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Voyage 6 - Surprise Encounter! The “Family Man” Admiral?
Finally the next chapter of Voyage is up everybody! ^,^
After spending the night at an island Petie and his crew have their first real run in with the marines. How will it go? Will they be arrested? And who in their right mind made THIS guy an admiral? Read to find out! =D
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Petie was woken by Nanny changing his wet diaper and humming a song that was way too cheerful for how early it was. Yawning softly and looking up at the smiling purugly plushie, who was now twice his size, Petie would normal pitch a fit about how “The captain deserves to be able to change himself” or about how it was an insult to his dignity… but still half asleep all he managed to do was suck on his thumb a little and wonder how the plushie did things without fingers. Pulling up his rubber pants and snapping them into place Nanny gave him an affectionate cuddle and set him back down on the nursery floor as Petie struggled to wake up more.
Looking around he saw Jules was still fast asleep in his cradle, also sucking his thumb. Petie had found that spending enough time with him made people pick up certain habits like that… to be honest he was scared stupid it was the sign worse things would come but he put it out of his head for the moment. Looking over he saw Anne was still asleep in her pink & white crib, what the bed they’d bought her had turned into, cuddling B.B. and Suzy… which made him wonder if the plushies actually “Slept” like people. Ignoring this he yawned and waddled over to the wardrobe to get dressed.
After their encounter with Francesca they’d decided it’d probably be best to lay low for a while… a decision not motivated in any way by Petie’s poor navigation skills getting them completely lost again. Anyway, they’d anchored for the night on an island. In case a storm came up while they were sleeping since their tiny boat could capsize easily. Yawning again as he finished adjusting his bonnet and pulling on his booties Petie pushed open the door and stepped outside to get some fresh air…
And found himself looking up at a huge Marine Battleship dropping anchor not twenty feet from them down the beach.
Petie let out a squeal of pure terror as he looked up at the huge sailing fortress dwarfing their tiny boat. He heard surprised and panicked shuffling inside the cabin and a minute later Jules and Anne burst out, still in their jammies. They were about to ask what was wrong… but saw the huge armored battle ship and let out scared cries of their own. They could see the gleaming white uniforms of several Marines looking down at them from the side of the ship… oddly enough looking just as confused as the trio was scared.
“Ho! What do we have here? Don’t you know kids your age shouldn’t be out at sea alone?”
The three’s eyes went wide as one of the largest mon they’d ever seen, and considering Petie’s extended family that was saying something, JUMPED from the deck of the ship to the beach below. Looking at him they were all sure if that had been anything other than sand he’d landed on it’d have caused a small tremor. The snorlax stood somewhere over nine feet tall and at least six feet broad and judging by his well-built arms the huge stomach he was sporting wasn’t just fat. He was dressed odd too wearing a pair of black dress pants with this bizarre white toga like wrap around his middle with a large metal disk acting like a belt buckle, the sun engraving on the disk matching the tattoos on his biceps. He was shirtless showing off his impressive stomach and he had this white coat slung over his shoulders that seemed familiar to Petie. He had a broad smile on his face as he looked up to the three little mon.
“What’s the matter? Skitty got your tongues? I guess you’ve never seen a marine admiral before? Not surprising but don’t worry, worst I’m gonna do is tell your mommies once we get you back to them. Now then care to tell me what you’re doing here?”
The voice was friendly with just the slightest hint of an accent but what he said made all three of them go pale and weak at the knees. A marine ADMIRAL… everyone knew they were the second highest rank in the marines and all had incredibly destructive powers. They’d all heard rumors about what a single admiral could do or what they HAD done when they felt it necessary and standing in the presence of one felt like being next to a bomb that could go off any second. There was a moment of silence before Petie, brain currently crippled with fear, spoke up.
“I t-t-though a-admirals a-all w-wore s-suits?”
The moment the words left his mouth Petie immediately expected to be struck dead… but instead of killing the teddiursa for disrespecting him the admiral broke into loud belly laughs before grinning broadly up to him “Yeah actually we usually do.” He said sounding genuinely amused by the comment as he patted his tummy “But I have a bad habit of busting shirts so eventually they just gave up on making me wear them. Now why don’t you kids come down from there? No need to be scared, I just want to know what you’re doing out here.” Not willing to risk pissing off an admiral, even one as pleasant acting as this, they climbed down to the beach quickly.
“Now then my names Apollo, Apollo Baros… well technically Admiral Apollo Baros but please just call me Apollo.” He said smiling warmly to them as the three stood in front of him trembling. “U-um s-sir?” Jules spoke up, despite his usual energetic optimism he was just as intimidated as the rest of them as Apollo looked to him “A-are you g-going t-to a-arrest u-us?” the riolu squeaked timidly. The snorlax blinked, which was kind hard to notice since his eyes always seemed to be shut, before chuckling “Well now I just said all I wanted to do was ask why you were out here by your lonesome didn’t !? Why would I want to arrest a bunch of innocent children? I have kids myself you know… ah!” he fumbled with his coat for a moment, a big grin on his face “I have pictures here of them to! Little Andrew and Jane are probably about your size actually!”
“Admiral? Don’t you think we should focus on the matter at hand?”
All three of them looked up in time to see another figure jump down from the boat, still really tall but nowhere near as intimidating as the giant snorlax. She was a sawsbuck lady who looked to be in her early twenties… and an incredibly beautiful one at that with large and well developed curves and proportions, a kind and delicate looking face, and long light brown hair that fell freely to her shoulders with a few locks flowing in front of her face. She was also well built and strong looking but not in a way that took away from her beauty. Thanks to how tall she was Petie and Jules were tempted to wonder if she was a REAL Kuja pirate. She was wearing a form hugging suit with soft yellow pinstripes and a yellow ascot with a marine coat slung over her shoulders showing she was at least a captain. A large round shield with a sun image on it matching the admiral’s was on her left arm and a sheathed sword was on her left hip.
