Shipwright Malfunction (Private/Shunji Only)

“I am gonna wreeeck this competition! “  The young, silver-locked Shipwright rang out across the docks. He was overlooking his supplies for the up-and-coming yearly Geezway competition. It was an event held for Shipwright’s across the North Blue, specifically held on Spider Miles. The main goal of the competition was to build the most spectacular ship with the supplies given. Each competitor is given an array of supplies, a specific dock along Spider Miles coast, and a raggy hotel room for added comfort. The best part about the competition is that they give out one Devil Fruit to the winner. This year happens to be a Logia Type Devil Fruit, the Numa Numa no Mi. This wasn’t exactly what Rocket had in mind, but it was something. His entire goal since encountering the Logia Devil Fruit using Vice Admiral Smacker back in Lvneel Kingdom was to find and consume a Logia Type Devil Fruit. This competition was perfect. “I am gonna win this Devil Fruit if it’s the last thing I do…”

Rocket tipped Gladium over his shoulder, scanning the docks. One competitor in particular stood out from the rest; Her name was Donna Vendez, a renowned Shipwright hailing from the South Blue. Rocket had heard of her before, and they were mostly good stories. She has created and developed thousands of ships, each one better than the last. This wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, and currently, Rocket didn’t even know if he could beat her. Though, Rocket had luck on his side. Her immense beauty sterilized the other male competitors, even the female ones. He was immune to this due to his asexuallity. Of course he thought she was gorgeous, but nothing could get in the way of his goal. He needed this Logia Devil Fruit if he wanted to become a world-class Shipwright. “There is no way I can beat her fair and square. She’s even made Marine Battleships. I need to get her kicked out of the competition… Should I steal her supplies..? Nah, too easy… Should I frame her for sabotaging my own supplies? No.. That’s a little too mean. What if… I created a gigantic battling robot.. and sicked it on her?! Bweeehehehee… That sounds amazing. “

“Bweeeheheheheh! Just a bit of this..”  Sparks emitted within the dark room that Rocket was conspiring his creation in. “And this… Cross the red wire with the blue wire… Or.. Was it the other way around? Bagh. I don’t care. “  The young Shipwright was well on his way to creating his very own battle robot. It’s main purpose was to sabotage and possible destroy Donna Vendez’s ship. Knowing he couldn’t beat her Shipwright skills in a fair competition, he had to come up with something else. Due to his boisterous nature, this was what he decided to do. “Too bad Albert can’t be around to see this. Damn Marines had to scare him off again.. “  As Rocket continued working on his maniacal robot, the thought of how Albert would take to this crossed his mind. Albert always believed in a fair contest, teaching that very same virtue to Rocket as he grew up. On the other hand, he had taught Rocket to fight for his dreams and goals, no matter what it took. It definitely was a contradictory set of morales, but Rocket decided on the latter, letting his greedy side take over.

“Bwaaahaha! It’s finished! It’s aliveeee… It’s aliiiiiiiiiivveee! Enter, Destruco Lord 9000!”




“Ok Destructo Lord 9000, you know what to do right? Go destroy Donna Vendez’s ship! “  The massive battle robot lifted itself off the table, and gazed it’s lifeless eyes towards the metal door. “Yes Master. I will destroy Master’s ship. “  Rocket smiled, placing his hands upon it’s sheek, black, metal back. “Right, destroy my sh-, Wait, what?! No! No, destroy Donna Mendez’s ship! Not mine! “  Destructo Lord 9000 advanced towards the door. “Yes. I will destroy Master’s ship. Any being interfering will be eliminated. “  Rocket gritted his teeth, attempting to jump upon the robot’s back in order to halt it’s movement. “No! Stop! “  With one mighty swat of it’s thick arm, the young Shipwright was sent flying back into the excess metal materials strewn across the ‘lab’.  Destructo Lord 9000 opening it’s gaping jaw, and blasted an orange beam of energy, completely demolishing the metal door. The robot began advancing towards the crowded dock area, the excited bystanders unaware of the danger about to come…

Rocket rubbed his throbbing skull. He didn’t actually think he could program something to be this powerful. Hell, he half-expected it to have the strength of a newborn puppy. “Ugh… Damnit, I guess I can kiss that Logia Devil Fruit goodbye. This is sure to get me disqualified. “  He lie in the mechanical rubble, contemplating on what the hell he was to do next. That’s when the sounds of people screaming, and explosions booming struck his ears. ]b]“Seriously?! You stupid robot! “ [/b] With an anger-induced kick, Rocket sent the sheets of metal soaring through the air in one kick. He took one step toward the door and took off with impressive speed.

