I guess? You know what, sure, I could by that. But why him.

The three day trip to Syrup village was mostly uneventful. Nami usually kept to her self as we sailed. She doesn't seem to like me much, which translates to her not talking to Zorro until night time when they share a separate boat. She's salty that she can't steal anything from me. And It really pissed her off when I made Luffy promise that she wouldn't have access to our cash until she officially joined the crew. She and our captain seem to be getting on fine though, must be because she fixed his hat.

Now then on the topic of hats. I have a new one. And I don't know how I feel about it. It's a hat I had only seen once before, but that one time was enough to engrave itself in my memory. 'Damn, why'd it have to be this hat. At least it wasn't that bug eyed fuckers." I can't help but grimace while staring at the fucking thing.

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It was all going so well you know. Life had been a little rough starting out but for the most part the first month had been good. At least until it all went to shit. You see I had been working as a bartender in a speakeasy owned by Bugs Moran. Who just so happens to be scheduled to have a meeting it one of the back rooms later that day.

Now as to how I'm working for one of the three most feared gangs in Chicago, also knows as the North Side Gang. So to get started, I had just been dropped off in the middle of a city, nearly 100 years in the past. I had no home or relatives, I didn't even get any memories or some random dude. It was just me, well I suppose I could remember stuff a bit better but that was it. The ROB who sent me here had said that he wanted to see what would happen to an average guy like me. If they were sent into this era. I had assumed that I take some other dude's body, but I guess he really made an ass out of me.

So there I was , two days worth of freezing my ass off, when this old Irish man had called me over. Soon after getting to know him he gave me a job and a bed to call my own. Old man Pete had taken me in and gave me a home. Taught me how to man the bar, and had even tried to introduce me to one of his granddaughters. I had come to see him as family. Which is why I will never get rid of the guilt I feel while I do the jobs old Pete can't anymore. All because of me.

I'm sure by now you can guess that the meeting doesn't go well. But you would be wrong, it seemed to go well for them just not for Old Peter or I. It had been a good day, we were doing fairly well till about 6:00 pm when Boss Bugs had booked out the bar. As the time for the appointment had come and the last patron had left, stumbling out. The godfather himself had came for some negotiation talks between gangs. But I know at best it will just delay the inevitable. The Valentine's Day massacre will happen in a few months. So this meeting is worthless.

"Oi, John go in at ta bar, an gate sume drinks re'dy for ta Boss an his gess's." Old Pete called out to me when he sees our Boss welcoming Al Capone into the back room. As they went each of their 'guards' took up different positions in the building.

(Skip able, it's just a drink. A good one but not necessarily.)

Seeing as I had a job to do, I decided to make some 'old fashions.' I grab two nice glasses and a mixing glass. Into the mixing glass I put two ice cubes, four ounces of bourbon, three dashes of bitters, and two stirring spoons of maple syrup. After giving it a good stir I pour in equal amounts into both of the glasses. Then I get a few matches and an orange. Once I peel of a slice for each I light the match and squeeze the peel into the fire over the drink, stirring with said peel afterwards. Once I'm done with the drinks I grab one of the good boxes of Cigars and set them on the serving plate. Then I call old Pete over.

(Ok you can come back if you want.)

"Tank ya John, juss stay 'ere, ta Boss might' be needed more." As the old man goes on his way, I get to cleaning the bar since I have the time.

Or that's what I would have done, if two of the Boss's goons hadn't of come and dragged me into one of the back rooms after about ten minutes. The first thing I see if old Peter being held on the ground by one of the goons feet. And me being me, deciding to try and be as calm as possible, ask a stupid question. "Were the drinks no good Boss." As I say that Capone just smirks, not saying anything cause this was an inside issue.

"No. Drinks are fine. But that's not why we're 'er. Who are you. An why are you in my fecken bar." Asks Bugs getting right to the point. Something must of pissed him off.

"John, old Pete helped me out a few weeks ago, and to repay him I've been helping him out with when ever I can." I say after a few seconds of him staring at me. Damn no wonder he's called bugs, hes twitchy as fuck.

"Where ya from boy. And how'd he help you." He asked while taking the last drink in his glass.

Thinking rather quickly for something to say I came up with I thought was a believable story.

"Asheville, North Carolina. I was running with some shiners when we got hit pretty bad by the cops. Those of us who didn't get caught ran off and I wound up here. Old Pete found me out back almost frozen and decided to help me out. And I've been helping him out ever since." I had started to sound a bit nervous the bug eyed fucker just ain't stopped staring. And it starting to get on my nerves.