“Aaaaaaw, Ashley I’ve told you a hundred times.” Apollo said, making a slight sad face “Please call me Uncle. We’re family after all.” She looked away timidly and blushed in embarrassment “I’m sorry… but I’m just following protocol Admiral, er… I mean Uncle. I am your assistant after all. Headquarters trusts me to keep you on task…” Apollo let out a boisterous laugh and smiled “And you’re doing a fine job! Anyway I do believe you have a point…” he turned back to Petie’s crew “What my niece meant is we are here to perform our duties and happened to notice your small ship. You see while it might be a bit beneath my rank I prefer to be in the field helping to protect the citizens… which is why I came to this island. A tip off told me that the infamous Scythe Pirates use this as their home base and I was hoping to catch them by surprise.”
They paled as the trio realized two things… one, they’d just spent the night on an island inhabited by some well know psychotic pirates and two, like all marines these folks were HUNTING pirates… and the “Cuddlebutt Pirates” had a quite obvious pirate flag flying from the top of their mast. Apollo picked up on their first worry but either didn’t realize or ignored the second as he smiled reassuringly “Don’t you worry though, now that we’re here if they do attack we’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” As Ashley stepped up so she was standing next to him, tapping her lips slightly with a finger as she looked at them and their ship.
“Uncle? What do you think of the flag they have there?” she asked pointing to the aforementioned pirate flag blowing in the breeze as the trio went rigid. Apollo laughed again “Oh just a couple of kids playing pirates is all, you’ve seen it first hand at several ports we’ve stopped at.” He said waving his hands dismissively “Besides I’m sure these little ones couldn’t have caused any trouble, right?” the snorlax said smiling to them kindly as Petie was once again the one to speak up, brain still locked in fear.
“W-we’re b-bounty hunters!”
That got a good laugh from the two, as well as from the marines leaning on the rails of the ship, making the teddiursa blush again. Ashley just smiled kindly “Well it’s cute you dream big, but I think it might be best if we escorted you back to a marine base so you can be safe until we can locate your parents.” She said in that “Adult to children” tone that just left them burning with more embarrassment. Apollo stroked his chin “I believe that would be the best course of action, we’ll just hitch your little play boat to the back of our ship and…” he stopped abruptly, both he and Ashley turning their heads towards the forest at the same time.
“… so they’ve decided to try their own sneak attack…”
Petie and his crew just looked confused at Apollo’s comment as Ashley gently ushered them back to their boat. Before they could ask what was happening a low buzzing filled the air accompanied by the soft sound of several things moving through the forest at high speed. Before they could ask what was happening several mon suddenly burst from the tree-line letting out a battlecry that made the cuddlebutt pirates squeal in terror. It was probably about fifteen of them, all weaviles, sneasels, and scythers, and they were all dressed in black and red as they leapt forward claws and various bladed weapons bared with murderous intent.
Ashley brought her shield up but Apollo was already between the small group and the pirates, having moved far faster than his size indicated, and spread his arms wide in a defensive posture. Anne let out a scream as five of the pirate’s blades and claws found their mark sinking into the snorlax… who just laughed and proceeded to sling his attackers into trees two at a time. The kids jaws dropped since all they could see of Apollo was his coat covered back but judging by the equally shocked expression on the pirates faces he’d done something unbelievable.
“What the hell is this stuff!?”
“I’m stuck!!!”
They blinked and looked to the attackers Apollo had thrown off. They’d been stuck to the trees they’d been thrown at by some thick, black goopy stuff that smelled awful. Suddenly something snapped together in Petie’s mind. Attacks not harming him, weird stuff out of nowhere, and the image of a cackling raticate with a body made out of oil all appeared in his head as he let out a terrified squeak “L-Logia! L-Logia Devil Fruit!!” making Ashley look at him in surprise and Apollo chuckle, turning around enough they could see his chest and stomach had become that black goopy stuff where the swords and claws had dug into him.
“Ho! You’re right there kid. I’m a fruit user like all the admirals! I ate the Tar Tar Fruit… I’m a Tar mon.”
To further prove his point the giant snorlax whipped his arm sending a stream of tar flying as it smacked into a pair of weaviles trying to jump him. They collapsed on the ground in a sticky mess screaming and panicking. “Oh relax, I keep it body temperature so it may feel hot but it won’t burn you. I believe in taking pirates alive whenever possible!” Apollo said cheerfully, a large smile still on his face… despite the utterly horrified expressions on the faces of the pirates and Petie’s crew.
By now the remaining scythe pirates were giving Apollo a wide berth as they spread out around the snorlax, none of them willing to be the next one to try. Apollo’s constant smile was unnerving them as he had his hands on his hips, casually waiting for their next move. Suddenly Ashley’s head snapped up “Admiral! There’s more of them in the forest with guns!” she shouted, causing the three kids she was guarding to give her a confused look… which was interrupted by five sneasels with rifles bursting from the tree-line, guns pointed at the small group.
Ashley already had her shield up just as the shots were fired… but again moving faster than a fat guy should Apollo intercepted them as the bullets collided with his tar body to no effect “Now then boys, can’t have you doing that. There’s kids around after all.” He commented as he lightly flicked his finger landing a thick blob of tar down the barrel of each rifle “Tar Cork.” The dark types pumped on the triggers to no effect for a moment before trying to turn and flee “Paving!” Apollo shouted as he whipped his hand again and splattered a thick layer of tar over their feet and the ground leaving them caught like bugs on flypaper.
By now some of the original attackers had circled around behind Apollo but rather than attack the supernaturally powered giant they made a break for Ashley and the Cuddlebutts crew… and the first one to reach them was effortlessly shield swatted away by Ashley as she elegantly rose and pulled her sword in a fluid motion. Not deterred in the slightest the group continued to charge as there was a clash of metal on metal and metal on flesh… as Ashley parry their sword attacks and used her shield to strike each of them as easily and elegantly as if she was dancing.