As he made his way towards the docks, a stampede of civilians flooded the narrow pathway that he was traveling down. Moving with the force of a herd of elephants, Rocket was more or less trampled. “Good lord… “ The crowd completely steamrolled the young Shipwright, stomping his entire body into the soil below. One of them subsequently resting their foot on his private parts, halting his movement in order to shout back at the others. “Come on! Run! We’ve got to get back to the town! “ Tears filled Rocket’s eyelids, the impact nearly causing him to cry out in pain. After the barrage of civilians made their way to the town, luckily ending Rocket’s torment. He rose up, throwing his fists into the air. “Raaaaaaaahhh! You see how much trouble you caused me you dumb robot!? “  A silver flame ignited itself upon his right leg. His red eyes flashed towards the orange sphere of energy that emitted over the hill, produced by Destructo Lord’s blasts. “I AM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! “

With a blazing white inferno engulfing his leg, Rocket launched himself into the air, towards the now malfunctioning robot. “You dumb ass robot! Don’t touch MY ship! “   As Destructo managed to balance itself on one leg, Rocket’s blazing foot connected with it’s center core. The kick evidently produced a large, circular shockwave of white fire. “Booyah! Ya dirty, pig-minded sack of maggots! “ In another flurry of silver-fire induced kicks, Lord Destructo was sent far off into the ocean, a heap of steam rising from the ever so dead robot. “Damn thing! I tried pro- I mean, it just came out of nowhere! The thing blasted into my lab and smashed it all to pieces! I hope everyone is alright? “ It was probably now obvious that Rocket was the one who created the monstrosity.

The young Shipwright gazed upon Donna’s giant mess that was once her prized vessel for the competition with a wide grin. Despite some minor fallacies in his plan, the end goal came true. Donna’s, and most of the other contestants ships were absolutely destroyed. Even better than he had planned! His crimson eyes fell upon the young man wielding iron gauntlets, a thin cigarette prominent at the corner of his mouth. During his little rush down the hill, he was able to witness the young warrior dispose of his robot with relative ease. If he had to end up fighting him for this little mishap… He was in trouble. Trying to get everyone off of the topic as soon as possible, he spoke out,  “Really nice job beating that robot up! Bweeehehehe! Too bad Donna’s ship got… Wrecked! Bwehehehehe…”

Rocket watched as the crowd began gathering back around for the remainder of the competition. A large majority of the contestants were deliberately knocked out of the contest due to Rocket’s massive battle robot. The judges mulled the results over for quite some time, before finally coming to the conclusion that Rocket had won. And that was that. He actually won. He set out to win this competition, and retrieve the Logia Type Devil Fruit, and he won. Joy surged through his body. One of his ultimate dreams were about to be accomplished. Before he could step forward and claim his prize, the swift ninja-like smoker from earlier had made his way towards Rocket. In one quick movement, he leaned forward, whispered his blackmail statement into the young Shipwright’s ear, and trotted off. As simple, and quick as that.

Luckily, Rocket had enough common sense to not fight against the smoker. Due to the amount of Marines around, and the fact that he actually knew Rocket did it, he would ultimately be brought into custody. Another dreadful feeling grasped Rocket’s body and sunk his self-esteem like an anchor. Guilt. There was no way he could step forward and claim the prize, not after what he did. He closed his eyes for a split second, thinking for eternity. This was the type of situation that he was afraid of; Giving up his own potential success for someone else, even when he didn’t deserve it. He could make off with the Logia Devil Fruit in a matter of minutes, no problem. But the fact that he didn’t really earn it struck his heart like an arrow.

Rocket approached the judges, smiling as he took the Numa Numa no Mi Devil Fruit in hand. He set his crimson eyes upon it, and turned to look across the crowd. Near the docks, he could make out Donna’s figure. Rocket knew he wouldn’t be able to face her without exposing himself. That being said, he set the Devil Fruit down right behind her feet, and dashed off. Now, it was time to face the music. He had to meet the smoking-ninja at the Western part of the harbor so that his name wouldn’t be broadcasted out, framing (Rightly framing, mind you,) for the robot incident.

