Boxing around

King Ham Burger was a strict and patriotic man. Just like his uncle Sammy. He thought of himself as a man of ultimate determination. He had never turned around in his life. His goals are clear. Making certain that Ballywood Kingdom remains safe and is never oppressed or attacked.This would be utterly impossible without the help of the World Government at this point of time. As much as Ham Burger didn't like its rule, he simply couldn't afford to let his emotions affect his kingdom.

Lately he heard a lot about one of his most irritating islands to deal with under his rule being cleared by a single person. He must say, he is very impressed.

For the longest time, that island named Haltom in the far west was a pain in the ass. And the World Government didn't care about it at all enough to send anyone but another batch of useless Marines.

King Ham Burger has been slowly building up his own armed forces in secrecy for the past few years. The World Government was very strict about it, but way too stupid and blind to notice. It only allowed for a small number of men as personal agents and bodyguards. Maybe it would have worked out fine if the Kingdom of Ballywood was as small as the 90% of other nations under the World Government. However, King Ham Burger worked with 50 damn islands, the majority of which were quite populous or large in size.

He developed a plan to rebel against the World Government in 20 years. In that time, he thought of finding accomplices that felt the same way to finally tear down this joke of a world system.

A fellow named King was a great help with that. Considering that Haltom was quite far away and pirates could just run away as soon as they heard that their King decided to clean up, King cleaning there just speeded up his plans by a year. And Ham Burger was not getting younger himself, as some might expect.

Recruiting this man was at the top of his priority list. He just needed to check his origin since he had heard very conflicting stories about the man.

He looked at his photo. Three scars reminded him of Shanks. Who was a son of a bitch in his mind. All he did when he came to West Blue was party, drink, and inspire small and susceptible children to the livelyhood of pirates. That's like his biggest thing.

Knock on the door of his Rhombus Office. (AN: everything here is counterfit)

"Come in." said the King.

The big brown doors opened up and a young man walked in. He was quite tall and had a handsome face. He was a vice-minister of internal affairs, called Joe Bidden. But people called him "Sleepless" Joe. (AN: I just added Joe Biden to my ff. What are you going to do about it lol?)

"Uh, uh, King Ham Burger, King fellow, is here. He arrived way earlier than we anticipated."

"Well then. Tell him to come here."

He was prepared for every outcome. Or so he thought.

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King POV

That's what you call a city. It's like the 19th century, but cleaner. Sun is warm. A fresh breeze brings the pleasant smell of civilization. I totally don't need video games to survive, right? (AN: he is ingesting copium)

Cobbled roads and buildings made out of concrete. How nice. I sure dont want another "Information Agency" incident again. Who knew that by him leaning on the column, the building would fall onto itself? I almost got under the rubble and I'm not sure I'd survive that.

The crew of the ship I was on got hit harder mentally than me after that monster attack. Oh, sorry, Sea King. They got a name for it. I was fine after a day or two, but they got me into full depression mode. I heard that after witnessing shocking events, many people begin to exercise and change their hairstyle. They did both. All of them. They are pretty good people I gotta say, wouldn't mind sailing with them again when I need to.

They are doing ship stuff, is all I can say. Unloading and loading some boxes, barrels, and so on. They got the whole operation. God bless those souls that will clean the "Poop Deck"....

I hope they clean it.

I really do not know where to go from here. I'll just wait near the ship until someone comes to show me to the King Ham Burger. That's really a creative name. Assuming the tradition of having last names here, his family is called Ham. And it's a ruling family? Prince Ham Solo, Queen Ham String, heh. I can't help but chuckle a little bit.

Oops, some poor dude fell over carrying a huge box. I probably startled him. People assume I don't laugh ever.

"You good?" I walked up to him and gave him a hand. He is gray-haired and looks exhausted. So, from the crew then, don't remember him.

"No, I'm not. It's way too hard. How do I do it, King?" he looks at me straight in the eyes with tears.

This dude really hates carrying boxes. I know they're big, but this man dwarfs me; not to mention that they're all strong as B class heroes by default here, even the little girls like Mary.The box has got to have something crazy inside it then.

"You have your team. You should seek help from them." I say as I straighten my back because he clearly won't take my hand. (AN: DO IT RIGHT NOW! BE HEALTHY, READERS. STRAIGHT BACK!)

The dude looks shocked. Did I really just discover shared labor for them? No way.

"You... You are right, Mr. King!" He sprung back from the floor and picked up the big box.

I mutter under my nose "Not a Mr."

He ran away. Carrying that huge thing. Man, are those children of Superalloy Darkshine or what?

He ran up to the ship and started to explain something. He stuttered and smiled like there was no tomorrow. They cheer and hug.

They didn't just understand that they could help each other carry boxes?

I give up trying to understand them.

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"

They made a circle and chanted "Fight" over and over. I heard some punching sounds. How do you jump from carrying boxes to fighting? HOW?

I'm now not so sure about sailing with them again.

"Excuse me. Mr. King? I'm the Adjutant, Donald McRonald. King Ham Burger is ready to meet with you."

It's just a clown. Full clown costume in yellow and red, complete with red nose.Beside him stood a dosen men in military uniform with symbol of a circle filled with stars, not Marine but it works I guess. I don't have the energy to react.

"Let's go already." I said.

"Our destination is that castle." The clown points to the huge hill on the left with a castle made of white bricks.

It's on the hill. With curving roads warping all around it's sides.

PLEASE HAVE AN ELEVATOR I BEG ALL THE GODS! (AN: I'll decide by the comments. Just say if you want King to suffer)