They stared in awe as she clubbed them out with her shield or the blunt of her sword one by one, understanding why none of the marines in the boat had bothered to jump down to help. The few remaining pirates tried to retreat… only to run into Apollo’s waiting arms. They let out surprised screams as he pulled them into a gooey hug then casually tossed them to the side the thick tar sticking their arms to their sides as well as to each other like a black straightjacket. The snorlax casually dusted his hands and smiled as he looked around, all the attackers either tarred or knocked unconscious “Well that went rather well, though I was under the impression they had more crewmembers than this…”
“We do, but I prefer not to waste them needlessly…”
Everyone looked back at the tree-line as about forty more weavile, scyther, and sneasel pirates stepped into view, brandishing swords, claws, sickles, axes, and other unpleasant weaponry. A short figure came forward to reveal… a farfetched guy. He only stood about a foot taller than Anne and had his head feather’s slicked back as if to appear fancy. He was wearing the same kind of black and red outfit as the other pirates but much fancier looking with a long black captain’s coat and a red ascot elegantly tied around his neck… and a scythe that was easily twice his size held delicately in one wing instead of his species usual leek, and had a pompous slightly annoyed look on his face.
“So you’d be the captain then I’m guessing?” Apollo said, still not bothered in the slightest, as his grin hadn’t changed at all “I’m gonna have to ask you to come with us quietly then.” In response the pirates let out a battle cry and charged, hoping to take them through sheer numbers. “I’ll take that as a no then… Tar Storm!” Apollo said casually before shouting the last words and throwing his arms out to his side as his huge stomach unleashed a broad spray of balls of tar firing out like bullets. There were shouts of surprise as the semi-solid projectiles collided with the charging pirates, sending them sprawling backwards.
“Grand Paving!” Apollo shouted slapping his hands to the ground as a wave of tar erupted from them. It surged forth creating a thick, sticky carpet under the pirates trapping all of them at once. Ignoring the cries of panic and disgust Apollo cheerfully dusted his hands and smiled “Well that went smoothly. Thanks, I was worried I’d have to actually go and hunt down the lot of you. You coming here saved us quite a bit of time.” He casually started to count them before pausing and looking slightly concerned “It looks like your leader decided to skip out on us…”
“Yes I did, tar does terrible things to feathers you know, but I thought I’d try to approach this from a slightly different angle…”
The two marines whipped around to find the farfetched had snuck around Petie’s boat to gain the element of surprise and was now standing behind the three little mon, holding his scythe so the bade was against all of their throats “As in the angle where I have three little hostages to protect me from those powers of yours. Now then shall we start negotiations?” he said smugly before casually pushing Petie’s head a little closer to the edge of the scythe “Unless of course you want their first experience shaving to be their last…”
POOF
Apollo and Ashley stopped in mid movement, both about to take out the bird before he could do the deed, as white powder obscured him from vision. “Shouldn’t have touched me… or threatened my crew…” Petie said, trying to hide he’d wet himself when the blade had pressed against his neck like that. Before either of the marines could ask what had happened Petie reached down and picked up the transformed captain. The baby farfetched was covered in downy feathers and dressed in a childish mockery of his previous outfit, thick diaper bulging around his waist, as he frantically waved the rattle that had been his scythe and made panicked chirping noises. They stared at this as Apollo was the first to speak up.
“So you’re a fruit user… that makes things a bit more complicated…”
“Is… is it permanent?” Ashley asked, gently taking the squawking baby from Petie’s paws. He shook his head and tried not to smirk “Naaaaa, it’ll last for a few hours though if he’s not around me.” Before he noticed the serious expression on Apollo’s face and fidgeted nervously “U-um… I d-did say we’re b-bounty hunters…” Petie stuttered as Apollo looked up and motioned to his crew. In a few seconds they’d climbed down and started retrieving the tarred up pirates. As Ashley handed the still crying captain over to one of their crew Apollo walked over to Petie, the teddiursa trembling as the snorlax towered over him “I don’t believe I got your name little one…” he asked, still gentle sounding but now with a serious tone to his voice.
“P-P-Petie s-s-sir…”
“Well then Petie, mind telling more about this devil fruit power you have?”
“O-o-okay…”
A little while later after Petie finished babbling his explanation of his powers, trembling and knees knocking the whole time, Apollo leaned back a little rubbing his chin “Ho… that’s an interesting power you have there young mon…” he said still sounding serious as Ashley walked over, having listened in on the whole thing “I don’t see why you’re worried about it Admiral…” she said quietly “It doesn’t sound like too dangerous a power.” Apollo just shook his head “Ashley, I’ve been in the marines for a long, long time… one thing I’ve learned for sure is that there is no such thing as a harmless devil’s fruit no matter how silly it might seem. Now then…”
Petie squeaked as Apollo loomed over him “Young man, while having a devil fruit isn’t a crime in and of itself policy dictates I should bring you down to the marine base so I can get a record of you… we’ve got too many free range devil fruit users turning to piracy so we’re trying to stop that.” Petie gulped, realizing this would mean all the marine bases would know about him and he could easily get branded as a pirate if he screwed up and end up with a bounty, which wouldn’t be a good thing since his older brother was in the marines, knew where he lived, and was a raging psychotic pyromaniac who’d probably enjoy killing his own family.
“Now then if you’d…” Apollo stopped midsentence tilting his head a little as if he was looking at Petie hard. The snorlax kneeled down on one leg, Petie was able to hear the sheer amount of weight Apollo had shifted as he did it, so he could get a closer look at the teddiursa “… what did you say your last name was again?” Petie blinked, caught a little off guard by this “U-um… J-Julafton?” he squeaked as Apollo rubbed his chin more “You look a little like some of my coworkers actually… does the name Alex Liratten ring any bells, or maybe his son Alex Jr? He’s better known around these parts as the “Pirate Burner” but…”
“Aaaaaaaah!!!”
