The door to the Fang Bite inn on Tequila Wolf swung open with tremendous force, the winds from the barbarous snow-storm brewed outside of the establishment. A young, albino human entered through the forced doorway, gripping his vibrant, slender hands around the metal knob. Struggling to pull the door shut, he had finally managed by planting his feet against the cobblestone wall. He slid his fingers around the thin cloak that shrouded his body, tearing it off of his frame.
“Woo! what a storm!”
Reddick T. Rocket, member of the Cymba-29 Shipwright company from the North Blue bellowed his thoughts throughout the tavern. He ran his hand through his white locks, slicking his hair back. Flakes of snow shimmered down from his shoulders as he moved towards the bar, glittering in the faint torch light that flickered amidst the building.
Rocket had been sent on an interminable mission to obtain Adam Wood, a very sturdy, almost invincible type of wood that was quite the rarity across the entire world. Cymba-29, namely Albert, the leader of the entire company, had sent young Rocket out to obtain some. The last known area of shipment was reported in the East Blue, near Loguetown. Due to the massive snowstorm that struck like a lightning bolt, the young Shipwright was forced to dock at the construction island of Tequila Wolf. That, and he was a bit hungry. He placed his hands upon the wooden counter, thinking to himself.
“I wonder if I should even be taking this break? Oh well, A pit-stop can’t hurt! Bwehehehahaha! Man I am gonna eat every single piece of food they have here! Maybe they even have hamburgers?!”
His lips secreted saliva at the mere thought of any type of hamburger, seeing as they were his favorite type of food. The last time he even had an ounce of sustenance was back in the North Blue, on Spider Miles, the island he had recently attempted to win a Logia Devil Fruit at. “Someday Rocket, someday.. You’ll find a Logia Devil Fruit someday.”
“Woo! what a storm!”
Reddick T. Rocket, member of the Cymba-29 Shipwright company from the North Blue bellowed his thoughts throughout the tavern. He ran his hand through his white locks, slicking his hair back. Flakes of snow shimmered down from his shoulders as he moved towards the bar, glittering in the faint torch light that flickered amidst the building.
Rocket had been sent on an interminable mission to obtain Adam Wood, a very sturdy, almost invincible type of wood that was quite the rarity across the entire world. Cymba-29, namely Albert, the leader of the entire company, had sent young Rocket out to obtain some. The last known area of shipment was reported in the East Blue, near Loguetown. Due to the massive snowstorm that struck like a lightning bolt, the young Shipwright was forced to dock at the construction island of Tequila Wolf. That, and he was a bit hungry. He placed his hands upon the wooden counter, thinking to himself.
“I wonder if I should even be taking this break? Oh well, A pit-stop can’t hurt! Bwehehehahaha! Man I am gonna eat every single piece of food they have here! Maybe they even have hamburgers?!”
His lips secreted saliva at the mere thought of any type of hamburger, seeing as they were his favorite type of food. The last time he even had an ounce of sustenance was back in the North Blue, on Spider Miles, the island he had recently attempted to win a Logia Devil Fruit at. “Someday Rocket, someday.. You’ll find a Logia Devil Fruit someday.”