A Sappy Beginning

**Users Involved:** User:LofiSaiyan User:Duck4war
**Setting:** South Blue, Sap Island
**Timeline:**1585
**Characters Involved**: Lynx D. Drace, Cub

As the first rays of the sun spilled over the horizon, casting a warm and golden glow upon Sap Island, the tranquility of the morning was broken by the awakening of the creatures that called the island home. From their slumber, the ScaleBears emerged, their massive forms moving gracefully as they ventured towards the nearby trees. With each deliberate step, they reached out their long tongues to feast upon the oozing sap, their morning ritual beginning amidst the rustling of leaves.

High above, a flock of bee-like parrots soared through the sky, their vibrant wings shimmering with every beat. Each parrot carried a different fruit or pollen as they darted among the trees, diligently tending to their hives hidden within the foliage. The air resonated with the gentle hum of their wings, harmonizing with the island's awakening symphony.

But the tranquility was short-lived as a thunderous cannon fire erupted, shattering the peace and sending shockwaves through the land. A massive tree succumbed to the explosion, crashing down with a resounding thud. From the ship bearing the jolly roger of a skull biting down on a log, the crew erupted into a cacophony of cheers and jeers, reveling in their destructive display.

Amidst the chaos, the crew prepared another cannon, eager to unleash further havoc upon the island. However, their actions were abruptly halted by the commanding voice of their captain. Captain Timber Jack, a formidable figure standing at a towering height of 7 feet 4 inches, exuded a ruggedness befitting his reputation. Gripping his axe, a seemingly ordinary weapon with a handle crafted from the various woods he had encountered on his voyages, he silenced his crew with a glance.

"Hold fire!" Captain Timber Jack's hearty laugh echoed through the air, mingled with a hint of menace. "Remember our newest addition, Cub, did promise to drive those scaled beasts from their nest!" His eyes scanned the crew with a mix of amusement and authority. "If we make them relocate or provoke another attack, I'll personally separate one of your heads with this very axe!"

The crew swallowed hard, fully aware of the captain's uncompromising nature. Among them stood Cub, clad in a long fur pelt taken from a slain ScaleBear. His attire was simple—a ragged pair of pants, a blue bandana tied around his head. Unlike the rest of the crew

Captain Timber Jack approached Cub, his towering figure casting a shadow over the younger crew member. He looked down at Cub, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and disappointment.

"Well, Cub," the captain's voice carried a playful yet condescending tone, "as we agreed when you first joined our merciful crew, you'd help us find that famous Sap for our ship." Captain Timber Jack tilted his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Although, your attempt to beat us last time was quite the spectacle. It's a shame your Devil Fruit powers weren't enough to overcome me and the crew."

Cub's expression tightened, a flicker of frustration dancing in his eyes. He averted his gaze, silently acknowledging his failure.

Captain Timber Jack's grin widened, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and veiled threat.

"Now, go with Tracker. Ensure he guides you to their nest and provides us with reliable directions," the captain ordered, his finger pointing towards Tracker. He leaned in closer, his voice low and menacing. "But remember, any funny business, and Tracker is authorized to shoot on sight. Last time, he used tranq rounds on you, but next time, it'll be with real bullets."

Cub nodded once again, his silence conveying his understanding and acceptance of the captain's orders. With Tracker by his side, he prepared to step onto the tender, embarking on a journey to fulfill their mission amidst the uncertainty and dangers that awaited them.

Tieing their boat to a tree Lynx made a list of items he needed for cooking." syrup for pancakes, sugar, brown sugars, spices, and wild game." Ana was resting on his neck and hissed at him gently." Because we can't just eat fish and birds all day and unlike you I don't enjoy raw," he struggled with the rope to make sure it was secure." meat, and I like seasoning on my food." he said as he got ready to leave but went back on the ship to grab a picture of his daughter. And put it in his pocket. " if we're lucky there are people on this island and they have seen her."

**BOOM** the explosion shook him a bit as the cannonball crashed into the forest. Grabbing his rope dart he did a quick check to make sure it didn't have any flaws wrapping it around his arm he grabbed his ton fans and put them on his side. " Hopefully that was just a tree or maybe a friendly pirate willing to join my crew," he said with a nervous chuckle as Ana just rolled her eyes and rested on his shoulders.