Jules hugged Petie as the teddiursa nearly went into the fetal position, Anne joining in on the hug to calm him a moment later. Petie’s older brother, Alex Jr, was a taboo subject around Petie’s house for several reasons. The fact it sent Petie into a panic being just one of them. Growing up Jr had been arrogant, restless, and dangerous demanding respect and admiration from a town far too small to satisfy his ego. He took out his frustrations on his family, especially Petie, whenever he could get away with it until he finally up and sailed off one day without so much as a goodbye. The only time they’d seen him since then was when he returned home on a marine ship to show how he’d joined and was now captain rank… as well as show the power of his devil fruit.
It was a memory that had locked itself in Petie’s mind and left him with a fear of the marines. Jr’s arm turning into a thick, shiny, back substance as he told them he’d eaten the Oil Oil Fruit and was an Oil mon now, the sadistic grin as he casually played with a lit match while talking about how he could coat them all in the oil in a second if he wanted, the fact he out and out told them he’d burn the village down, them included, just to get rid of his past if his superiors hadn’t been watching. As terrifying as his brother had been for him before the fact he now had POWER had left Petie terrified of crossing the marines in anyway in case Jr ever found out.
“Ah, so I see you know him. Would you be the little brother rumor says he has then?”
Petie blinked, still pale and hyperventilating a little, as he looked up to Apollo. The snorlax just gave him a reassuring smile and probably would have patted his head to calm him if his hand wasn’t bigger than the teddiursa’s head. “Believe me screaming panic is a rather common reaction from people who know Jr. So now then, mind answering the question or do you need another minute or two to recover?” taking another deep breath to try and calm himself Petie stuttered “I-I’m okay… a-and yeah… h-he’s my big b-brother…” he paused for a moment before adding offhand “A-and Alex w-was my dad before Momma divorced him.”
Apollo nodded and gently flick the tuft of hair sticking out under Petie’s bonnet “Looks like you have the same kind of bed head as those two. Anyway I’m sorry to say that being Jr’s little brother isn’t exactly a strike in your favor.” He said, Petie gulped having seen this coming “Headquarters likes him cause of his power and effectiveness but most people know he’s a volatile nutter who enjoys torching people a little too much… just on the grounds of being related to that I should bring you in.” Petie hung his head having seen that coming as Anne and Jules moved closer to him supportively. There was a soft sound as if Anne was about to speak up and out herself as a fruit user as well just so Petie wouldn’t suffer alone.
“But I’m not going to do that.”
“Huh?”
All three of them looked up to find Apollo smiling again as he chuckled at their confused expressions “Ho! From what I’ve seen I really doubt you’re anything like Jr for several reasons… a major one being while he has the loyalty of his crew it’s out of fear and I can tell you have your crewmate’s genuine friendship.” Anne blushed and Jules giggled at that as Apollo went on “Secondly is anybody who knows Jr well enough to react like you did likely isn’t going to go around following in his example. If you were you’d have tried to probably find some destructive use for your power over taking people alive with it.” Petie nodded knowing Jr well enough that he was certain Apollo’s guess was on the money about what the raticate would do with ANY fruit powers he’d have gotten.
“Lastely…” Apollo chuckled again no longer able to resist giving each of them an affectionate head pat “You’re just kids after all, so I’m willing to look the other way this time…” the trio was couldn’t resist letting out a sigh of relief “But! Policy is policy… so how about this. Me and my crew need to round up the Scythe pirates boat and clean out whatever they were using for a headquarters so we can’t escort you back to base right now but how about you meet us there some time in the next month or so? I’m going to be stationed at the 135th branch base for a while so if you show up there sometime we should be able to get this straightened out.” He smiled “We might even be able to get you and your crew bounty hunter licenses so this little mix up doesn’t happen again.”
They were silent only for a moment before all nodding in agreement “Deal.” Petie said, honestly relieved as all heck to have gotten off that easily. “Great! Now then…” Apollo looked around to see that his crew had nearly finished collecting all the captured pirates “It seems we’re nearly done here and we’ll be looking for where they kept their base in a moment… so why don’t you be good kids and head off? There’s a town just north of here where you can stop. You should be safe there.” With that he turned back to help his crew collect the pirates.
Not needing any further prompting the three scrambled up back onto the Sea Cradle, weighed anchor, and sailed off as fast as their tiny ship could go. Only stopping when they reached the town Apollo mentioned. After dropping anchor and all getting changed into dry diapers they had an official meeting around the dining room table with all the members of the crew, plushies included. Petie cleared his throat and looked around “I call this meeting to order to call for a vote to change our official name from the Cuddlebutt Pirates to the Cuddlebutt Bounty Hunters. All in favor?”
“Aye lad.”
“Y-yes.”
“Sure.”
“Of course dear.”
“Yep!”
“Good, the motion passes. We’re now officially the Cuddlebutt Bounty Hunters.”
“About the whole Cuddlebutt name…”
“Shut up Jules.”
To Be Continued…
After spending the night at an island Petie and his crew have their first real run in with the marines. How will it go? Will they be arrested? And who in their right mind made THIS guy an admiral? Read to find out! =D
Anyway please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! ^_^
All characters owned by me
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me
Voyage:
Surprise Encounter! The “Family Man” Admiral? Petie was woken by Nanny changing his wet diaper and humming a song that was way too cheerful for how early it was. Yawning softly and looking up at the smiling purugly plushie, who was now twice his size, Petie would normal pitch a fit about how “The captain deserves to be able to change himself” or about how it was an insult to his dignity… but still half asleep all he managed to do was suck on his thumb a little and wonder how the plushie did things without fingers. Pulling up his rubber pants and snapping them into place Nanny gave him an affectionate cuddle and set him back down on the nursery floor as Petie struggled to wake up more.
