One Piece: Treasure Cruise is an Alternate Universe (AU) site where the straw hats and all the other famous pirates of the animanga do not exist.
The Time frame for the site is around the same time frame of the Animanga so the technology and such are on par with what is seen in the show though some advances can be made within reason of course.
There should be no mention of cannon characters as none of them exist and although there may be certain things that are similar to the animanga as this site is based off of it, the animanga is not considered cannon on this site.
Plot
Seventy years ago the three way war going on within the sky was still happening with high casualties on all sides. Because of this a truce was initiated. Each island would have its own independence away from rule of the other islands. The truce would hold so long as they stayed on their respective island and did not venture off into the territory of the other islands. Although there have been news about multiple Birkans, Shandians, or Skypieans dying while on one of the other islands the open, all-out fighting has stopped and a lot of the killing has been toned down. However, this has not stopped many sky islanders from leaving their home in search of a peaceful life down in the Blue Oceans not knowing that they were going from one multiple century long war to another.
Around sixty years ago the revolutionaries had a secret base within East Blue on Colors Island. The secret base there was becoming so successful due to the fact that none would suspect any trouble out of the weakest ocean in the world, so much so that they would be surprised to run into high ranking officials of the revolution there. This went on for about ten years until the World Government finally got wind of the location of the hideout. The fight was brought to the base and the leader of the revolution at the time stayed behind to fight off the attack giving his people time to escape. Due to the public execution of the leader of the revolution having hurt the recruiting process for a few years it was then that the revolution decided to work through a system of council so that there would never again be just one leader of the revolution but five one for each blue and one for the Grand Line as a whole. Forty years ago people began to move back to colors island and multiple towns and villages have sprang up there each named after a specific color.
In the present time the fighting has become less open warfare and more vying for islands and power. However fighting between the revolution and the World Government still persist because of this the World Government has increased taxes. This has caused unrest in many of the civilians and has bolstered the ranks of the revolution. However in a move that no one saw coming there have been several individuals who feel as if the revolution is just as bad as the World Government and have gone to sea on their own to live by their own code and to enjoy their freedom. These pirates have sparked the Golden Pirate Era which has also sparked an increase in bounty hunters which is a fine way to earn a living and pay those raised taxes without joining the marines revolutionaries or the pirates.
Combat Based RPG
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The sea breeze blew in across the sandy beach. The tides were calm; the waves were gently pushing in and pulling out with no roughness to them. High above in the clear blue skies seagulls cawed as they flew off down the coast. And standing in the sand was Karine clad in her blue Captain’s jacket and a toothpick between her lips.
She strolled down along the beach, not looking towards the sea but instead towards the land. Her eyes scanned the horizon, searching. It was then her eyes glanced in the direction of a cliff overlooking the beach and her lips pulled back to reveal a toothy, shark-like grin. Strolling up in front of it, she gave the rocky wall a good look up and down - as though she were sizing it up. Then, she stepped up to the wall.
One bare foot slid backwards in the sand behind her. The other remained planted in front. One arm was pulled back in by her side. The other was stretched out in front of her; her palm faced the wall. Her brows furrowed as she clenched her fist tighter. She spat her toothpick into the sand. She took a deep breath.
“SENMAIGAWARA SEIKEN!”
The rock wall shook from the impact of her fist. Rocks were dislodged by the force and kicked up dust. The thud of the rocks was softened by the sand beneath Karine’s feet. The dust slowly began to settle down as the Fishwoman cast her gaze upwards, frowning at her own handiwork. The rocky cliff overlooking the beach looked no worse for wear. A few rocks were knocked loose, but otherwise there was no sign of battle damage. Yet as Karine glanced down at her own fist, she could see where the knuckles had been bruised by the force of her own punch. A sigh escaped her.
“That wouldn’t have even broken 500 tiles!” she remarked aloud, growling. She shook her webbed hand as she glanced back at the wall. It seemed to mock her with how it stood undaunted in the face of her own strength.
Taking a break from punching walls, Karine decided to focus her attention instead on some of the boulders resting along the shoreline. A common sight on any coast, but not a sight Karine would leave undisturbed. Approaching one such boulder, she inspected it closely, patting it with her hands. The stone was easily half her (admittedly short) size. Karine stared at it closely before giving it a nod of her head.
Reaching under the stone with both of her hands, she gripped the underside in her webbed palms. Bending her knees, the Fishwoman let out a grunt as she pulled the boulder up from the ground. Trails of sand poured down off of the stone as she began to lift, straining the muscles in her arms. Her feet pressed down into the sand as she took the weight in her knees and began to lift the stone higher and higher until eventually, she pushed her arms upwards, lifting the stone over her own head.
Karine grit her sharpened teeth as she now let the rock settled down upon her shoulders, resting where she could keep it held above her head. She took a moment to find the right balance, making sure the rock would not fall. She steadied the stone and took a moment to breathe in. After taking a deep breath, she slowly began to exhale. Then, she moved.
Her knees began to drop down - but not falter - as she lowered her whole body. The weight of the rock seemed to almost double as she bent down - her knees straining to keep her body and the stone up. But nevertheless, her knees bent as far as they could while she kept the rock held up before suddenly she began to push herself again, lifting the stone up above her head once more. Her legs now began to feel a soreness in them, but Karine only gave so much as a grunt in acknowledgment. There was strain, but her body remained strong.