Traveling the edge of the forest lynx would soon see the lumberjack pirates' ship." impressive boat but not my problem. Let's avoid them shall we." he said turning to head into the forest traveling deep in he was following tracks that lead in the ward then stopped once he saw The small group together, Curiosity got the better of him and Lynx climbed a tree, using his snake form to grab onto the tree with his tail and claws to hide above the duo. “Wonder what they are doing. Doesn't seam like they are friends.”

As Cub and Tracker ventured deeper into the lush forest of Sap Island, the verdant foliage closed in around them, casting long shadows over their path. The dense canopy above filtered the sunlight, creating an enchanting mosaic of dappled light and shadows on the forest floor. The air was heavy with the scent of earth and vegetation, mingling with the faint aroma of sap that permeated the island.

Tracker skillfully navigated through the dense undergrowth, his sharp eyes darting from one hidden path to another. He appeared nonchalant, as if oblivious to the presence of their stalker. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures seemed to fade into the background as Tracker engaged Cub in casual banter, his words laced with a subtle condescension.

"So, Cub, tell me again about your grand plan to defeat the Lumberjack Pirates with your mighty Devil Fruit powers," Tracker jested, a hint of amusement in his voice. He teased Cub, belittling him for his broken speech and perceived weakness. It was his way of testing the young crew member's resolve, of reminding him of the challenges they faced.

Cub, his wounds still fresh and his mind consumed with thoughts of protecting his family, didn't immediately catch on to the subtle hints of their stalker. His attention wavered, his gaze occasionally darting to the ground as he contemplated the weight of his responsibilities. He wondered how he could navigate through this treacherous situation and emerge victorious, rescuing his family from the clutches of the Lumberjack Pirates.

Unbeknownst to Cub, Tracker's sharp instincts had begun to tingle. Years of honing his survival skills had made him acutely aware of his surroundings. He noticed the faint rustling of leaves, the subtle shifts in the forest's ambience. While he maintained his outward demeanor of nonchalance, his senses were on high alert, piecing together the clues that someone or something was watching their every move.

Tracker's mind raced, contemplating the possibilities. Could it be another crew lurking in the shadows, hoping to lay claim to the same valuable sap they sought? Or perhaps it was a native inhabitant of Sap Island, wary of outsiders trespassing on their land. Either way, Tracker knew that their situation had taken an unpredictable turn, and they needed to proceed with caution.

As they continued their journey, Tracker's banter with Cub grew more subdued, his focus shifting inward as he analyzed the situation. He subtly adjusted his grip on his weapon, ready to respond to any potential threat. Though his words may have carried an air of jest, Tracker understood the gravity of their mission and the dangers that lay ahead.

Deep within the forest of Sap Island, as the ancient trees whispered their secrets and unseen creatures roamed, Cub and Tracker found themselves entangled in a web of uncertainty. The stalker's presence lingered, a silent reminder that their journey was fraught with peril. With every step they took, they delved further into the unknown, their fates entwined with the mysteries of the island.

Trying to stay hidden. Lynx went up higher in the trees. “If I were a betting man and I am, I’d say those two aren’t exactly friends … but I like him. He looks stronger and pirate worthy. wonder if he I save him what i gotta do to have him join Ragnarok.” he said, slithering through the trees slowly trying to be a quit as possible. He made his tail slither loudly in revers so in case they were on to him. “What are they here for though I wonder?”

As an hour passed by, Tracker's senses remained sharp, honed by years of experience and the aid of the implanted device in his ears. He could discern the subtle nuances of the forest, detecting the faintest rustles and distant echoes. He led them on odd paths, deliberately traversing large clearings and doubling back on their tracks, aiming to thwart their stalker's attempts at staying hidden.

With each step, Tracker's mind analyzed the situation, calculating the possibilities and potential threats lurking in the shadows. He was a seasoned hunter, adept at reading the signs and predicting his prey's movements. Yet, this mysterious stalker eluded him, teasing with its presence without revealing its true identity or intentions.

Finally, as they ventured back into the forest, Tracker's instincts kicked in, and he sensed their stalker drawing nearer. His eyes acquired an unusual glint, crosshairs seemingly forming within his irises. He turned his head, locking his gaze on Cub with an unusual request. "Cub, do you think you could just stand there and be my shield for a bit?" he asked, positioning his sniper in an unconventional manner, ready to take aim at their pursuer.

Cub, still lost in his thoughts, was jolted back to the present by Tracker's strange request. Confusion and concern danced in his eyes, not fully comprehending Tracker's intentions. "Wh-what? Be shield your?" Cub stammered, unsure of what Tracker meant by such a proposition.

