Pew, Pew, Pew, It's a Twenty Two

Still On Duty
"Stop that man!" A civilian in the city of Hi'Oh shouted, fingering pointing at the man dressed in all orange. The other citizens of the town rushed from their homes, each one armed with a weapon holding it up at the man rushing through the town as though he'd just stolen something.

The man who called the citizens from their home remained in the middle of the street. "You're not going to get away with stealing from this city! Especially not from my store!" Following his shout, loading of guns and clicking of weapons being cocked back could be heard.

The man dressed in orange smiled a wide smile, his single golden tooth showing as he continued to run through the city. As he ran past each of the citizens in the pathway, the man swiped his hands leaving but a blur through the town. His speed and agility left the citizens speechless and by the time he had reached the end of the pathway leading outside of the town, everyone who held weapons found themselves empty-handed.

"That's y'alls problem!" He shouted to the city folk, his purple locks bouncing as he turned around to face all the people. "So damn selfish, can't give to the people in need. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. This city's florishin', why can't y'all share that with those that ain't got it?!"

The man in the city of the pathway and the rest of the citizens looked to the man with widened eyes. They gripped the air with their empty hands trying to figure out just how their weapons were stolen. "The poor have nothing to do with us, you filthy pirate!"

Shaking his head, his locks flipped in front of his face. "See what I mean? I should pop all of y'all!" Reaching to his hip, the ebony pirate pulled out a pistol of the model and aimed it at the civilians.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Each of the civilians shrieked, dropping to the ground with their hands gripping the tops of their heads hoping to hide from the pirate's potential upcoming rage.

Pyuu

The wind blew gently...

"OH NOW EVERYBODY WANNA GET DOWN ON THE GROUND, HUH?" The pirate shouted, waving his gun around in the air as though it were the white flag of "I give up". "Well, chitty chitty, bang bang, rich folks gon' die!"

Pyuu

The wind blew gently again...

"I don't think you should do that." A voice said traveling along with the wind. There was no one around, but even then, the pirate looked around in hopes of finding the source.

Wind gathered in a fury atop a building on the side of the dreaded pirate. His own eyes widened as dropped the gun in his hand and held his hands up as though he were preparing to be arrested. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed, jumping back still holding his hands up. "Listen, I ain't kill nobody!" The man stated, spouting whatever it was he could. "Wait, why the hell are you here? I thought you quit that Government lap dog, shit?! Raven D. Sora..."

"I did quit," Sora began, squatting atop the roof of the building look down to the people and the pirate below him. "But people like you keep me interested, Robbin D. Banks-or should I say Swiper "Purplebeard", pyuu."

Purplebeard frowned, "Maaaan, what's wong with you?!" He asked, leaning forward so that Sora could get a clear view of his angry face. "You can't be sayin' my government in front of people like that. I could kill you for somethin' that, mayne. Daaaaamn!" Shaking his head again, Purplebeard tucked his hand into his shirt.

"I just can't understand, how are you worth At Least 500,000,000, pyuu." Sighing, Sora stood up straight before allowing his gaze to fall upon the hopeless citizens. "Go into your homes, pyuu." The former warlord ordered, slurping up the air through his mouth. "Is that all off of robbing banks, pyuu?"

"Yes, it's all off of banks. Would you like me to take you on a tour of each bank I robbed in order too? Piss off!" Purplebeard responded, clearly the bulk of his response had been sarcasm. "See that y'all motherfuckin' problem. Y'all can't mind y'all motherfuckin' business. If you ain't a warlord, then you shouldn't be worried about me. Waaaaait..." Purplebeard said, holding his hand up to his chin, stroking his braided chin hair.

"You don't like me do you? Cause I don't swing that way, buddy!"

"What the... pyuu... are you mentally challenged, Purplebeard?"