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Row Row, Row your Boat; Down the bloody stream!
Topic Started: Oct 22 2013, 03:59 PM (666 Views)
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It was a quiet afternoon out on the high seas of South Blue. The water was nice and calm, the moderately sized vessel that hung out on it rocked back and forth, almost like a cradle. There weren't any birds to be seen but there were many clouds out there. The temperature was moderate, not too hot not too cold, it could've been portrayed as a wonderful afternoon.

The boat that lay within the water was named the, "Henrietta." The name printed on the front of the ship. The boat was a bit smaller than mail vessel. It could hold around one hundred people on it. There were less than that on the vessel though, the crew themselves were for the most part, trainees. New recruits who had yet to experience the dangers of the high seas.

On the ship itself two older men, were walking through the ship towards their quarters. They had been working since early in the morning and it was time they changed their shifts with somebody else. There were more than enough people to work on the ship anyway. Once they reached their quarters though, which consisted of a two bed room, the beds in the form of bunk beds, roughly the size of a closet. It was a tight squeeze but gave them the rest they needed.

They were met by a surprise, a younger girl was asleep on the bottom bunk, they looked at each other in confusion. They hadn't done anything in particular that'd end up with a girl in either of their beds. One of them nudged the other, indicating that it was his bed and that he should check out what she was doing in there. He began shaking her, hey eyes opened up slowly, a groggy facial expression was left on her.
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Amelia woke up to somebody shaking her. This did not please her, this did not please her at all. She was very confused. She didn't know why she had to wake up. She didn't want to be woken up so she turned her back to the person who was trying to wake her up. Her efforts were in vain as the person began shaking her even more violently to get her to wake up. Sighing she turned around.

Amy glanced at the the person who waking her up. He looked like an average guy, older than her in a white sailor's uniform, as expected from someone on a ship. Behind him stood another man, the exact same age as the other guy, not to mention he was also wearing the same clothing as he was. Looking at them both a bit harder they had a bewildered look on their faces, almost as if they had never seen someone wake up before.

Letting out a loud sigh Amy asked, "what are you guys even doing in my room?" she asked. The two of them looked at each other before giving out their replies. "T-This is actually our room" the one who had woken her up replied. Amy's expression didn't change from looking groggy at all. She didn't take The room being their's as a proper answer to her question.

"So why did you guys wake me up then?" she asked. Still not sure as to why they had woken her up. Telling her that it was their room wasn't that good of a reason for waking her up in her opinion. She thought about killing them for a second but decided against it, she may as well get a couple of answers out of them, first and foremost, where exactly was this ship headed to?
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The two marines were confused, They didn't have a clue on what was going on here, first a girl is sleeping in their beds and now she was questioning them why they were trying to wake her up. "Before we do that, we have some questions for you, what are you even doing here?" he asked her. She shook her head and turned around again. A look of absolute rage came over the marine's face. His partner had to restrain him from attacking her.

"You have to answer our questions, it's common courtesy to do so," the other marines added. The girl sighed as she turned around again, a glare was formed on her face. The two marines felt unnerved because of it and didn't appreciate it as it was their room that she was in. She let out a sigh, the glare still on her face before answering the marine's question. The two of them were going to do their best to kick her off of the ship when they were done.

"I just came onto this ship fro some rest, I have know idea where we're even going anyway," she shrugged. The two marines now had a look of shock. What kind of idiot would just hop onto a ship for no reason? This one apparently. "So wait one second, why did you climb into my bed then?" the first marine asked, he was still confused as to why she picked his bed when there were a much better selection at hand.

The girl shrugged again, she seemed to be prone to do so. "This room is so bad compared to all of the others I didn't expect anyone to be sleeping here," she replied. The two of the marines felt a wave of depression hit them as the truth landed on to of them. They both didn't realise that their room was the smallest room and that it had in fact been built out of a cupboard. The girl got out of her bed, in her hand she brandished a weapon that they hadn't noticed before hand. A large battle-axe. The two of them froze up at the sight of it.
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The two men backed up towards the walls of their room. Both had their hands placed in front of them, trying to calm down the girl who was now brandishing a large battle axe right in front of them. There was no Marines training in the world that could have prepared the two for this scenario, a strange girl waking up in their bed, insults them for a bit and then begins swinging around a dangerous weapon right in front of them. She had to be a criminal or a crazy person of some kind to go around like that and not make a fuss about it.

The one who had originally woken her up was the first one to talk. "Maybe we should all take a breath before someone does something rash, how about you give us your name then?" he asked. He had familiarised himself with the new Bounty list so there might have been something written in there about this girl. He couldn't remember her by face though, maybe she had just started her career as a criminal and just wasn't known well-enough for him to recognise her in an instant. If she was a pirate the two of them, or maybe just him, could get a reward for turning her in before she became a well-known criminal.