Before Cub could respond, Tracker pulled the trigger, and a shot rang out, ricocheting off an unseen barrier. Startled, their stalker darted into the woods, seeking refuge from Tracker's precision. With Cub's massive form providing cover, Tracker switched to High Caliber Sea Prism Rounds, a clear indication that he perceived their stalker as a serious threat.

In Cub's perspective, the burden of his past weighed heavily on his soul as he traversed the dense foliage of Sap Island. The memories of the cruel Lumberjack Pirates' actions and the wickedness he had witnessed in the world at large haunted him, like relentless ghosts that refused to fade away. The echoes of their jeers and taunts rang in his ears, reminding him of how he had first arrived on this isolated island, abandoned and left to fend for himself. The scars, both physical and emotional, were a constant reminder of the pain he had endured, etching a sense of vulnerability within him that he struggled to overcome. Despite his best efforts to remain resolute, the darkness of those memories threatened to consume him, making him question his own strength and resolve.

As he continued on, an odd scent caught his attention, interrupting his internal turmoil. Cub's senses were heightened, and he recognized it as the same peculiar cologne that Tracker had applied before. A vivid memory flashed in his mind, harkening back to the aftermath of his beating when Tracker had grinned, slyly boasting about the cologne's enticing allure to the ladies they might encounter during their mission. In that moment, Cub had dismissed it as a trivial detail, an insignificant part of his painful encounter with the pirates. But now, the scent seemed stronger, mingling with the earthy aromas of the forest. Cub though dismissed this as it could be just Tracker's cologne wearing off.

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot pierced the air, shattering the tranquility of the forest. Cub's heart pounded in his chest as he turned to see Tracker taking aim at their stalker. Shocked by Tracker's actions, he remained rooted to the spot, struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. This was not the peace that Cub had hoped for, but rather a perilous escalation that sent shivers down his spine.

And then, as the smoke from the gunshot cleared, Cub's stunned gaze fell upon the unexpected sight of Lynx. With swift and precise movement, Lynx blocked Tracker's shot effortlessly with the back of his hand, exhibiting a mastery of combat skills that left Cub awe-struck and intimidated. As the bullet harmlessly ricocheted off Lynx's hand, he slinked back deeper into the trees, his instincts warning him that he was not fully prepared for the battle that was just starting.

Cub remained standing still, like a deer caught in the headlights, torn between fear and curiosity. He could feel the weight of the impending confrontation settling on his shoulders, knowing that the decisions made in the moments to come could shape the fate of Sap Island and its inhabitants. In this moment of uncertainty, Cub's mind raced, searching for a way to navigate the dangerous terrain of conflicting loyalties and uncertain alliances. As the tension thickened around them, he could only hope that a peaceful resolution was still possible amidst the shadows of the forest.

Lynx quickly collected himself and looked at his hand and then looked back before quickly dropping down from the trees. “Look here, you son of a bitch! You just shot me and an attempt on my life aint worth shit, so im going to put you in the dirt.” he said, his raising up in his tail being almost as tall at the trees. “And you!” he pointed at Cub. “I will talk to you later. I dont have an issue with you, so stay out of this.”

He said before rushing in like a snake striking at its prey, but Lynx used his claws to strike at Tracker, aiming for his chest. If it missed, he would bury his claws into the ground and chased after Tracker before grabbing a small tree with his tail, then rip it out and throw it at Tracker.

The forest around them trembled with the intensity of the confrontation between Tracker and Lynx. The sudden charge had taken Tracker by surprise, leaving him with little time to react. In an instinctive motion, he swiftly extended his left hand to the side, producing a strange mechanical sound that seemed almost otherworldly. The sound was followed by a thunderous boom, a burst of energy that propelled Tracker out of harm's way just as Lynx's attack struck the ground where he once stood. The force of the impact sent a small tree crashing down, and to the untrained eye, it appeared like any other tree in the forest. But for someone familiar with Sap Island, like Cub, it was a BumbleParrot's nest that had been disrupted, setting off a chain reaction.

The enraged BumbleParrots swarmed around Tracker, their large bodies buzzing with fury. They darted through the air, diving and swooping like bees protecting their hive. They relentlessly attacked Tracker, pecking and poking at him with their sharp beaks, causing him to cry out in pain. The once-confident sniper was now struggling, batting at the relentless birds to fend them off.

"AGGGHHH!!! STUPID CREATURES! GET OFF! I WILL NOT LOS- OUUCCCHHH!!" Tracker's voice boomed in frustration as he tried to regain control. But the BumbleParrots were relentless, continuing their assault, driving him up into the air with a particularly painful jab to his posterior, leaving him suspended helplessly.

