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It was late and the mist of the alpha system moon began to form rapidly, underneath this mist was a small rundown tavern named windy peaks. Windy peaks was usually more empty than the local petition to ban alcohol by the grandma’s for happiness campaign. However tonight was different. Tonight it was full, full to the bursting point with pirates. These pirates were not buying drinks, they were doing a raid.

A small angry looking man stepped out of the tavern and began to light a cigarette, however he did it in the most unusual way possible. He lifted up his filthy beaten up glass and struck his match on a patch were one eye should have been. This small angry man had an aura about him that demanded respect, he was mighty Jack Brighteye captain of the fiesta pirates.

The crew consisted of a groups of no bodies who through one situation or another had joined together to form somebody. Most were pained by the past’s they lived before enter piracy and chose to leave there names behind and live by the names of the crew. Jack to pride in his crew and gave the men of his ship appropriate ranks for there skills, second in command was Mihawk Woodelf the pistol master, he could shoot the fly of a pigs back for 50 meters. He was given his name after his got on the wrong end of a sword, well it didn’t affect his hearing. Next in power is Mike Fostbite, a name which explains the coldness of his soul, he shows no emotion, even when his life is in danger. Then there are there are the cannon blasters, Peck Meg and Shinzo Snakeyes whom joined during the pilgrimage of japans coast. Then there are the cut throats…. The cut throats are the muscle of the crew, members who have not yet earned there names. They will do anything to earn them, and soon they will have another chance to butcher there way up the ladder of respect….