Amy smiled a the two men before swiping her axe at the two of them. "I dislike it when people tell me to do things that I don't want to do," she said. A look of pure horror was on the two heads that rolled on the floor. The two bodies collapsed onto the ground, front-side first. Amy noticed for the first time that their outfits had something on them, besides the blood splattered on the fabric, of course. A seagull was imprinted on the back of the white coats they wore, this seagull was of course none other than the marine's insignia.

Silently scolding herself for her insolence she realised that she had made a slip-up, a very large slip-up. She had managed to walk aboard and fall asleep in a marine vessel. She shook her head as she took off the jacket off of one of them and put on herself. It didn't feel right on her shoulders, looking at her reflection she seemed off and it wasn't just that the jacket was too big for her. She shook the feeling off and strapped the axe to her back and made her way out of the room. Looking around she noticed that there weren't any other marines patrolling the corridors, not that there would be in the first place as they were the only ones on the ship, at least they were meant to be.
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Walking down the hallway tried listening out to see if she hear any other marines in any of the rooms. She had originally thought that it was getting dark out but now she was considering that those to weirdos were just that, weirdos. She heard someone running down the hallway, looking up she saw a scraggily looking fellow. She put her hand up in front of her to stop the man. It somehow worked as the marine stopped and saluted. ”Seaman Recruit Mittens, Sir!” he said in a loud voice. Amy nodded at him as if she were achknowledging his status.

She looked him up and down before asking him, ”Repeat to me the destination of this ship!” she ordered, trying her best to put on an 'official' voice. Seaman Recruit Mittens looked at her in an odd fashion, as if he wasn't sure that she was feeling all right in the head. ”Librie Island, Sir!” the low ranking Marine responded. He wondered if he should report her to the higher-ups. She then asked him who their higher ups on this ship were which almost caused him to fall back in shock.

”I-It's Lieutenant Thneed and Ensign Glove that are incharge of this ship, we're only here to send over some documents. I'm not sure what are in those documents but I doubt they're important,” he replied casually before apologising for being so forml with one of his superiors. Amy patted him on the back and smiled at him kindly, causing mittens to blush. She then gave him a strong right hook, knocking the poor recruit unconcious. She dragged him off into an actual closet, no a bedroom disguised as one and began walking off towards the storeroom to see what kind of havoc she could make in there.

Lieutenant Thneed was playing a game of cards with Ensign Glove. The Lieutenant was a large man with a beer belly, that wasn't to say that his muscles didn't have definition on them. He carried no weapons nor did he wear a shirt, just his jacket that he wore over his bare hairy chest. Ensign Glove was a middle-aged woman that had a sour look to her, she never smiled. Period. A rumour had spread that when she was a baby she fell into a bundle of lemons and sucked them dry, since then she was never able to show happiness. The two of them were oblivious to anything that was going on as they were alone in their smoke filled office room.
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The storeroom was cramped, hot and miserable. Everyone who worked down here hated every second of it. Files were always getting lost and found, then re-lost and re-found. People have left the ranks of the marines after being put down into this dump for too long. There were twelve in all people down working there, none of them with a rank worth-noting. Most of them had a files in hands and were sorting through them again and again, making sure nothing was gone or lost. The sound of a door slamming shut surprised them all, some even dropping their work on the ground.

Amy let out a blurry of colourful language as she entered the room. It looked like zombieland in this room, smelt like it too. Everyone there had dark rings under their eyes and were walking with a certain limp. Their arms were even held out in front of them, albeit they had a bunch of important looking documents on top of their hands. Bingo! she thought to herself as she quickly rushed the first guy who was closet to her. She took off her axe and let out a large swing, ”Labrys!” The man got knocked back, blood pumping out of him, files flying all over into the air.

The young girl jumped through the floating pieces of paper and cut through the next Zomarine that came into her path. A fury of slashes and people scrambling for the door later and she was finished, the bodies lay on the ground nicely so that it didn't get in her way. She made a face as she looked at all of the faces of the dead. Cowardly faces. The lot of them. Not one of them tried to fight back, each one of them tried to escape on their own accord.

With all of them defeated she got to work on the real reason she was here for, she got her lighter ready and lit the largest pile of files on fire, watching as the paper ignited and smoke quickly covered the ceiling. The knocked the mound over so that the fire would spread to the entire room, some of the bodies were either buried or began being consumed by flames. She turned around and strolled out of the room, she had the perfect plan in mind for this scene.
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The storeroom was at the end of a large corridor with no other rooms connecting to it, it was almost always empty. A single footprint of blood could be found on the carpet which could be lead back to the young bronze-coloured eyed brunette that was skipping up towards deck. Before she reached the top of the stairs she stopped for a moment to compose herself. Running up the last phew steps she began screaming.