Meanwhile, Cub stood at a distance, confusion and concern etched across his face. He wasn't sure how to react to the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Was this creature, Lynx, fighting his captor, Tracker, as an ally? Or was he just another ruthless pirate seeking to exploit the island's natural resources? Cub's mind raced with conflicting thoughts as he hesitated, unsure of whether he should intervene or remain a spectator to this clash of forces.

The forest echoed with the sounds of battle, the cries of BumbleParrots mixing with Tracker's yells of pain and frustration. The air was heavy with tension, and Cub could feel the energy crackling around him as the fight intensified. The fate of Sap Island seemed to hang in the balance, and Cub knew that he had to make a decision.

As the chaotic scene unfolded before him, Cub's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His initial confusion gave way to a surge of determination, but he wasn't sure how to proceed. The clash between Tracker and Lynx left him torn between intervening to protect Tracker or simply observing the confrontation from a distance. Cub's zoan form, resembling a hybrid Sun Bear, bristled with anticipation as he hesitated, trying to discern the best course of action.

However, in that moment of indecision, something inside Cub clicked. He felt a sudden burst of inspiration, a wild idea that seemed both reckless and brilliant. With a fierce glint in his eyes, he made up his mind, ignoring the confusion that still lingered. His instincts took over as he saw an opportunity to turn the tide of the battle.

In a daring move, Cub charged forward with surprising agility, his powerful limbs propelling him towards the suspended Tracker. At first, it seemed as though he was going to protect the beleaguered sniper. But then, with a sudden twist in his trajectory, Cub jumped up into the air, using his immense strength to lift Tracker from his precarious position.

"HIM HARD HIT!!" Cub bellowed with a mix of enthusiasm and determination. With all his might, he volleyed Tracker towards Lynx, launching him like a projectile through the air. It was a breathtaking display of strength and precision, and Tracker hurtled towards his newfound enemy with incredible force.

The sight left both Tracker and Lynx momentarily stunned. Tracker's eyes widened in astonishment as he sailed through the air, while Lynx's face contorted with surprise at the unexpected turn of events. In that split second, everything seemed to hang in the balance, and Cub's heart raced with exhilaration as he watched his audacious plan unfold.

Tracker's trajectory carried him closer to Lynx, and the two adversaries locked eyes in a brief moment of realization. As Tracker hurtled towards him, Lynx instinctively prepared to react, drawing on his own skills and abilities. The clash between the two forces was about to reach a critical point, and Cub stood ready, his zoan form still brimming with untapped energy.

The forest seemed to hold its breath as the battle reached its tipping point. The air was charged with electricity, and Cub's heart pounded with adrenaline. He had taken a daring leap of faith, and now the fate of this encounter hung in the balance. All eyes were on Tracker and Lynx as they hurtled towards each other, and the outcome of this clash would determine the course of their unfolding story on Sap Island.

lynx coiled his snake body up tightly before before using it to rocket himself towards Tracker claws out to slash his chest open before twisting his body to slash him with his dorsal fins and scratch his body with his keeled scales almost like a sand paper before he landed in a tree. Wrapping his tail around the tree he looked down at Tracker then looked at Cub. “ Oi what’s your name” he asked looking at him. “ and what are you doing on this island?”

The impact of Tracker's collision with Lynx sent shockwaves through the forest, leaving behind a scene of destruction and chaos. Cub's heart pounded in his chest as he landed on the ground, his wide eyes locked onto the aftermath of the collision. Bits of metal, flesh, and oil gushed from the binding coils of Lynx's snake-like zoan form, mingling with the blood that stained the forest floor. The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, as Cub realized the immense power that Lynx possessed.

Staring at Lynx in his zoan form, Cub was momentarily paralyzed, his mind struggling to process the intensity of the battle that had just unfolded before him. The image of Tracker's hurtling form and the devastating impact replayed in his mind, leaving him overwhelmed and uncertain of what to do next.

Suddenly, Lynx's voice broke through the eerie silence, and Cub snapped out of his stupor. His gaze shifted from the carnage to the towering figure of Lynx, who now regarded him with a mix of curiosity and something else Cub couldn't quite decipher.

"Names my Cub," Cub responded with a horse voice, his form slowly changing back to his normal state as he struggled to find his words. His heart still raced with adrenaline, and his mind grappled with the realization that Lynx had just defeated Tracker with such ease.

