Prelude to Kingship

Dawn of a Journey
The ship stopped at a safe port of the island. The vessel bore the jolly roger of the Xros Pirates. It was clearly affiliated in some way. As it crept up to the wooden platform, a man of unkempt black hair swung around the upper deck of the ship and landed on the lower deck. He appeared to have been looking for something and once he found them he stood next to the lawnchair the person occupied.

Sunday. That was what the day of the week was. It was early in the day, evident by sun that shined bright in the sky. It's 1:00 pm rays illuminated the lands, the sea, and the boat with its heat rays. Hell, it had been quite a while since the world was able to enjoy such a stable day. Then again, the location was in Paradise, the weather patterns weren't exactly known for being the roughest.

The black-haired man kicked the lawnchair's foot, "Hey, get up." Said the man to the person lying with their face hidden by a giant hat that acted as some sort of shield against the rays of the sun. "It isn't even that hot, you know. What're you, some kind of little lady or something?"

Slowly dragging the hat from the upper portion of his face a man revealed himself by only showing his forehead. His eyes were closed and he said nothing in response to the opposing man's question. He just let the sun sink into his body as though he sought to achieve a tan, but with his already naturally dark skin ton, he didn't need to do that. For him, it was about letting the moment sit in and marinate as what was to follow would be the story about his legacy. The dream of every man and woman who sought out the life of piracy.

"We're here, asshole." The man shouted once more. He was Moses—a member of the Xros Pirates. Though he didn't seem like that much of a threat from this current exchange, this man held a bounty of 318,000,000 on his head. But what one could see was the look of annoyance scribbled all over the wanted pirate's face. "Hey, hey, Kuzma." Said Moses again, waiting for a response.

Even so, Kuzma remained laid across the lawn chair for just a few more seconds. Again, it was the moment that he was trying to absorb and let sink. Many thoughts ran through his head and none of them gave him an expression. Underneath his hat was a blank face almost as if he were meditating om attempts to reach the higher plane. But only the "Mad Monk" truly knew how to reach that domain and it was far from anything Kuzma had been attempting.

"Shut the hell up, Moses," the one named Kuzma said, gripping the top of the hat to keep it pressed tightly to his face. Lifting himself up from the chair, he continued to hold his hat up to his face. "My own adventure unfolds on this day, Moses. That means you become my enemy, don't become my first kill though." He ended, removing the hat from his face and revealing his complete appearance.

Kuzma stood at six feet and eight inches a somewhat stocky fellow. He was brown and muscular with its tones being seen through his shirt. His physical appearance itself was unique in that he possessed thin eyes with dark outlining. His left eye was black while his right was white. Kuzma's hair was spiky on the left side with one big bang over his forehead. The right side of his head was cut short to accommodate the giant X-shaped scar on that side which spanned from the right side of his head to the right side of his face and over his eye. Finally, his hair was tied into a small ponytail with a black band and rested around his neck and over his chest.

He wore a large fur captain's coat over his white long-sleeved chest exposing collar shirt. The coat was black in color and was made from the fur one of the most exotic of creatures, supposedly. His pants were black in color, coming to around his ankles like a pair of tailored slacks and black loafers. The Xros Pirates had been suffering from financial issues and it was possible that some of that came from the expenses of Kuzma's outfit.

Moses lifted his eye, "I brought you all the way to the first half of the Grandline and you're still going to be a bad-mouthed brat. Shiguma should have left you where he found you. I should've just said no and ignored you." He suggested, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh yeah?" Kuzma asked, "Then you'd have died. I would've told Shiguma that you were the one taking his money. That would get you a one-way ticket to the afterlife." That was true, Shiguma may have been a liar but, when it came to his money, he didn't play one bit about it.

Gritting his teeth, the black-haired pirate folded his arms across his chest. Even Moses knew it'd be foolish to let Kuzma relay a lie like that back, Shiguma loved his money even if he spent it stupidly. And what made matters worse, if it came from the lips of Kuzma, he'd believe it. "Why Elisium Island? And why're you gettin' dropped off? Should've just taken one of the Xes if you were gonna' be trying to start your own journey."

"No dumb ass, I'm cutting ties from the crew complete. Ain't taking any more handouts from that old man. And this island holds a Marine base and is known to have some skilled ." Kuzma turned his neck left and right to crack it. "I'm gonna get a ship from here, I'll be perfectly fine."

Squinting his eyes, Moses looked to Kuzma with an expression of surprise. "YOU!" He shouted, "You're the one who's been taking the captain's money."

Kuzma met Moses's words with his own expression of confusion. "What no," he said, tucking his head before pulling the strings of the hat over his chest and dropping it to his back where it hung there. "I don't have money for a ship, Marine and civilian territory.. I'm a pirate, I'll make them make me one." Exclaimed Kuzma as he stood proud before leaping from the deck of the ship to the island's bay.

At the moment that Kuzma dropped the hat to his back and leaped from the ship, an image of Shiguma flashed as Kuzma had given him a bit of a nostalgic feeling. "Well, damn... The way he talks he gives me flopping vibes. I don't know if he's evil or good." Turning around with a warm smile, Moses continued on. "I guess his story will tell us."