”THE STOREROOM IS ON FIRE! HELP! THERE ARE PEOPLE IN THERE!” she screamed. She was loud enough that everyone on deck heard and turned around. Dropping everything they all sprinted down, preparing anythign they could. All of them passed her on the steps. In only two minutes the entire deck was deserted. She skipped down the steps after the lot of them. She wasn't in much of a rush but she couldn't wait too long. She had ot be there for the plan to work.

There were men attempting to bust through the locked door, smoke billowing out of from the room that had a raging inferno inside of it. Amy watched them all, their backs turned towards her. Her face lit up as she bent down, lighter once again in hand and ignited the oil that was left on the ground in a line from wall to wall. The fire spread quickly, forming a box around the marines. They all let out yelps of surprise before backign away. Some had gotten hit by the fire and somehow managed to light others on fire as well. People trying to back away form their burning comrades got pushed into the fire. It was a vicious circle.

Amelia began some stretches as smoke billowed up in a tower behind her being. She let out a short chuckle. Behind her though she could hear a loud heaving noise as five men stood there, burn marks on all sorts of parts of their body. Each and every one of them looked pissed off. ”Do you have any idea how many men you just killed down there?” one of them aksed. Amy shrugged, she didn't bother counting, ”58 men, you took away 58 men's lives away in a blink of an eye! What do you have to say for yourself before we beat you to a bloody pulp?” he yelled at her. Amy stood there for a moment before answering, ”72.”
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The men looked confused, before any of them could ask what it meant Amy gave them their answer. ”I killed seventy-two marines. Fifty-eight right there, the twelve from the storeroom and two creepy guys when I woke up” she explained in a happy tone. One of the marines charged at her directly, ”I'm gonna make you wish you had never been born!” he screamed, his fist clenched up ready to hit her.

The fist connected with her shoulder, she wasn't in anyway prepared for that attack. Pain shot up through her arm as she dodged another one of his blows. It was way too close though. She grabbed her marine coat and threw it at him. In the few seconds that it took to scramble the coat off of him, Amy brought her axe down on him with another Labrys attack. He stopped moving, clearly dead. Another man rammed into her with his shoulder. They both yelled out in pain as the man had hit her with his burned arm.

Amy threw a punch at him which he had managed to dodge. The four men that were left had to be above average in terms of fighting. Most low-ranking marines are only capable of bar-fighting fighting capabilities, but the level of fighting strength these men were showing were above average. Amy's face lost it's smile, these men had some value on them, she respected their conviction and loyalty to their fallen comrades. She wasn't going to lose to them, not today anyways, she had more planned out for her day.

She ducked as a punch flew her way. Grabbing onto the arm she pulled the man towards her, tripping him over her lowered body. Once he fell onto the ground she began tossing a flurry of punches at him until he fell unconcious. At that moment a double clothesline was performed on her. Two men ran at her with their arms outstretched and hit her square on the chest. She shot backwards, her chest in pain from the attacks and the wind completely knocked out of her.
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Things weren't going as AMy had planned them to go. She hadn't expected anyone to survive the fire that hse had started, let alone five very tenacious people who were aiming to kill her in the most brutal of fashions. Sure she had killed one of them but she couldn't repeat the same tactic of throwing her coat onto someone and hoping that they'd get caught in it long enough that she could get a good shot at one of their vitals. The reason being that the coat was now torn up due to her previous attack.

She ducked beneath a clothesline attack that one of them had tried. These guys were sruprisngly tough, she was worried that she may have trouble fighting the Ensign and Lieutenant. A thought struck her as she stopped what she had been doing and got herself out into the middle of the four men. She stuck her tongue out at them, baiting them as they surround her in a circle.

All at once they charged, rage fueling their steps as they tried to kill the gril who had killed so many of her comrades. She took this oppertunity to take her axe up and swing in a full 360 degrees. The most she managed was to knock one of them into the other and leaving a large cut across one of their faces. The last one, the slowest of the lot managed to get a good punch in her abdominal region. She keeled over before baackign up a bit, swinging her axe half-hazardly whilst doing so.