"Good bad man man?" he asked hesitantly, struggling to convey his thoughts and emotions through his broken speech. He gestured around him to indicate the island they both stood upon, the place that held his memories and dreams. "Cub... friend," he continued, hoping his intentions were clear. "Not Island... hurt want."

As Cub stood there, a gentle breeze swept through the forest, rustling the leaves and swaying the branches above. The wind played with the white fur coat on Cub's back, fashioned like a cap, and tugged at his torn blue headband. The peaceful scene was in stark contrast to the recent battle, but the tension between Cub and the enigmatic stranger still hung in the air.

Cub's eyes remained fixed on the figure before him, awaiting their response, hoping to understand more about the person who had just saved him from Tracker's attack. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the next chapter of their encounter to unfold. What would be the outcome of this meeting? Only time would tell.

“What is English, not your first language or something? It’s My name Cub. “ he said before anything over to Cub changing to his human form “ Names, Lynx Drace soon to be greatest pirate to come out the south blue. I just came here to restock on food but who was that? And where we’re you leading him?” He then went over to Trackers body and checked for what ever he could find. "he looks like a pirate. Are you part of his crew?"

Cub's head tilted in confusion as he tried to comprehend Lynx's question. He shook his head, indicating that he did understand English but struggled to use it fluently. "Yes, English know. Do you, I understand," he replied bluntly, hoping to convey that while he comprehended the language, his own speech remained broken.

When Lynx inquired about being a part of Tracker's crew, Cub quickly shook his head in denial, his eyes briefly darting to the gruesome aftermath of Tracker's defeat. "Attack, no island mine. They me use steal to sap trees from." he tried to explain, stumbling over his words but making sure Lynx understood the truth. The pirates he was with were exploiting him to plunder the valuable resource from his home.

Pointing to the bruises on his body, remnants of his first encounter with the LumberJack Pirates, Cub's face contorted with a mix of anger and frustration. "Jack Pirates Lumber Cub hurt," he said dejectedly, clenching his fists in frustration at his own perceived weakness. The memory of his previous encounter with the pirates weighed heavily on him, and he felt a deep sense of anger at their cruelty.

Despite his broken speech, Cub's determination to convey his feelings and experiences was evident. He stood there, vulnerable yet resilient, his eyes locked onto Lynx's, hoping that this stranger could understand the pain and injustice he had endured. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself were waiting to see how this encounter would unfold. Cub's fate, for the moment, lay in Lynx's hands, unsure of what the stranger's intentions were and whether he could be trusted.

“Ok cool then you joined my crew, Welcome to Ragnarok. “ he said as it was already decided “I’m kidding it’s your choice but I have a reason to fight them now, well two. One is I want their ship, and want to see how good I am on these seas. Two because I wanted to explore this island. Come on Ana. “ he said as he started walking to a tree and a snake dropped down from it wrapped around his neck loosely and waved at Cub with her tail.

“Now then let’s go find this guy’s crew and tell them they have been evicted. “ he said as he walked in the wrong direction “Tell me about the island though. And please guide him in the right way.” The purple python hissed asking Cub.

Amidst the tangled web of feelings and the turmoil that had been stirred within him, Cub found himself standing before a stranger who had both saved him from danger and declared his own pirate affiliations. It was a bewildering contradiction that left Cub's thoughts in disarray. The notion that Lynx might be inviting him to join his crew, while standing amidst the aftermath of battle, left Cub conflicted. Could he trust Lynx, this stranger who had intervened to save him from Tracker's attack?

Cub blinked, his gaze fixed on Lynx as the latter walked with an almost casual nonchalance in a direction opposite to the ship. His confusion deepened as he observed Lynx's interactions with a talking python, a sight that was both baffling and intriguing. Despite his reservations, Cub's steps instinctively followed Lynx's lead. For a time, he observed in silence, absorbing the strangeness of the situation and allowing himself to process the myriad of emotions that had been stirred within him.

A decision seemed to be forming within Cub's mind, guided by a mixture of cautious trust and an underlying desire to escape the clutches of the LumberJack Pirates. It was when Lynx's words broke through the silence, his simple yet profound command of "Follow," that Cub felt a spark of clarity. He nodded, acknowledging Lynx's lead, and without further hesitation, took the initiative to guide them back towards the LumberJack Pirate's ship.

The timeline seemed to blur as they traversed the journey back, navigating the familiar terrain that led them closer to the heart of danger. They remained hidden in the forest, a silent pair of observers, as the crew of the LumberJack Pirates carried on with their daily activities. Cub's eyes scanned the scene, watching as crew members moved equipment, engaged in card games, and indulged in the revelry of drink.

