The House Doesn't Always Win

You Really Can Fight The Bank
Three Cherries Island and Casino was filled to the brim with Pirates, Bounty Hunters, Marines, and Civilians from across Paradise and the Four Seas. Hundreds of ships were harbored in the port of the forever night time island, with guards watching over treasure stores and protecting ships while their owners gambled their earnings away at the card tables and dicing houses strewn across the island of sin. Most of the pirate ships were magnificent vessels, ranging from warships to carivals to even a submarine nearby.

Mon Reji was finally getting into the groove of things. After parting ways with the Chateau Pirates and striking out on his own, the World's Worst Gambler and Unluckiest Man Alive felt as though his luck was changing. Despite landing on Three Cherries Island with his dingy sinking and his pockets nearly empty, the former fighter was now more than a hundred grand richer after selling his pocket game Den Den Snail and most of his spare clothes. He felt the familiar tingle in his teeth whenever his bad luck was about to rear its ugly head, but he ignored it. Right now, he was on a roll.

He tossed the dice again into the table, his eyes widening as they landed on seven again. The gathered crowd cheered uproariously as he won yet another toss. The bright, metallic sound of coins clinking filled the air, and the strange rolling counter above Reji's head increased. It was sitting around $50,100,000, rising with every win he earned. His teeth started to ache, a light headache pinching his head. The host of the table grinned and handed the man the dice. "Sir, you seem to be in the middle of a hot streak. Why don't you roll again?"

Reji grinned and nodded to him. "That sounds like a great plan. Everyone, drinks are on me, because I'm letting it ride and rolling again! Woo!" Shaking his dice, he threw the bones to the green felt tabletop. He spun dramatically, snapping his long fingers and pointing to the dice. "Lucky number-"

Snake Eyes. Reji froze as all his winnings poofed into thin air, draining his account back down to its base level, even lower now that he had bet everything on that throw. The chips that he had earned were pulled away and added to the host's pile, leaving Reji the Pirate even more destitute than before. The host looked over the young pirate with disdain. "Please pay all debts before you leave the Casino, Mr. Reji. We do not allow debts here."