In the confusion of her little spinning events, Amy shot herself up into the air and attacked from above, slamming her axe down onto on of the two marines that she had just knocked over. She hacked at his body for a couple of seconds before launching another attack at the other grounded marine who was dazed from being both knocked over and watching his comrade being torn apart by her attacks, his blood was splattered all over the marine and the floorboards of the deck, a sickening smile spread onto the young girl's face.
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The man rolled across the floor as the girl brought her axe down upon him, missing his head by a hair's breadth. His arms was injured after getting smacked down by the blade so he was having trouble getting up again. Rolling would have to suffice for now as she began swinging her axe half-hazardly at him with the intent on slicing him up. He couldn't waste even a second of his time to yell for help due to the swiftness of her attacks. He heard an oofing noise and looked at where the girl had been standing, one of his comrades stood there with one of his hands extended out.

He grabbed a hold of him and was about to pull himself up until he heard a swinging noise. He thumped back down to the grabbed. He was angry that his comrade had dropped him until he realised there was still something in his hand. He looked over and saw hat he still holding onto his hand, looking up he saw the axe in front of him, the blade had cut right through his friend's hand, a look of shook on both of the marines.

The man who had just lost his arm began screaming, flailing about, sending blood everywhere. He threw a punch at the girl which she easily caught and used the momentum to send him hurtling to the ground. A thud could be heard as his he landed, face first, into the wooden decks of the ship. What strength this girl had compared to someone of her age. The marine didn't think that even he could handle that, she barely looked hurt at all. "What kind of demon are you?!" he screamed.

He tried to get up but slipped on the blood that had been oozing out of his friend's hand, much to his disgust. It was one thing to have a dismembered hand in his grasp, it was another for his crewmate's blood to be hindering his escape. He turned around just in time for an axe to come hurtling down on top of him. His last thoughts were, oh please no. He could hear the girl mutter one word under her breath, "weak."
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There were only two men left, one of them left unconcous the other in total shock as the tables had been turned on him. It wasn't even two minutes ago that Amy had been losing and was being driven back into a corner, now all she had to do was kill this one guy and be done with it. She spun her axe in her hand, the whirring sound as the blade cut through the air having an ominous effect on the atmosphere. Amy smirked as she neared her target.

The man didn't even try to run away, there wouldn't be much point to it, judging from the silence and the smoke, there was a chance that he was the sole survivor on this ship. He collapsed onto his knees, his face blank as she spread his arms wide open, ready to accept the pirates blow to his mortality. He prayed to whatever go there might be out there to allow him a good passage to the afterlife.

Amy nodded in agreement, he was going to die with his dignity still intact, she could respect something like that. What a shame she had to kill him, he was strong enough to become a threat to her later on since she was pretty beaten up at the moment. She made a quick slash at the man's gut, his insides pooring out onto the deck, making a very grizzly scene unfold. She turned around, she didn't want to feel sick for her next destination.

Before she left though she had to take out the one last marine who was left alive. She got to him and decided to continue on with the horrifying scene she was creating and cut him apart length ways. She heard the sickening sound as blade met bone, it didn't disgust her in anyway, other than how slow it was taking. The man split apart when she was finished with her work. She got herself up and took a breather before finishing up up here. Using the end of her axe she managed to smear across the deck of the ship the word Sloth using the blood of the marines. She then left for her next destination.
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The kitchen was crowded today, the trip was to be for Librie Island and all of the recruits were cleaning up after their one week voyage. It had been a good trip for them, experience-wise as they got to learn how to cook meals whilst at sea rather than do it on land. From what the head chef thought, they had all made a good impression, worthy of being his apprentices as chefs. They were headed to Librie Island to see if some of them could become a part of the official cooking team they had there, he was the one who had to pick out which ones were to take the jobs.

There had been a lot of kiss asses trying to get into his good books, there were always going to be those kind of people. He let them do or say whatever they wanted but he wasn't going to pass them because of that, it was their cooking skills which got them this far and it was those same cooking skills which will get them even further in life. The only problem was there were just a little too many people focusing and sucking up to him rather than focusing on their proper jobs of cooking

If only there was a way to cut down on the amount of people who did that and get the people who were serious on about their duties as chefs to properly stand out. Judging by his reviews though he was guessing that those who weren't doing as well as they could would pop up with low enough marks that he'd have to recommend a different life choice for them. He had to do it a lot of times in the past, those who he tells this to usually change towards the regular fighting-based marines rather than supplementary-based, giving more work to the ones that passed.