Cub's attention shifted to the imposing figure on the ship, a man who exuded authority and power. Captain Timber Jack stood there, his gaze fixed upon the island as if awaiting the return of Cub and Tracker. His stern expression was illuminated by the sun's rays, casting a shadow across his face that seemed to mirror the darkness within him. Cub's grip on his own emotions tightened, a mixture of resentment and defiance welling up within him.

"Captain he Jack pirate Timber," Cub's words were gritted through clenched teeth, his voice tinged with a simmering anger. His eyes remained fixed on Captain Timber Jack, his feelings of vulnerability and helplessness transformed into a resolve to protect his home and thwart the pirate's desires. Cub's finger pointed towards the crew, emphasizing his words, "Take want home," he declared, the intensity of his emotions radiating from him.

In that moment, the forest held its breath, as if nature itself awaited the outcome of this confrontation.

Lynx’s face palmed. “I’m going to teach you how to shit talk eventually he said before standing up and casting a shadow over Cub almost like a bad omen as Lynx stepped out from the bush. “ HEY! Pancake lover pirates I’ve come to inform you of your eviction from your ship! You have 30 to vacate the Ship and row away from this island or else the trees you cut down will be used to make coffins and will be set to your families! “ He shouted his deep booming voice shaking the trees Around him and cub. “OR I WILL JUST TAKE YOUR CAPTAIN’S LIFE AND YOU CAN JOIN MY CREW AS RANDOM PIRATES!”

Cub's gaze remained fixed on the scene that was unfolding before him. The audacity of Lynx's bold proclamation left him perplexed. While Lynx might possess strength, the idea of taking on an entire crew single-handedly seemed nothing short of reckless. It was as if Lynx's confidence had clouded his judgment, failing to acknowledge the stark reality of the situation they were facing. Cub's instincts urged him to stay hidden, to remain in the shadows and assess the battlefield before making any moves.

Captain Timber Jack's response was a stark contrast to Lynx's bravado. With his massive cutting axe at his side, Timber Jack exuded an air of rugged confidence. His chuckles were followed by boisterous laughter that reverberated through the clearing. Cub watched closely as the captain's demeanor shifted from amusement to a stern, almost dismissive attitude. Timber Jack turned his gaze away from Lynx, waving his hand dismissively as if to signal that dealing with this overconfident stranger was beneath his concern. The crew seemed to take their cue from their captain's demeanor, sharing knowing glances and smirking among themselves.

As Timber Jack's laughter faded, the Lumberjack crew responded with a collective nod, a silent agreement to his unspoken command. The crew members began to gather around, their faces twisted into sinister grins that mirrored their captain's confidence. Weapons of various kinds glinted in the sunlight, ranging from axes to cutlasses, each blade reflecting the crew's proficiency in combat and their allegiance to their captain's cause.

Cub's heart pounded in his chest as he continued to observe from his hiding spot. He could sense the tension in the air, the impending clash of wills that was about to erupt. Lynx's boldness and Timber Jack's resolve had set the stage for a confrontation that would shape the course of their destinies. Cub's mind raced as he grappled with the uncertainty of their situation. Would they emerge victorious against the overwhelming odds? Or would this bold move lead to their downfall?

In the midst of the tension, Cub's determination solidified. He understood that their actions now would define their fate. As the Lumberjack crew closed in around Lynx, Cub's instincts told him that it was time to act. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the quiet rustling of leaves serving as a prelude to the storm that was about to be unleashed. With his heart racing and adrenaline coursing through his veins, Cub readied himself for the inevitable clash, his eyes never leaving the unfolding spectacle.

Lynx grabbed his tonfas two club-like objects that extended an inch past his fist and covered his whole arm. He put his hand out in front of Cub “Well I won’t force you to go out there im fighting ‘cause this is what pirates do we take what we want and fight for what drives us. I want that ship. And a good crew. You can stay here and not fight but if you go out there with me you’re my crew now. This is me giving you one last out before you are officially a pirate. “ he said before rushing in. “ BY THE WAY I KILLED YOU FRIEND WHO YOU HAD IN THE FOREST IF YOU THINK YOUR STRONGER THAN HIM COME THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY. “ he said covering his arms in scales as he started punching at the pirates using his tonfas as a meeting to block and deflect attacks into their men causing the yo cut their people before Lynx would kick them as hard as he could into the ship.