Looking around he saw Jules was still fast asleep in his cradle, also sucking his thumb. Petie had found that spending enough time with him made people pick up certain habits like that… to be honest he was scared stupid it was the sign worse things would come but he put it out of his head for the moment. Looking over he saw Anne was still asleep in her pink & white crib, what the bed they’d bought her had turned into, cuddling B.B. and Suzy… which made him wonder if the plushies actually “Slept” like people. Ignoring this he yawned and waddled over to the wardrobe to get dressed.
After their encounter with Francesca they’d decided it’d probably be best to lay low for a while… a decision not motivated in any way by Petie’s poor navigation skills getting them completely lost again. Anyway, they’d anchored for the night on an island. In case a storm came up while they were sleeping since their tiny boat could capsize easily. Yawning again as he finished adjusting his bonnet and pulling on his booties Petie pushed open the door and stepped outside to get some fresh air…
And found himself looking up at a huge Marine Battleship dropping anchor not twenty feet from them down the beach.
Petie let out a squeal of pure terror as he looked up at the huge sailing fortress dwarfing their tiny boat. He heard surprised and panicked shuffling inside the cabin and a minute later Jules and Anne burst out, still in their jammies. They were about to ask what was wrong… but saw the huge armored battle ship and let out scared cries of their own. They could see the gleaming white uniforms of several Marines looking down at them from the side of the ship… oddly enough looking just as confused as the trio was scared.
“Ho! What do we have here? Don’t you know kids your age shouldn’t be out at sea alone?”
The three’s eyes went wide as one of the largest mon they’d ever seen, and considering Petie’s extended family that was saying something, JUMPED from the deck of the ship to the beach below. Looking at him they were all sure if that had been anything other than sand he’d landed on it’d have caused a small tremor. The snorlax stood somewhere over nine feet tall and at least six feet broad and judging by his well-built arms the huge stomach he was sporting wasn’t just fat. He was dressed odd too wearing a pair of black dress pants with this bizarre white toga like wrap around his middle with a large metal disk acting like a belt buckle, the sun engraving on the disk matching the tattoos on his biceps. He was shirtless showing off his impressive stomach and he had this white coat slung over his shoulders that seemed familiar to Petie. He had a broad smile on his face as he looked up to the three little mon.
“What’s the matter? Skitty got your tongues? I guess you’ve never seen a marine admiral before? Not surprising but don’t worry, worst I’m gonna do is tell your mommies once we get you back to them. Now then care to tell me what you’re doing here?”
The voice was friendly with just the slightest hint of an accent but what he said made all three of them go pale and weak at the knees. A marine ADMIRAL… everyone knew they were the second highest rank in the marines and all had incredibly destructive powers. They’d all heard rumors about what a single admiral could do or what they HAD done when they felt it necessary and standing in the presence of one felt like being next to a bomb that could go off any second. There was a moment of silence before Petie, brain currently crippled with fear, spoke up.
“I t-t-though a-admirals a-all w-wore s-suits?”
The moment the words left his mouth Petie immediately expected to be struck dead… but instead of killing the teddiursa for disrespecting him the admiral broke into loud belly laughs before grinning broadly up to him “Yeah actually we usually do.” He said sounding genuinely amused by the comment as he patted his tummy “But I have a bad habit of busting shirts so eventually they just gave up on making me wear them. Now why don’t you kids come down from there? No need to be scared, I just want to know what you’re doing out here.” Not willing to risk pissing off an admiral, even one as pleasant acting as this, they climbed down to the beach quickly.
“Now then my names Apollo, Apollo Baros… well technically Admiral Apollo Baros but please just call me Apollo.” He said smiling warmly to them as the three stood in front of him trembling. “U-um s-sir?” Jules spoke up, despite his usual energetic optimism he was just as intimidated as the rest of them as Apollo looked to him “A-are you g-going t-to a-arrest u-us?” the riolu squeaked timidly. The snorlax blinked, which was kind hard to notice since his eyes always seemed to be shut, before chuckling “Well now I just said all I wanted to do was ask why you were out here by your lonesome didn’t !? Why would I want to arrest a bunch of innocent children? I have kids myself you know… ah!” he fumbled with his coat for a moment, a big grin on his face “I have pictures here of them to! Little Andrew and Jane are probably about your size actually!”
“Admiral? Don’t you think we should focus on the matter at hand?”
All three of them looked up in time to see another figure jump down from the boat, still really tall but nowhere near as intimidating as the giant snorlax. She was a sawsbuck lady who looked to be in her early twenties… and an incredibly beautiful one at that with large and well developed curves and proportions, a kind and delicate looking face, and long light brown hair that fell freely to her shoulders with a few locks flowing in front of her face. She was also well built and strong looking but not in a way that took away from her beauty. Thanks to how tall she was Petie and Jules were tempted to wonder if she was a REAL Kuja pirate. She was wearing a form hugging suit with soft yellow pinstripes and a yellow ascot with a marine coat slung over her shoulders showing she was at least a captain. A large round shield with a sun image on it matching the admiral’s was on her left arm and a sheathed sword was on her left hip.
“Aaaaaaw, Ashley I’ve told you a hundred times.” Apollo said, making a slight sad face “Please call me Uncle. We’re family after all.” She looked away timidly and blushed in embarrassment “I’m sorry… but I’m just following protocol Admiral, er… I mean Uncle. I am your assistant after all. Headquarters trusts me to keep you on task…” Apollo let out a boisterous laugh and smiled “And you’re doing a fine job! Anyway I do believe you have a point…” he turned back to Petie’s crew “What my niece meant is we are here to perform our duties and happened to notice your small ship. You see while it might be a bit beneath my rank I prefer to be in the field helping to protect the citizens… which is why I came to this island. A tip off told me that the infamous Scythe Pirates use this as their home base and I was hoping to catch them by surprise.”