It was at this time that he looked at his clipboard that he heard the only door to the kitchen slam short. The kitchen itself was a long room in length and a fair bit in width, windows lined on wall of the room, leading out to the ocean so that no smoke stay in the room. No one was cooking at the moment but they were open just in case, they were cleaning out the room so it helped. Looking up he saw that a brown haired girl had come through and was locking it behind her which was odd. She had her long hair down and looked very stressed. He wondered what was wrong with her until he noticed the axe in her hand which caused him to stiffen up.
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The kitchen quickly became dead silent as everyone noticed that axe wielding girl enter into the confines of the kitchen. She had blood covering most of her lower bodies and yet there were no cuts of her own to be seen on her body. Gulping the head chef approached her hesitantly, "Can I help you with anything?" he asked calmly, no quiver in his voice as he tried to stay strong in front of his subordinates.

Amelia turned towards him, she had gotten nearly an hours of worth of rest which she had spent preparing things, this ship was going to end up becoming a master piece that the marines won't likely forget in a long time. He name would hopefully become more well known after this. More so, anyway than her skirmish with them on that cook-savvy island, enjoyable as it had been she hadn't done enough to raise her bounty at all.

She looked at the man who had addressed her, he had a long hat which caused her to chuckle. "I'd appreciate it if you could just die right now? It would save me the trouble," she replied politely. The man had a look of horror on his face as he realised where the blood that covered her hands and legs came from. She sighed before raising her axe above her head.

There were large gasps as the axe came rushing down towards the head chef's head. The blade tore right through his large hat and lodged itself into the chef's head. His face was expressionless, that single act of bad-assness had saved a sport in Amy's memory which she will think back to if the same thing ever happened to her, she respected the old geezer, whoever he was. The hat covered the blow from view and Amy helped put the man down without letting the wound become visible to his students, she did this out of pure respect.
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Once the old man had been layed down onto the ground Amy turned towards to the rest of the kitchen, just in time to see a fist land straight into her face. She hurtled backwards as she saw who had hit her. He had long shaggy hair that covered his eyes and had a strangly moustache, he wasn't someone who she'd like to make a dinner for her. Shaggy, as she was now calling him, growled at her before running up to her, his left leg lagging behind to perform a kick to her gut.

She quickly rolled out of his way to avoid getting hurt by his boot. She wasn't quick enough though and felt the boot hitting her leg. She screamed in pain, grabbing a hold of her injured leg. Now putting herself into the fetal position she managed to roll out of his way for his next attack. She didn't expect things to escalate so quickly. She had to reach her weapon before anything got out of hand, or foot in Shaggy's case.

Shaggy shot a fist at the ground, the floor boards cracking underneath his fist, he was almost as strong as Amy was if not stronger. Albeit his aim was off by a wide margin. A thought struck Amy, the same way that the long haired youths fists did the floor. Maybe he his accuracy was low and that he only ever trained up his strength, doing only one thing can handicap a person.

She got herself up and skidded back. It took Shaggy a few seconds before realising he was grabbing at empty space. He went straight for her, a fist ready to smash her face in. She easily dodged and he managed to collide into the wall, much to the disappointment of his colleagues. She suspected that he disappointed them a lot, seeing as how he only had his strength going for him. She picked up her axe and readied it to attack her opponent.
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With her trusty axe in hand once again she began running towards her shaggy haired opponent. He barely saw the attack coming in front of him, only the growl that Amy had let loose as her blade swung into him. She doubted that he could see her at all, what a pitiful existence he must have had. She did wonder though, how well he was as a cook. Hope fully he didn't ruin any meals by having his hair fall into the dishes and causing some unnecessary ingredients be added to whatever concoction he had tried to make, it must be hard cooking without being able to see what he was using, or making for that matter.

Amy turned towards the rest of the cooking squad, there was no way they were going to cause much difficulty for her so she her time with them. She started off by fixing up her hair as it was going all over the place. She tied it up into a ponytail, leaving her bangs out in front. Just because she was going to murder all of these people in cold blood didn't mean that she couldn't look good while doing so. She always believed in looking fashionable for cases. She looked at her reflection on her axe's metal reflection. She looked good.

Bearing a cocky grin she strolled over to the first table and got to work with chopping of the cooks. As she did so she did manage to get in a question to one of them. Where can she find the next batch of people, to her surprise the man only replied that there was only the filing room, kitchen and deck. The previous two she had already taken care. Once she had said that the man's eyes widened with shock that she took on all of those men, this ship was only for the new recruits that were going to Librie Island.

Men tried running towards the door, pounding to ask if anyone would open up only for Amy to run over and chop them into bits. These men weren't fighters of any kind and stood no match for Amy the Sloth. She was reigning as queen through all of the blood and gore that littered the kitchen and slowly consumed the floor. All of this hard work was making her hungry and just a bit smelly she decided. She'd have to find a shower of some kind to wash herself in when she was done and away with all of this. She had been working for nearly two hours, she reckoned.
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