One Piece : Thomas Andre

It's a beautiful day outside

Birds are singing

Flower are blooming

On days like these... Pirates like them... Should not run away...

"Captain, he's been chasing us for two hours."

came a low male voice, thick smoke billowing out of his mouth between words. The dragged cigarette and tired face made him look older than he was.

That's not counting the wrinkles gained from all the time he's worked with his idiot comrade he calls captain. Enormous adventures and many dangers, but as practice showed, his dear Captain never learns not to run into trouble... And he, as vice-captain had to deal with that, well, be the voice of reason that this crew is sorely lacking.

" Pfft... Let him chase... " with a drop of sweat at his temple his captain answered him looking away, his hand rubbing the grip of his sword. The vice-captain knew it. His captain was hiding something. Too often he had seen that nervous tic of his. His captain even took a step towards his quarters, a small, very small step, but enough to realize the attempted escape from the question.

The vice-captain sighed, and beside him he heard a barely audible laugh from one of his comrades, well, and other shouts from their crewmates on deck looking at their pursuer and shouting something.

This whole situation, when they were running away from this particular person was not new, it was more of a tradition. Well the Vice Captain wanted to know what the Captain had pissed this man off about this time. Although the fact is, the reasons were getting funnier every time.

And what's even funnier is that their chaser won't rest until he takes what's his. And if his intuition is correct, the vice-captain is sure that his Captain has taken some"thing" judging by the way the Captain wanted to run away to his cabin.

A loud slurping sound slightly interrupted the Vice-Captain's thoughts. His very eyes were on the Captain, and a second male voice nearby now laughed a little louder. " Captain, be honest, heh, did you really take it.... "

" Taken? Took what? Nobody took anything. Ha-ha-ha-ha," came the full voice of their captain. Putting his hand on his hip and his face spread into a smile.... A fake smile with the same fake laugh he was trying to draw attention away from himself.

And he was failing, as usual.

The vice-captain only took another drag on his cigarette, shaking his head unhappily, and the loud eater laughed again, taking another bite of meat.

"Haha, of course, Captain. "

" Well then, very good! Let's hurry up, haha. " Turning sharply 180° and raising his hand sharply to point somewhere in the distance, the captain stood with his back to them. He mistakenly thought he had succeeded in changing the subject.

The vice-captain now sensed that their pursuer was close...Well, because amidst the shouts of their comrades from the deck, he could hear the man's voice. And the Captain began to hear it too

" Captain, you are... "

Unfortunately, Vice-Captain was interrupted.

By a voice. Loud as a bell, and angry as an angry lion's roar.

"SHAAAAAAAAAAANKS!!! "

"Beckman, you jinxed it! " shouted Shanks, captain of the Red-haired Pirates.

Benn took a drag on his cigar with a raised eyebrow, and Lucky Roux stepped away from them, hurrying into the kitchen.

" I'll keep quiet Captain, your inquisitiveness has finally infected me as well. "

" Traitor! "

***

Near the Red-Haired Pirates ship.

"SHAAAAAAAAANKS! "

Shouted a man standing on the large bowsprit of his ship.

And it was a special kind of shout, using powers.

A mere giant, 13 ft tall middle aged man. A mane of golden hair waved in the wind like a lion's head, and a goatee flowed like a stream of silver.

The blond man, dressed in white trousers and shined shoes, stood proudly on the broad ship's bowsprit, his mighty figure looming against the raging ocean. A shirt blazing scarlet with Hawaiian designs fluttered in the wind like a conqueror's banner.

But most impressive of all was the giant military coat that spread over his shoulders like the wings of a fiery bird. Every movement of the man made the cloak flutter and flutter, creating the illusion of a winged god descending from the heavens.

Veins swelled on the colossus' forehead, his face contorted with rage.

That red-haired idiot crossed the devil this time. That idiot did the unforgivable. And this on the day he and his favorite crew and rookies came to relax on his favorite island. He docked at the official port, and the red-haired idiot docked on the other side of the island. At that moment, the Man didn't know it, because he was rushing to the place to take the seats he had reserved for his team.

And somehow the red-haired man found out about them. And the idiot couldn't pass up the chance. Not to miss the chance to piss him off like he always does!

"Vice Admiral, sir, we're ready! " came a voice from behind him. The Vice Admiral turned around, his cloak developing. He calmly jumped off the bowsprit, landing in front of a man in uniform.

A man about 25 years old in front of him, dressed in a short-sleeved white shirt, and a cap with "Marine" written on it. A bit of stubble and a smile. A rifle was slung behind his back and his eyes were now on the Vice Admiral in front of him.

He raised his head high, trying to look at the huge Vice Admiral in front of him, for whom he had the utmost respect, and had never once regretted his decision to join his regiment. That one made him smile. He had never questioned his Vice Admiral's orders, and though the man was cheerful and incredibly outgoing, and his temper soft... When it's not training time... But still, the huge man was someone worth going after.

Vice Admiral Thomas Andre!

"Koji, tell Mister Issho to take control of the ship and raise the level defense to the highest level! " Thomas Andre said in a stern voice, "This time I'll take care of the problem myself, Shanks crossed the line, again! "

Koji let a smile appear on his face. "Yes sir! But... " he couldn't hold back a small laugh. No, that's disrespecting an elder. Quite the contrary, the entire ship is aware of this chase, the reason for it all. How could they not know it, it's tradition! But this kind of reaction was special, similar to how the Vice Admiral reacted to what.... " Sir, is the Red-Haired... "

" Yes... That idiot stole my favorite shirt! "