Karine wasn’t sure how much time was passing as she continued to repeat her squats with the stone above her head. Sweat dripped from her body as she continued to repeat the motions; lift, hold, squat, hold, repeat. Her muscles were tense as she continued to repeat her exercise, her teeth grinding against one another as she forced herself to not relent.
“Nine hundred… Ninety-eight…”
Her whole body shook with tension as she took another breath. She slowly lowered herself back down, her knees bending again under the weight of the stone above her head. She remained stationary for a moment as she allowed her legs time to adjust to the pressure once more before she began to strain her calves again, pushing back up. Her biceps stretched out as she lifted the stone high again while her legs straightened themselves up.
“Nine hundred… Ninety-nine…”
Her whole body felt stiff. It was like the gears of her joints were blocked up. But she forced herself through it anyway as her knees bent again. Slowly, she lowered herself down into a kneeling position with the rock resting above her head in her hands. She could feel the bead of sweat trickling down her brow. She remained still, breathing in and out for a few moments. But then, her biceps and calves bulged as she forced herself back up. Her body was shaking as she mustered every last ounce of strength. But nevertheless, she forced herself to stand - the stone sitting in her palms above her head.
“One thousand!”
The stone dropped first, slamming down into the ground before her and kicking up the sand. Then, Karine dropped herself onto her side to avoid landing on her dorsal fin. She took a much-needed deep breath as her arms and legs remained still. The adrenaline vanished, replaced with a soreness that seemed to come all at once. It stung all over, but Karine grinned from ear to ear.
An hour passed before Karine even thought of getting back up. Nevertheless, she firmly planted her webbed palms in the sand and pushed herself up. Trails of gold streamed off of her before she shook her head, dispersing most of it. Bringing up her knees, she planted her feet firmly down and forced herself to stand back up. Letting out a sigh, she glanced down at her hands. She looked pensive, staring down at the palms before she clenched them both into fists.
She stepped away from the rocks by the shore and found a relatively smooth, flat section of the beach where the sand was clumped together by the waves. The water pushed itself up the shore, splashing past her ankles before receding. Karine watched it for a moment before nodding to herself and staring out towards the sea. She could see the sun above the horizon.
She planted both feet down - one where she stood, while the other was planted in front - as though she’d taken a step forwards. One arm pulled itself back by her waist, her elbow tucked into her side while the other hand stretched out towards the sea. Then, when she was ready, her fist flew forwards. Like a cannon, it shot out, stopping only when her arm was finished extending. Like a machine it almost immediately withdrew - it’s recession giving power to her other hand as it snapped forwards in a follow-up punch.
Her movements were fluid and precise. Each punch followed into the next one with no delay. As if to test her lungs as much as she tested her body, she screamed out a loud “Ha!” with every punch. Her only target was the air, but strength didn’t matter at this point. With every punch, she found herself correcting herself and fixing her mistakes with the next. She built up a rhythm as she refined her striking, manually correcting every tiny flaw in her form. In her mind she conjured the image of her own grandmother - her teacher - and applied what she knew to her own body.
With every punch, she refined that mental image and adjusted her body’s form. Tirelessly, she continued to strike out in front of her with punch after punch. Her eyes remained focused forwards as she continued to practice her form without relent. She didn’t even need to count this time - she was content to punch the air as many times as it took to refine her technique.
As it so happened, “refining her technique” was not a thing Karine was willing to half-ass. Even as the seagulls lapped the island’s coast, she didn’t stop. Even as the tides began to change, she didn’t stop. Even as the skies turned red and the sun began to drop down, she didn’t stop. Hours passed as she did nothing but punch and punch and punch, practicing her technique without end. Karine remained focused forwards at all times, continuing to cry out “Ha!” even as her voice went hoarse because she needed to not simply have good form, but perfect form.
The waves crashed against her calves, but she remained rooted in place as she continued to strike out with each fist. Her throat felt sore from screaming, but she never stopped for even a moment. She continued to punch and punch and punch until suddenly, she stopped with her fist outstretched. She remained frozen in place for a moment. Then, she slowly drew her fist back as she returned to a standing position. She glanced down at her hand and watched as she clenched and unclenched it. She nodded to herself.
Turning around - keeping the sun to her back - she glanced up at the rock wall of the cliff that overlooked the beach. Her lips were set in a frown as she looked over where she’d struck earlier. Nothing to show but a few rocks chipped away from the wall. Karine stepped towards it intently, clasping her webbed hand into a fist.
Once more, she assume her proper fighting stance. Drawing her arm back, she inspected the wall closely, furrowing her brow. Her palm outstretched, she drew a slow breath. Her entire body was still as she focused once more on the mental image she had formed during her training. Every little movement and twitch of her body. She focused on that form. And then, she followed through.
“SENMAIGAWARA SEIKEN!”
Her fist shot forwards like a cannon. It struck the wall with no small amount of force, instantly pulverizing the stone. Like a shockwave cracks opened up in the cliff wall as stone was dislodged and fell all around her. Karine remained still, letting the rocks fall. None of them even came close to hitting her. When the debris was finished collapsing, Karine withdrew her fist and stepped back to inspect her handiwork. A crater about five feet in diameter was left carved into the cliff wall by the sheer force of her fist hitting the stone. Looking down at her hand, Karine could see the bruises on her knuckles, but this time she gave a grin.
