Birth of Revolt

True Help
Her first foot stepped onto the island as did her eyes. Her crimson gaze fell upon the fiery scenery before her. The dock, that she was supposed to enter on, was destroyed. The wooden planks that made it up crushed and had begun to sink into the sea. A single ship bearing a Pirate flag sat at the destroyed dock and she was cautious to take very good note of it.

Before she could collect her thoughts, she went on to take another step and as she did, she could hear the ground crying out for help as another explosion occurred in the distance.

BOOM

The very meaning and personification of destruction was what that boom embodied. Buildings collapsed and the fire grew larger followed by shrieks and wails from the people. It didn't take rocket science for the girl to put the two together, but she ultimately concluded that the island was under attack by a pirate crew. Her verification matched up with the report made over the transponder snail that mentioned Pirates attacking the island and of course she had to act.

Without another thought, the young lady ran across the pathway of the island, her speed catching anyone who had been watching in awe. She ran so fast, that not even the wind could leave a whisper in her wake. Her face remained emotionless. This was the feat of either a cold-blooded killer or someone able to keep themselves composed no matter the situation they faced. In this specific case, it was the latter.

It took her about five minutes of full-on running before she'd finally reached the center of this chaos. Once she did though, there were dozens of townsfolk tied by rope back-to-back with one another, blood dripping from varying parts of their bodies and tears flowing down gracefully. At the center of it all, stood a stall voluptuous woman dowed in a black captain jacket and the typical pirate hat. She was a beautiful creature, but from the blood and blade, she gripped in her hand.

Tongue out, she looked down at the newly appeared girl. "Oi, Oi!" She exclaimed, a smile slowly forming on her face. "Well, aren't you cute. I ain't think someone could work that caramel hair so well."

The caramel-colored hair girl looked up at the black-haired woman. She gritted her teeth before her eyes quickly shifted to the townfolk whose own eyes were filled with tears. Their mouths were wrapped shut with clothes but their grunts could be heard as wails. If she couldn't discern exactly what it was they were saying she knew for a fact that they wanted help.

"What have you done?!" The girl asked, standing straight up with her attention focused solely on the pirate before her. Her skinny arms fit into her black coat like taffy. Much like the pirate, she too possessed a curvaceous and a relatively small waist. She wore a low riding red shirt on top of a white-collared scroungy shirt. Topped off by a red bow around her neck and a black of black slacks and black loafers. Her jacket came to her lower back, revealing a weapon on her hip and the fact that her slacked pants fitted her rather tightly revealing her rear curve.

While she wanted to act out of rage, she remained composed and instead waited for either the perfect opportunity or simply for her opponent to act first. "Free these people and leave."

"Jajajajajaja," the woman laughed, clenching the hilt of her saber. "I'm the captain of the Vicky Pirates! User of the Beta JOKER! I'm declaring this island, property of the Vicky Pirates, so you'd best get the hell out of my way if you don't want to be killed, little girl!" The woman laughed maniacally once again.

Some members of her crew stood behind her, while others ram shacked the village in efforts of making their statement. "Pretty girls like you should stay home." Said the woman, licking the blade of her saber.

Finally, after minutes of struggling, one of the townsfolk managed to remove the cloth from around their mouth. An older man, in his mid-thirties, face scarf from the beating of the Vicky Pirates. "Get out of here girl!" The man suggested, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "We've already notified the Marines, they'll be here shortly. You should find somewhere to hide so you don't get injured. That woman is Icky a pirate captain worth 60,000,000. Run!" he suggested once more.

"You heard him, girl," Vicky chimed, grinning. "Just run and wait for the Marines to come... if they ever do."

For a moment, the young girl simply stood stiff. She didn't shake nor did she waver, she just stood. There were no words coming from her mouth and in fact she gave off the impression of hesitation. But that wasn't it. It was the will of these people being absolutely broken by the rampage of these pirates.

All while she stood there, Vicky reached over to grab one of the civilians. "Hey, hey, hey. While you sit there star-struck, I'll see if there's a way I can break this girl's neck!" Vicky claimed, gripping the woman by her freakishly long neck.

"She's a member of the Snakeneck Tribe," thought the girl, looking to Vicky. In that same moment that she lifted her head, she rushed off towards Vicky, hands holding her weapon a Crescent Blade attached to a Noble Sword, it was called a Crescent Pendulum. As she closed the gap between herself and Vicky quite quickly, the girl lifted the sword end of her weapon and aimed it at Vicky's throat.

With a glare, she looked Vicky into her eyes despite being much smaller. "You make another move to hurt her and I'll stab straight through your neck."

"Jajajaja, you've got some quick moves, I like you, what's your name?" Vicky asked, releasing the snakeneck woman from her grasp and giving her full attention to the more prominent threat. "Whose crew are you a member of?"

The woman scurried off into the distance, tucking herself behind the pile of rubble to watch the rest of these unfold in hiding. "I'm not apart of any crew. My name is, Clover D. Rachel!"

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