The docks western side reeked of fish and excruciating body odor. “Hello..? Smokey-Ninja guy..? “

Rocket set his amazon-like gaze upon the smoking-ninja. As worried as he was about possibly being turned in to the Marines for what he did, he seemed relatively calm on the outside. After hearing smokies comment on the Devil Fruit, his serenity faded to depression and a side of guilt. “No… I gave it to Donna. Although I don’t know if she knows it yet.. I felt too guilty.. “  With a heartfelt sigh, Rocket kicked a small pebble across the harbor. Excitement surged his body as the spiky-haired ninja announced that he actually wasn’t going to turn him in. As elated as he was, he still listened on to the man explaining himself and his origins, not interrupting him as he normally would someone. “Leader of a rebellion huh? Sounds like fun! I like to think of myself as a sort of rebel as well… Bwehehehe…”  The silver-locked Shipwright struck a flexing pose, slicking his hair back.

The last bit of information and the ninja’s question actually hit Rocket with a bit of shock. He only wanted a ship..? That was it?  “Really? You just want a ship? Is that all..? Bweheheheheahahaha! Bwaahehehehahaha! Well why didn’t you just ask me back there?! I can fix you up a ship in no time! I do it for a living after all, bwehehehe! “  The Shipwright adjusted his red dress shirts collar, allowing his crimson-blood eyes to settle on the ninja. “The name is Rocket, the best Shipwright in Cymba-29! Bwehehehehe, after my dad, of course! “ Despite his mischievous behavior, often times giving people the impression that he is a liar, he was telling the truth. Rocket had a gift like no other when it came to Shipwright and Carpentry skills. He could whip up ships that rival Marine Battleships in less than three days. Being a born doofus, most people wouldn’t expect this much talent and skill from him. His skills rivaled that of even Albert, Cymba-29’s boss, and even he was regarded as one of the, if not THE most talented Shipwright in the Blues. Rocket was a true prodigy when it came to buildings vessels.

Rocket ended his albino-white hand forward, grasping the ninja’s in a firm grip. He bared his fang-like teeth in a wide grin, shaking his hand wildly. Despite not buying the ship, this was sort of like his first customer. Even though he wasn’t getting any money out of it, at least he knew it was going to a good cause. Besides, this guy was keeping his secret safe from the Marines. The least he could do was build him his own vessel. It was way less than the ninja’s gift of keeping him out of ‘Hell’ (Hell = Captured by Marines and sent to Impel Down). “A star on the Bowsprit and Bow? Based off of your father? That’s pretty cool! I can get this thing done in a day! “  And again, he actually could. Extremely excited about being able to form a ship for someone by himself was a huge task, and would definitely present a story to tell for Albert when he returned.

Rocket began walking back towards his ‘hidden’ lab, rambling on in hopes that the Ninja Smoker would follow him. “Trust me, I am gonna soup this baby up! It’s gonna outrun Marines, Pirates, Revolutionaries, and even a damn Sea King! I am gonna throw cannons all over the place! Big, explosive ones too! So you can destroy your enemies! I’ll craft that star out of pure steel as well to give it some durability… Should I brace your sides in steel? Hm, I don’t know. I could do this.. and then that..”  Verbosing on as usual, Rocket pressed onward.

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Let see what happen here.

-Rocket built a giant robot to destroy the competitor ship, but he screw up and program it to destroy his own Ship and to terminate anyone who got in its way. (Good Job, Rocket! Master Shipwright. | Shunji. You trust him to work on your ship!? The smoking is killing those brain cells.)

-But the combined efforts of Shunji & Rocket with some aid from Donna, Manage to defeated the robot, which did manage to destroy Donna's ship and other competitors ships as well. Rocket wins the competition and no one expect for Shunji and Hisbiscus, knows that the robot belong to Rocket. (Everything works at in the end.)

-Rocket after going through all that trouble gives the prize (Logia Devil Fruit) to Donna. (How Honorable).

-The two of you made a deal and walk off.

Reward:
EXP: No EXP awarded due to Tier Sysem
Reputation: 10,000,000 to Both