One Piece: Lost in the Tutorial #53

As Shachi and Penguin sifted through Double Six's possessions, tossing aside anything they deemed worthless, Double Six knelt beside them, pleading for the preservation of one particular item. 

"Not Old Jenkins' keepsake piss bucket, you heartless bastards! Anything but Old Jenkins' keepsake piss bucket!" he begged desperately, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

Law, observing the process nearby, scoffed at Double Six's attachment. "Find the piss bucket and break it into pieces first!" he instructed.

Alarmed by Law's directive, Double Six sprang into action, reaching toward the junk pile. As he did, the piss bucket soared toward him. 

Watching it hover near his hand, Double Six shed a tear of sadness. "It's time for us to part ways, old friend... Go, be free!" he exclaimed, giving it a final push and sending the old piss bucket flying.

Everyone watched with a mix of amusement and exasperation as the piss bucket hurtled straight toward a group of approaching marines, specifically aiming for the face of their leader.

Much to Double Six's shock and horror, the marine leader, Captain Daigin, gripped the piss bucket coldly and crushed it with his hands. Double Six's eyes turned red at the sight.

"You... you broke Old Jenkins' keepsake! I'll kill you then I'll kill myself!" he exclaimed, lunging at the marines, only to be held down by Shachi and Penguin.

Daigin just looked at Double Six with disgust as he walked past him, fixing his gaze on Blake, who was watching everything proceed from atop the ship with a grin.

"I assume this... this lunatic is one of your people?" Daigin said, gesturing to Double Six, who was still struggling to free himself.

Blake grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Yes... unfortunately," he remarked.

Captain Daigin scoffed. "Why am I not surprised?" he grumbled to himself, taking a deep breath before sending a sharp glare in Blake's direction. "Time's up. You will take this lunatic and depart at once," he declared in a matter-of-fact tone.

Blake dismissively waved his hands. "We were about to leave anyway, no need to get your knickers in a twist," he said nonchalantly. "Everyone to the ship! Didn't you hear Captain Turd?" he instructed, eliciting chuckles from those present, including some of the marine soldiers.

Captain Daigin's expression twisted with fury at Blake's words. "You... what did you just call me?" he seethed, his voice laced with anger.

Blake regarded the marine captain with a bemused expression, as though he couldn't quite comprehend the source of Daigin's ire. "I called you Captain Daigin, for that is your name," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "Isn't it?" he added, feigning innocence with a tilt of his head.

Daigin's frustration boiled over as he clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "Enough! Take your people and begone from this island already!" he demanded through gritted teeth. "My patience runs thin," he added icily.

Ignoring the captain's outburst, Blake turned to Law, his gaze sweeping over Penguin and Shachi as they dragged the struggling Double Six onto the ship. "Are we ready to set sail, Law?" he inquired, a hint of excitement in his voice.

A smile tugged at Law's lips as he nodded in affirmation. "We are... but how do you want to depart?" he asked, glancing at the furled sails.

Blake's grin widened as he glanced back at Captain Daigin before returning his attention to Law. "How else? We unfurl the sails!" he declared with a chuckle. "Get to it, boys!" he instructed, a sense of excitement evident in his tone. 

Bepo sprang into action with a resounding declaration of "Aye, aye captain!" His hand darted to the pulley and rope binding the main sails, swiftly releasing them. Before the crew's eyes, the black sail unfurled, adorned with a striking emblem—a wolf's skull painted in white, encircled by a series of red circles.

The sight left everyone in awe, but none more so than Daigin, who erupted with fury. "You dare raise a pirate flag in front of a marine captain?!" he roared, unsheathing his sword in a swift motion. 

Employing the Soru technique, he vanished and reappeared on the ship's railing, directly in front of Shachi. With lethal intent, he swung his sword toward Shachi's neck, aiming to dispatch him in a single strike.

To Daigin's astonishment, Shachi evaded the attack with remarkable agility, ducking under the blade's path. With lightning reflexes, Shachi reached out and touched the marine captain's sword with his finger. In an instant, the sword liquefied into a vivid green substance, cascading off the hilt and onto the deck.

Before Daigin could process this bewildering turn of events, Sif lunged at him, poised to strike.

Sif swiped down with her powerful paw, slashing across Daigin's face and sending a spray of blood into the air. The force of the blow knocked the marine captain off balance, pushing him into the water with a loud splash. 

Standing on the ship's railing, Sif planted her front paws firmly, growling fiercely, her teeth bared for all to see as she glared down at the floundering captain.

Blake stood beside her, his hand gently patting her neck in a calming gesture. He wore a broad, confident smile. "I'll be seeing you later, Captain Turd!" he called out, his tone dripping with mockery. 

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away from the railing, heading back across the deck.

Captain Daigin, now half-submerged, clutched his left eye with one hand, blood seeping between his fingers. He said nothing, but the look in his uncovered eye was filled with seething hatred as he watched the ship sail further and further away, its black sail billowing in the wind.

...

Captain Daigin sat in his makeshift office, a dimly lit room inside a building seized from one of the island's gangs. The room was sparse, with only a wooden desk and a few chairs scattered about. Papers and maps lay strewn across the desk, but Daigin's attention was fixed on the wall ahead, his expression inscrutable.

His subordinates, stationed just outside the door, exchanged uneasy glances. They had urgent reports to deliver, but none dared to approach. The air was thick with tension, each man acutely aware of their captain's foul mood. 

The silence stretched on, oppressive and stifling, until it was abruptly broken by the sound of footsteps approaching.

A long-arm tribesman strode confidently into the office. He had an imposing presence, his elongated arms swinging slightly as he moved. Daigin's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening in anger at the unexpected intrusion.

"Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here unannounced?" Daigin's voice was low and dangerous. He rose from his chair, placing both hands on the desk as he leaned forward. "I don't know who you are, but I'll have you pay for your insolence."

The intruder remained unfazed by the captain's threatening demeanor. "Who I am does not matter.," he said calmly, his voice deep and resonant. "What matters is what I am, and that is a broker, working for Umit the Underworld Emperor."

Daigin's eyes flickered with recognition at the mention of Umit. He straightened slightly but remained wary. "What does someone from the underworld want with me?" he demanded.

The broker's lips curled into a knowing smile. "I've heard about your recent... encounter with a certain pirate named Blake. I'm here because I have something that might help you take your revenge."

Daigin's expression darkened further, a dangerous glint in his eye. "And why would I trust you? What could you possibly have that would interest me?"

The broker shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Much like you, I find this upstart to be an eyesore..." He said, trailing at the end of his sentence. "As for what I have, it's simply Blake's course, and reason enough to have your superiors act against him...

...

Aboard the ship, Blake and Law gathered the crew into the captain's quarters as they made some distance away from Spider Miles. Blake stood at the head of the table, a broad grin on his face as he surveyed his assembled crew.

"Listen up! We're now officially a pirate crew, and as such, it's only natural for us to start acting accordingly," Blake declared, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He spread his arms wide, his grin widening. "And how do pirates act, you might ask? They rob people, and we already have a target in mind..."

Penguin, standing near the back, scratched his head sheepishly. "Do we really need to rob people? We have enough money..." he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Blake smiled at him, shaking his head. "We won't be robbing money, Penguin. We're after something far more valuable—important tools that will help us navigate the Grand Line. And what's more, we won't be robbing just anybody," he paused for effect, "but a bona fide marine vice admiral with a ship and enough men to occupy a town."