"Nice to know. Now then one last question." He says while lighting a cigar from the table. "Who ta fuck gave that old man the right to hire work for my bar." Hearing him say that all I do is shake my head. Not knowing what to say. "Tats right nobody. Cause I sure as hell didn't. An I only hire men from my gang. So are you going to join or do I have to get my debt from the old man. I heard he has a pair of dimes come visit every once an a while. I'm sure they'd make even." He says threatening both me and old Pete.

"I'll join. I had already planned on it, just never had a good time." I say quickly, and I wasn't lying, Moran had been really busy the last few months, and old Pete couldn't get him to come by.

"Ehh, since your so gung-ho about it I'll let 'cha have your first job." He says standing up and grabbing his seat before breaking one of the legs off. "Break one of 'es legs. Then I'll say we're even. And you can join our 'happy' family." Bugs then handed said leg to me.

"I" I go to say something when I see Old Pete shake his head, looks me in the eyes and just nods.

After doing something I'll regret for the rest of my lives, I hear the only words I'll ever hear Al Capone say. "Haha, were the drinks no good. Ha, That's the funniest shit I've heard all week. The kids got brass ones that's for sure."

"Ye he ain't bad, if he lives he'll go far. Not many have what he's got." Moran snarks out.

I don't want any compliments form you you bug eyed fucker. Soon after they leave I get old Peter up and in his bed. Bandage him up the best I can, and run to the closest doctor I could find. For the rest of that life I did everything I could for the old man. Worst thing was that he wasn't even mad, just happy he was the one hurt, and not me or his granddaughters. So for the next two months I practically ran the speakeasy before ultimately dying by a stray bullet during a police raid. Oh and that thing with me and Old Peter's granddaughter, let's just say it didn't work out.

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While I put my hat back on my head I can't help but look back, and think that the system has an awful sense of humor, and really just hates me.

( Ding ) (Host has payed 1 million berries to role a Gatcha. Four more opportunities this week remain.)

( Ding ) (Host has received x1 (rare) Al Capone's extra hat (Homburg) and has had his luck raised by 5%. Current luck is 7%.)

'Why is a damn hat rated as rare. Does it have any special attributes of some weird shit like that.'

( Ding ) (Negative host. It is just seen that because of the significance of gifted hats in this world and since you received a hat worn by someone you have gained the recognition of. It should be of no less significant than a (rare) calcification.)

'I just, have no words.' I couldn't help but think exasperated.

Other then that I bought the Nichirin sword, and plan on getting Zorro to show me a bit when we have the Merry. After paying for both the sword and the Gatcha. I've had a little over 3.3 million. Or I would have if I didn't go ahead and restock on on ammo for my Fedorov, as well as 4 more magazines to make it an even ten. And just to sate my ocd I buy all the materials I may or may not need for a still, to bring it to an even 3 million.

While I end my reminiscing we arrive at the island. And as far as I can tell it's at least close to when we would have in the anime. Considering the goofy game that they seem to be playing. And of course I turn my attention to the conversation. Because you had better believe I'm gonna join in, it would be ashamed if I didn't say anything now.

"You saw it just now. My slingshot skills are better then your average pistol." Usopp says with his 'pistol' drawn.

Luffy going all serious goes. "Now that you've got your pistol drawn. Put your life on the line." He pauses as Usopp gasps. "I'm saying those aren't for threatening people."

"'Cha shee, ta Boss ain't in ta mood 'or games." I give my best impression I can of Old Pete as I reach in my over coat, slouched to one side with my head cocked the opposite way. May as well commit fully to the bit. And of course Zorro has to go next, can't leave her out.

"Hoo. What your looking at now are real pirates!" She says while partially drawing one of her swords.

After way to long of a 'standoff' Usopp finally let's go of his slingshot and falls to his ass. "Real pirates definitely have way more punch behind their words. So cool." After he said that we really did try not to, but all three of us burst into laughter.

"Shishishi, your Yasopp's kid right, you look just like 'em." Said Luffy between his laughter.

It seems we made it here in good time. I'll have to make sure to thank Nami at a later date. As everything keeps progressing around me I just stay to the side. The last few days had brought back the memories I had tried to forget. But even I know it's not good to bury stuff like that. Who knows, maybe this I what I need to finally get over that hell hole of my life. Especially because everyone involved has already forgiven me. 'Come on man snap out of it. It's in the past, you already made it right. Just move on.' I think to my self. Now let's just hope it's that easy.