Terror in the South

It was a bright day and beautiful on an island in the, there were few clouds in the sky and the sun beamed down upon the ocean and land. Although the rays of the sun pierced through the sky the ambient temperature on the island was comfortable. The citizens of the island were out and about, tending to their various daily tasks and routines about the island. The island was beautiful itself, the city was small and located on the coast which was convenient for ships that came to the island. They could dock and travel directly into the city and not have to hike through terrain. Behind the city, deeper into the island there were many houses, taverns, and other establishments. Numerous roads cut through the rather dense forest that housed the wildlife of the island; each road lead to one another and to a main road that connected to the city. It was one of the few islands in the South Blue and it attracted numerous individuals, traders, merchants, and of course pirates.

To maintain order, there was a single marine base located just outside of the city only a couple of miles away. The base sat on the coast as well receiving important residents, officials, and fellow marines into the island. It was no however it was large enough to maintain order on the island and respond to threats miles away in the sea.

In the city there were marines and citizens alike going about their day to day business. A infamous tavern in the city saw many customers, well known for their quality drinks and service to the people that visited. It was a large building that sat in the middle of an intersection within the city, it thrived with life. The people in the tavern were mostly drunk, dancing or singing. There were many people there but one would stand out to many, a newcomer that sat in the corner of the tavern reading a. He was twice the size of an average man and had twice the alcohol tolerance as well downing what was the taverns last barrel of rum, which just so happened to be what the tavern was known for.

"H..hey you, you drunk the last of the rum." Said a drunken man stumbling over his words and himself as he made his way to Vega's table. "I'm a pirate on a voyage a..an..and this here tavern makes the best r...rum in the whole sea.............AND YOU DRUNK IT ALL!!!" He screamed, drawing the attention of what seemed to be the entire tavern. Vega looked up at the man with a look of annoyance, he however took a draw of his cigarette and continued to read the paper paying no mind to the man. "So i...ignore me huh, bet if I shove that paper and cigarette down your throat you..........." Before the man could finish his statement, in the blink of an eye Vega punched the man through the tavern window and outside onto the street knocking him completely out cold. Seemingly there were no marines in the tavern to see what had happened and the tavern simply went back into its livery mood. Vega sat back down and continued to read.