Chapter 13: New Island, New Beginnings
(3rd Person View)
"So what do you mean you sold all the bear meat?!" Mick exclaimed
Ricky shrugged, "We needed the money!" He replied, "Besides, not like we knew what to make of it. Having grilled bear meat all the time seemed way too boring."
"What the hell are we gonna eat now?" Mick asked him
"We'll figure it out." Ricky laughed
The group was in a tavern, they had landed on an island the day prior. It was an island that contained a massive city on it. It was a trade city, where many nations worked with them. Liam had suggested they looked for a job while they were there. They had decided to get something to drink first at the tavern, excited to taste good alcohol after a while.
Starrk sat at the table with the group, leaning back on his chair, his sword leaning against the table next to him. He was welcomed by both Liam and Ricky but Mick and Leo were still wary of them. He could sense their distrust of them.
Little did they know, he felt the same way as those two. He kept feeling them staring daggers at him and since he had just met them, he wasn't willing to drop his guard with them.
"Relax, Mick." Liam said, "We can find work first thing tomorrow morning. We'll worry about food later. Besides, we did need the money for accommodations."
Mick looked over at Starrk who didn't say anything, "What about this guy?" he asked, "What is he gonna do? Does he have his own money?!"
Liam looked at him, "You can't be serious, bruv." He said, "If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have the bear meat and pelts to sell. And Ricky sold his frigging sword and boots. It's a wonder the old man let us keep the money. I gave him the money from the sword."
Leo spat his beer out, "You did what?!"
Liam nodded, "You heard me, bruv. Is that a problem?" He replied
Leo and Mick glared at Starrk who merely looked apathetic to this.
While he thought them wanting to look for work was nice, he had other things on his mind. He had been overthinking ever since he read the newspaper about Shanks. He wondered if there was a way to involve himself with the good pirates he knew of. Shanks was probably at Foosha Village by now and he was in the New World, so he had to think of something.
Starrk was about to say something when he heard the door of the tavern slam open. They all looked up to see a couple of marines enter the tavern. The group was mostly men and they all talked among themselves as they walked over to the bar.
Liam and the others looked away to avoid eye contact with them, the last thing they needed was their attention.
Starrk then picked up his glass of beer and started to drink from it.
He then heard the voice of a woman call out to him, "You!"
He looked up and spat out his drink to see a familiar face.
A young woman walked up to him wearing a marine uniform with a scowl on her face. She reached him and jabbed her finger straight at his chest.
"How the hell are you alive?!" she exclaimed
"Uh! I...." Starrk stammered, "What the hell are you doing here?!"
This was the young female marine that Starrk had met when he was imprisoned on Kizaru's ship. Her name was Anne.
Anne glared at him, "You bastard!" she growled,
"We were looking for you!"
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