They paled as the trio realized two things… one, they’d just spent the night on an island inhabited by some well know psychotic pirates and two, like all marines these folks were HUNTING pirates… and the “Cuddlebutt Pirates” had a quite obvious pirate flag flying from the top of their mast. Apollo picked up on their first worry but either didn’t realize or ignored the second as he smiled reassuringly “Don’t you worry though, now that we’re here if they do attack we’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” As Ashley stepped up so she was standing next to him, tapping her lips slightly with a finger as she looked at them and their ship.
“Uncle? What do you think of the flag they have there?” she asked pointing to the aforementioned pirate flag blowing in the breeze as the trio went rigid. Apollo laughed again “Oh just a couple of kids playing pirates is all, you’ve seen it first hand at several ports we’ve stopped at.” He said waving his hands dismissively “Besides I’m sure these little ones couldn’t have caused any trouble, right?” the snorlax said smiling to them kindly as Petie was once again the one to speak up, brain still locked in fear.
“W-we’re b-bounty hunters!”
That got a good laugh from the two, as well as from the marines leaning on the rails of the ship, making the teddiursa blush again. Ashley just smiled kindly “Well it’s cute you dream big, but I think it might be best if we escorted you back to a marine base so you can be safe until we can locate your parents.” She said in that “Adult to children” tone that just left them burning with more embarrassment. Apollo stroked his chin “I believe that would be the best course of action, we’ll just hitch your little play boat to the back of our ship and…” he stopped abruptly, both he and Ashley turning their heads towards the forest at the same time.
“… so they’ve decided to try their own sneak attack…”
Petie and his crew just looked confused at Apollo’s comment as Ashley gently ushered them back to their boat. Before they could ask what was happening a low buzzing filled the air accompanied by the soft sound of several things moving through the forest at high speed. Before they could ask what was happening several mon suddenly burst from the tree-line letting out a battlecry that made the cuddlebutt pirates squeal in terror. It was probably about fifteen of them, all weaviles, sneasels, and scythers, and they were all dressed in black and red as they leapt forward claws and various bladed weapons bared with murderous intent.
Ashley brought her shield up but Apollo was already between the small group and the pirates, having moved far faster than his size indicated, and spread his arms wide in a defensive posture. Anne let out a scream as five of the pirate’s blades and claws found their mark sinking into the snorlax… who just laughed and proceeded to sling his attackers into trees two at a time. The kids jaws dropped since all they could see of Apollo was his coat covered back but judging by the equally shocked expression on the pirates faces he’d done something unbelievable.
“What the hell is this stuff!?”
“I’m stuck!!!”
They blinked and looked to the attackers Apollo had thrown off. They’d been stuck to the trees they’d been thrown at by some thick, black goopy stuff that smelled awful. Suddenly something snapped together in Petie’s mind. Attacks not harming him, weird stuff out of nowhere, and the image of a cackling raticate with a body made out of oil all appeared in his head as he let out a terrified squeak “L-Logia! L-Logia Devil Fruit!!” making Ashley look at him in surprise and Apollo chuckle, turning around enough they could see his chest and stomach had become that black goopy stuff where the swords and claws had dug into him.
“Ho! You’re right there kid. I’m a fruit user like all the admirals! I ate the Tar Tar Fruit… I’m a Tar mon.”
To further prove his point the giant snorlax whipped his arm sending a stream of tar flying as it smacked into a pair of weaviles trying to jump him. They collapsed on the ground in a sticky mess screaming and panicking. “Oh relax, I keep it body temperature so it may feel hot but it won’t burn you. I believe in taking pirates alive whenever possible!” Apollo said cheerfully, a large smile still on his face… despite the utterly horrified expressions on the faces of the pirates and Petie’s crew.
By now the remaining scythe pirates were giving Apollo a wide berth as they spread out around the snorlax, none of them willing to be the next one to try. Apollo’s constant smile was unnerving them as he had his hands on his hips, casually waiting for their next move. Suddenly Ashley’s head snapped up “Admiral! There’s more of them in the forest with guns!” she shouted, causing the three kids she was guarding to give her a confused look… which was interrupted by five sneasels with rifles bursting from the tree-line, guns pointed at the small group.
Ashley already had her shield up just as the shots were fired… but again moving faster than a fat guy should Apollo intercepted them as the bullets collided with his tar body to no effect “Now then boys, can’t have you doing that. There’s kids around after all.” He commented as he lightly flicked his finger landing a thick blob of tar down the barrel of each rifle “Tar Cork.” The dark types pumped on the triggers to no effect for a moment before trying to turn and flee “Paving!” Apollo shouted as he whipped his hand again and splattered a thick layer of tar over their feet and the ground leaving them caught like bugs on flypaper.
By now some of the original attackers had circled around behind Apollo but rather than attack the supernaturally powered giant they made a break for Ashley and the Cuddlebutts crew… and the first one to reach them was effortlessly shield swatted away by Ashley as she elegantly rose and pulled her sword in a fluid motion. Not deterred in the slightest the group continued to charge as there was a clash of metal on metal and metal on flesh… as Ashley parry their sword attacks and used her shield to strike each of them as easily and elegantly as if she was dancing.
