'Till I Collapse

## Fortune Favors the Brave

**March 27th, 1573**
The waters of the New World were said to be the unsafest, the most perilous, the most dangerous waters across all seas. Pirates that had committed the greatest of atrocities filled the oceans and lands of the New World, Marines constantly fought against those, and it most often than not ended up with blown up islands, civilians that died, and those that didn't lived in constant fear. It was simply unimaginable for any crew to traverse across these seas without worrying of what came next, or at least doubting for their safety in some shape or form.

"I'M STARVIN' PIERORORORORORO!!!" So how come some could so easily disregard it all? Easy. They were a part of a Yonko crew. Atop a vessel belonging to the Monk Pirates, the *Shirley Temple*, there came a booming voice above all others. That of Pietro's. A pirate whose worth had reached the 420,000,000 after consuming the late Pirate King's Gomu Gomu no Mi. The *Mad Steed* they called him, for it was often than he appeared alongside the Yonko Captain, Daikaku. Almost as if guarding him. It was an angering epithet to a giraffe mink.

Alas, right now, there seemed to be no anger. As Pietro consumed dish after dish, brought by the many chefs across his vessel. All types of animal meat, he consumed. Along with sake to match. Bite after bite came from the Monk's finest, a large burp following along with the bones of many animals that fell into the water.

"M-master Pietro...a-are you still hungry?! Do you mind if we have some?" It was one of the members of the crew that asked, eyeing a gigantic piece of meat that laid next to the tall mink.

Pietro's stomach rumbled in response. His eyes narrowed for a second. "And just why would I do that?"

"B-because w-we're in the same crew...?" The man took a few steps back worriedly.

"You humans...your thinking is so...logical..." Pietro noted. He took a gigantic sip from the equally-sized bottle of sake. "Oi, if you want this meat," Pietro grabbed the meat by its bone, its size overshadowing that of the pirate. "Then ya gotta fuckin' earn it!"

Pietro grinned wildly, a menacing bloodlust oozing from him. His hand swiped towards the man with incredible strength, yet before it could reach him...

"Oi, Pietro. Stop." Another man spoke, one of equal, if not higher ranking that Pietro. Sukumaru. A member of the Monk Pirates and one of Daikaku's closest. Though his hand was smaller than the make-shift weapon Pietro utilized, he still held it in place. He leaned to the side as to allow Pietro to see him. "Stop bullying the newbies, both psychological and physical damage fall under the responsibilities of a doctor. And honestly, I'd rather not spend my day mending broken ribs..." His eyed behind frames fell upon the mink.

"Pierorororo! He wanted to take my food!" Pietro responded. "Or he was my food..." A burp escaped Pietro's lips as he laughed to himself. "Oi, Sukumaru. When are we landin'?!"

"Hm? To Fortune? We should be there pretty soon I imagine. Remember what we're there for, Pietro. We'll look for any eligible Monk Pirates, you'll test them, and I'll go handle my business elsewhere."

"*Your* business, huh? What drug are ya sellin' now?" Pietro asked, yet no answer came. "Well, I don't care, as long as I get to fight n' drink. The old man knows that's all I need."

Sukumaru eyed Pietro. "Right. Just be prepared you overgrown giraffe. We'll land soon enough."