Chapter 11: Minnon
As I walked onto the port, I was painfully aware of how empty my stomach was, its mournful gurgling seemed to echo inside my head as I tried to alleviate it for the twelfth time with the help of my data fruit. I had already stored away the feeling that I would have when I was full (Along with loads of other feelings. No. I am not Gowther, nor am I related to the guy, let's move on..) and downloading it onto myself, before continuing on the footpath.
I had of course made sure that my body would have enough food to grow without problems, though I had also made sure to remain sneaky while I did it. (My father didn't allow me to take any money with me so I was poorer than the beggar that sat in the corner of the pier… I hate self-sufficiency…)
My black hair was tied in a neat bun and rested the tip of my shoulder blades, and my blue eyes gleamed in a pale light. My cheekbone had grown more angular along with the contours of my face, making me look older than I actually was. (Tanken senpai said that I looked like a adult baby…whatever that is..)
My black jacket hung loosely over my muscular yet lanky frame, and my boots made resounding thuds against the dark gravel. I had arrived in Minnon just a short hour ago, and had not made any trouble for anyone (How admirable, me!!) and was infact minding my own business quite well.
The dark cobblestone looked quite pristine in the dim glow of the setting sun, the crowd though did not seem to decrease anymore than what it was in the morning, it in fact seemed to double up as people joked around the streets.
I knew of course of the actions of the famous Donquixote Pirates and of the famous Doflamingo, but I wouldn't let that bother me, after all only a small part of the island was cordoned off by the spectacled freak.
I was here to have a good time, and if anyone caught my eye I would recruit them, otherwise I would leave the island and look through the surrounding islands, I had decided. So of course, I did not shrik away from emptying a few overly heavy pockets, and walking toward the market. My stealth skills had been trained to perfection by Tanken, and so none of these plebs were the wiser when I slit their pockets. (Though I only picked the extremely snobbish. I felt like robin Hood!)
As I walked into the market, I heard the loud screeches of the shop owners, desperately trying to attract the attention of the crowd. I made my way purposefully to the smithy,' though I am a dagger user, a few stealthy needles wouldn't hurt anyone', I reasoned to myself as I entered the almost empty store, before purposefully walking toward the counter.
At the counter stood a stocky man, his arms the size of barrels. He had a thick mustache that covered most of his face, and was exceedingly at a loss of the assets called hair. He wore a faded green tunic over which hung his worn out apron. He tried smiling at me welcomingly, though that only lead to me getting Goosebumps, and sidestepping toward the weapon rack.
"I want some refined steel needles, as sharp as you have" I said as I acted as if I was looking through his collection with a great interest. "How many do you want?" came the reply, as the man seemed to be in no hurry to get me what I wanted. "Give me twenty" I said refusing to look at him in the face.
"huh, I'll get it for you, give me a minute" He said finally getting off the stole that he had been sitting on, and walking toward the inside of his shop. "How long do you want 'em?" he asked from inside the shed, before seeming to have made a decision all on his own and returning to the outside and handing me the finished needles attached to a leather belt. Strangely enough, the needles were just the right size for me.
I handed him the money that I had just pocketed before exiting the shop, and heading toward the restaurant to fill my stomach, which had now renewed its mournful hymn in an attempt to grab my attention and draw it to the vast emptiness that was my stomach.
I knew that a gol's stomach wasn't as easy to fill as the common folk and so I made my way first to the jewelry store. I knew that it was morally defective of course, nut honestly I didn't really care. As I made my way into the brilliantly beautiful building that was the goldsmith's, a couple in the corner caught my eye.
"Honey, these pheasants don't know what true gold is!" the man exclaimed annoyed. He wore expensive clothes and seemed to have what resembled a pencil mustache, it was either that or a regurgitated turd, I was unaware which of the two it was, nor did I want to know.
The women constantly nodded her head, almost to the extent of it falling off, not that that would have mattered to her, she seemed to be blissfully unaware of the method one would use to harness the organ known as the brain, and her face wasn't anything to look at either. Full of freckles and acne, she had a woefully average face, with a hardly better body shape.
'Target Found!' I told myself as slinked toward the duo before emptying their pockets into my hand, They were quite rich! I realized as I quickly exited the store before heading to the now orange lit inn.
I had just made my way to the front of the mahogany doored inn, when I heard the shrill scream of who I could only guess was the owner of the store. "You waste!! Do you not know anything other than eating?! I just picked you up a month ago and you have already eaten away both my summer and winter stores of food!! Hais what a glutton…"
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