They stared in awe as she clubbed them out with her shield or the blunt of her sword one by one, understanding why none of the marines in the boat had bothered to jump down to help. The few remaining pirates tried to retreat… only to run into Apollo’s waiting arms. They let out surprised screams as he pulled them into a gooey hug then casually tossed them to the side the thick tar sticking their arms to their sides as well as to each other like a black straightjacket. The snorlax casually dusted his hands and smiled as he looked around, all the attackers either tarred or knocked unconscious “Well that went rather well, though I was under the impression they had more crewmembers than this…”
“We do, but I prefer not to waste them needlessly…”
Everyone looked back at the tree-line as about forty more weavile, scyther, and sneasel pirates stepped into view, brandishing swords, claws, sickles, axes, and other unpleasant weaponry. A short figure came forward to reveal… a farfetched guy. He only stood about a foot taller than Anne and had his head feather’s slicked back as if to appear fancy. He was wearing the same kind of black and red outfit as the other pirates but much fancier looking with a long black captain’s coat and a red ascot elegantly tied around his neck… and a scythe that was easily twice his size held delicately in one wing instead of his species usual leek, and had a pompous slightly annoyed look on his face.
“So you’d be the captain then I’m guessing?” Apollo said, still not bothered in the slightest, as his grin hadn’t changed at all “I’m gonna have to ask you to come with us quietly then.” In response the pirates let out a battle cry and charged, hoping to take them through sheer numbers. “I’ll take that as a no then… Tar Storm!” Apollo said casually before shouting the last words and throwing his arms out to his side as his huge stomach unleashed a broad spray of balls of tar firing out like bullets. There were shouts of surprise as the semi-solid projectiles collided with the charging pirates, sending them sprawling backwards.
“Grand Paving!” Apollo shouted slapping his hands to the ground as a wave of tar erupted from them. It surged forth creating a thick, sticky carpet under the pirates trapping all of them at once. Ignoring the cries of panic and disgust Apollo cheerfully dusted his hands and smiled “Well that went smoothly. Thanks, I was worried I’d have to actually go and hunt down the lot of you. You coming here saved us quite a bit of time.” He casually started to count them before pausing and looking slightly concerned “It looks like your leader decided to skip out on us…”
“Yes I did, tar does terrible things to feathers you know, but I thought I’d try to approach this from a slightly different angle…”
The two marines whipped around to find the farfetched had snuck around Petie’s boat to gain the element of surprise and was now standing behind the three little mon, holding his scythe so the bade was against all of their throats “As in the angle where I have three little hostages to protect me from those powers of yours. Now then shall we start negotiations?” he said smugly before casually pushing Petie’s head a little closer to the edge of the scythe “Unless of course you want their first experience shaving to be their last…”
POOF
Apollo and Ashley stopped in mid movement, both about to take out the bird before he could do the deed, as white powder obscured him from vision. “Shouldn’t have touched me… or threatened my crew…” Petie said, trying to hide he’d wet himself when the blade had pressed against his neck like that. Before either of the marines could ask what had happened Petie reached down and picked up the transformed captain. The baby farfetched was covered in downy feathers and dressed in a childish mockery of his previous outfit, thick diaper bulging around his waist, as he frantically waved the rattle that had been his scythe and made panicked chirping noises. They stared at this as Apollo was the first to speak up.
“So you’re a fruit user… that makes things a bit more complicated…”
“Is… is it permanent?” Ashley asked, gently taking the squawking baby from Petie’s paws. He shook his head and tried not to smirk “Naaaaa, it’ll last for a few hours though if he’s not around me.” Before he noticed the serious expression on Apollo’s face and fidgeted nervously “U-um… I d-did say we’re b-bounty hunters…” Petie stuttered as Apollo looked up and motioned to his crew. In a few seconds they’d climbed down and started retrieving the tarred up pirates. As Ashley handed the still crying captain over to one of their crew Apollo walked over to Petie, the teddiursa trembling as the snorlax towered over him “I don’t believe I got your name little one…” he asked, still gentle sounding but now with a serious tone to his voice.
“P-P-Petie s-s-sir…”
“Well then Petie, mind telling more about this devil fruit power you have?”
“O-o-okay…”
A little while later after Petie finished babbling his explanation of his powers, trembling and knees knocking the whole time, Apollo leaned back a little rubbing his chin “Ho… that’s an interesting power you have there young mon…” he said still sounding serious as Ashley walked over, having listened in on the whole thing “I don’t see why you’re worried about it Admiral…” she said quietly “It doesn’t sound like too dangerous a power.” Apollo just shook his head “Ashley, I’ve been in the marines for a long, long time… one thing I’ve learned for sure is that there is no such thing as a harmless devil’s fruit no matter how silly it might seem. Now then…”
Petie squeaked as Apollo loomed over him “Young man, while having a devil fruit isn’t a crime in and of itself policy dictates I should bring you down to the marine base so I can get a record of you… we’ve got too many free range devil fruit users turning to piracy so we’re trying to stop that.” Petie gulped, realizing this would mean all the marine bases would know about him and he could easily get branded as a pirate if he screwed up and end up with a bounty, which wouldn’t be a good thing since his older brother was in the marines, knew where he lived, and was a raging psychotic pyromaniac who’d probably enjoy killing his own family.
“Now then if you’d…” Apollo stopped midsentence tilting his head a little as if he was looking at Petie hard. The snorlax kneeled down on one leg, Petie was able to hear the sheer amount of weight Apollo had shifted as he did it, so he could get a closer look at the teddiursa “… what did you say your last name was again?” Petie blinked, caught a little off guard by this “U-um… J-Julafton?” he squeaked as Apollo rubbed his chin more “You look a little like some of my coworkers actually… does the name Alex Liratten ring any bells, or maybe his son Alex Jr? He’s better known around these parts as the “Pirate Burner” but…”
“Aaaaaaaah!!!”
Jules hugged Petie as the teddiursa nearly went into the fetal position, Anne joining in on the hug to calm him a moment later. Petie’s older brother, Alex Jr, was a taboo subject around Petie’s house for several reasons. The fact it sent Petie into a panic being just one of them. Growing up Jr had been arrogant, restless, and dangerous demanding respect and admiration from a town far too small to satisfy his ego. He took out his frustrations on his family, especially Petie, whenever he could get away with it until he finally up and sailed off one day without so much as a goodbye. The only time they’d seen him since then was when he returned home on a marine ship to show how he’d joined and was now captain rank… as well as show the power of his devil fruit.
