask what you need a ship for? The Black Hand Gang expanding overseas?"

Wolf couldn't help but laugh. That would be the day.

"Nah, it's for me. I'm going to be a pirate."

"A pirate huh? What about the gang?"

"I quit. They control most of the town, Black Hand is dead. What more can I do here? Besides, i'm looking for someone."

The shipwright nodded in understanding.

"Well, if you plan on selling the Grand Line, you'll need a log pose. Without it you'll be lost. I suggest you get a navigator as well."

Wolf listened to him, and realized that he needed a lot more than just a ship. He brought a map and studied it. When he had time he even visited the docks to explore ships. That's where he learned about all the parts and pieces that went to a ship. How to sail them, how they worked.

Wolf did not need a navigator, he was one. Still, it would not be a bad idea to find a helping hand.

Walking off, he headed to the store that sold log poses. While he walked, he pulled out two wanted posters that he always kept in his inner pocket of his shirt.

One was the poster of Angel, the other of Ross. Both of his old friends have changed. They were wanted men who were living their dream. There was a long way to go if he wanted to catch up to them.

Luckily he finished his business here and was able to leave. His time was not wasted, he learned a lot. While the Black Hand Gang kept him for years, the leader Black Hand taught him a few tricks. He too was a devil fruit user, and helped Wolf come up with some ideas on how to better use his ability.