It was a memory that had locked itself in Petie’s mind and left him with a fear of the marines. Jr’s arm turning into a thick, shiny, back substance as he told them he’d eaten the Oil Oil Fruit and was an Oil mon now, the sadistic grin as he casually played with a lit match while talking about how he could coat them all in the oil in a second if he wanted, the fact he out and out told them he’d burn the village down, them included, just to get rid of his past if his superiors hadn’t been watching. As terrifying as his brother had been for him before the fact he now had POWER had left Petie terrified of crossing the marines in anyway in case Jr ever found out.
“Ah, so I see you know him. Would you be the little brother rumor says he has then?”
Petie blinked, still pale and hyperventilating a little, as he looked up to Apollo. The snorlax just gave him a reassuring smile and probably would have patted his head to calm him if his hand wasn’t bigger than the teddiursa’s head. “Believe me screaming panic is a rather common reaction from people who know Jr. So now then, mind answering the question or do you need another minute or two to recover?” taking another deep breath to try and calm himself Petie stuttered “I-I’m okay… a-and yeah… h-he’s my big b-brother…” he paused for a moment before adding offhand “A-and Alex w-was my dad before Momma divorced him.”
Apollo nodded and gently flick the tuft of hair sticking out under Petie’s bonnet “Looks like you have the same kind of bed head as those two. Anyway I’m sorry to say that being Jr’s little brother isn’t exactly a strike in your favor.” He said, Petie gulped having seen this coming “Headquarters likes him cause of his power and effectiveness but most people know he’s a volatile nutter who enjoys torching people a little too much… just on the grounds of being related to that I should bring you in.” Petie hung his head having seen that coming as Anne and Jules moved closer to him supportively. There was a soft sound as if Anne was about to speak up and out herself as a fruit user as well just so Petie wouldn’t suffer alone.
“But I’m not going to do that.”
“Huh?”
All three of them looked up to find Apollo smiling again as he chuckled at their confused expressions “Ho! From what I’ve seen I really doubt you’re anything like Jr for several reasons… a major one being while he has the loyalty of his crew it’s out of fear and I can tell you have your crewmate’s genuine friendship.” Anne blushed and Jules giggled at that as Apollo went on “Secondly is anybody who knows Jr well enough to react like you did likely isn’t going to go around following in his example. If you were you’d have tried to probably find some destructive use for your power over taking people alive with it.” Petie nodded knowing Jr well enough that he was certain Apollo’s guess was on the money about what the raticate would do with ANY fruit powers he’d have gotten.
“Lastely…” Apollo chuckled again no longer able to resist giving each of them an affectionate head pat “You’re just kids after all, so I’m willing to look the other way this time…” the trio was couldn’t resist letting out a sigh of relief “But! Policy is policy… so how about this. Me and my crew need to round up the Scythe pirates boat and clean out whatever they were using for a headquarters so we can’t escort you back to base right now but how about you meet us there some time in the next month or so? I’m going to be stationed at the 135th branch base for a while so if you show up there sometime we should be able to get this straightened out.” He smiled “We might even be able to get you and your crew bounty hunter licenses so this little mix up doesn’t happen again.”
They were silent only for a moment before all nodding in agreement “Deal.” Petie said, honestly relieved as all heck to have gotten off that easily. “Great! Now then…” Apollo looked around to see that his crew had nearly finished collecting all the captured pirates “It seems we’re nearly done here and we’ll be looking for where they kept their base in a moment… so why don’t you be good kids and head off? There’s a town just north of here where you can stop. You should be safe there.” With that he turned back to help his crew collect the pirates.
Not needing any further prompting the three scrambled up back onto the Sea Cradle, weighed anchor, and sailed off as fast as their tiny ship could go. Only stopping when they reached the town Apollo mentioned. After dropping anchor and all getting changed into dry diapers they had an official meeting around the dining room table with all the members of the crew, plushies included. Petie cleared his throat and looked around “I call this meeting to order to call for a vote to change our official name from the Cuddlebutt Pirates to the Cuddlebutt Bounty Hunters. All in favor?”
“Aye lad.”
“Y-yes.”
“Sure.”
“Of course dear.”
“Yep!”
“Good, the motion passes. We’re now officially the Cuddlebutt Bounty Hunters.”
“About the whole Cuddlebutt name…”
“Shut up Jules.”
To Be Continued…
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Dang! Too much suspense for Petie. Apollo sounds like the goofy dad/uncle figure that everyone... well about everyone loves. Ashley seems fun as an assistant. I'd hate to see jr when he comes. Loving the new characters.
*a shiny mew teleports onto of Apollo's head* Hmm this feels too soft to be land. @.@ =^.^= mew?
*a shiny mew teleports onto of Apollo's head* Hmm this feels too soft to be land. @.@ =^.^= mew?
Dayum! Jules just got TOLD!
Once again, Lost has just craped excellence onto us...and it's is one big deuce!
very nice chapter i must say! the way you presented the new characters was just sublime! Especially how Ashely and Alex Jr. are (kinda) the complete opposite of their normal selves, with Ashely being all kick-ass and Alex Jr. being a psyco pyro!
I'm kinda afraid to see what all sorts of epic encounters your going to unload on us...kinda!
Good show, Jolly Good Show!
Once again, Lost has just craped excellence onto us...and it's is one big deuce!
very nice chapter i must say! the way you presented the new characters was just sublime! Especially how Ashely and Alex Jr. are (kinda) the complete opposite of their normal selves, with Ashely being all kick-ass and Alex Jr. being a psyco pyro!
I'm kinda afraid to see what all sorts of epic encounters your going to unload on us...kinda!
Good show, Jolly Good Show!
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