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
One Piece: Treasure Cruise The Problem
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Typically, the only people who visited the junkyard were carpenters and engineers in search of parts that could be salvaged and those who like to make treasure out of other men's junk.
CJ was somewhere in-between the two. He never took anything from the junkyard because none of these things belonged to anyone. Taking them would never make him feel okay. It was seeing the junk, appraising it, and identifying with it that made him feel better than normal.
As it were, his body consisted of junk. Outdated parts that no longer fit his age bracket, even. As it were, he felt like junk, like a barely useful tool. So, the junkyard was kin. And it was quiet. And it was towering, so he never felt bigger than truly was. And it had certain secret places where two people could have loud and angry sex and still never be found.
It was a maze. The perfect place to get lost in.
And CJ did just that. He arrived, entered the maze from one of its many entrances, and got lost. Walked until he found one of those secret places. Then, he explored the small space that, in the moment, was all his. So perhaps there was some sense in which he was stealing ...
He shrugged.
He picked up a gear. "You are a ..." He paused to think up a fitting name. "A year 515 Boa Gear, formerly employed to help work the sails of ..." Another pause. "A Smiths-Crowe Tuna. Mhm! You were a beauty in your time, too, top class engineering—provided the most accurate steering that money could buy."
He had no idea what he was talking about. But some of what he said had to be right. The gear had to be valuable at some point, right?
He shrugged. There was more to search for.tags:Reddred Dragon notes: i posted this section too late
[attr="class","lost1"]Freedom is Freedom it means whatever you want it to
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[attr="class","mouths1"]Making it back to his hometown on a routine stop Red decided to go through his old haunts to see what he could find. He took mostly everything of value from his usually spots, or rather everything that he had the skill to make valuable. There very well could be parts that his inexperienced eyes think are junk that really are just beyond his scope of understanding. As he had grown in skill since his leaving his hometown he figured why not have a look around again just to see if there were pieces he left behind that he shouldn't have.
Red was in the junkyard sifting through the junk looking for something that could be re-purposed into something useful for him and the Vagabonds. He was not having very much luck and he was starting to get pissed off that this whole junkyard was filled with junk, like what were the chances of that. He had started picking objects up examining them and tossing them back to the pile.
Soon he even stopped doing that just started walking through the piles hoping that something would call out to him. He was walking through a small space between the piles when he heard a voice. Walking toward it Red would lean up against a pile and watch the small boy interact with the gear. He laughed at the boys assumption of what the gear was as a shipwright and carpenter he knew exactly what it was used for and actually had several in his tool belt and if the boy did not claim it he would. "That is actually a simple gear too small for use on a ship but would work great for making something like a trebuchet or a repeating catapult, if you do not need it I will take it off your hands first bit of useful anything I have seen in this junk all day".
There was one other group of people who frequented the junkyard. These people were much like him; scum, filth, criminal. Not that he held any personal grudges against them, but it was a rule of his to keep them at an arm's length.
They were pirates, the rouges of the world; followers of passions that were pursued without boundary. They were outside of the jurisdiction of the World Government, yet rebels against the revolutionaries, too. Anacharist, essentially, who could never be gauged by common associations. Just like Boss, and just like CJ. Which was the reason that he tried to avoid whenever possible.
Of course, the guy may have been a carpenter, or an engineer, but CJ chose to believe that he was pirate by the feeling that he got from him. Which he couldn't explain. Perhaps it had to do with his Haki, but he wasn't sure if it worked that way or not.
“Of all the places,” he whispered to himself — there were so many other places for his company to stumble, and he chose the little dead end where a little thief looking for fun was finding little interest in his ritual.
CJ twirled on his heels, full of energy and vigor, beaming rays of interest towards the dark-skin fellow. His bright clothing would accentuate the expression — lime green pants and like-colored shoes, laced white, paired with a chalk-blue hoodie and and white undershirt — a completely natural, unsmiling expression that allowed his piercing gaze to say everything that needed to be said (that CJ was open to the boy's company, which was a lie, but was too shy to say so), which would have been hampered by a forced smile.
All of this was crowned by his golden locks, which was the height of his current fakery. Because beautiful people were sometimes treated with less contempt, he always tried to dress in a way that would make people want to see his face, and from his face to his hair, and from his hair to his overall air, which at the moment was meant to portray an uncertain confidence. Because his eyes could never show it, he wanted to let the boy know that he embarrassed him in the least challenging way possible.
Once he completed the attempt, it was only then that he grinned, knowing that if he waited too long, his eyes would probably creep the boy out.
Yes, he was still heavily insecure, despite the confidence of his actions, and he hoped that could help him.
“Yeah, well.” He shrugged, his eyes drifting downward just slightly. ”I really don't know what any of this stuff is. I just come here to be silly. My friends would probably kill me if I ever tried to use any of these. We's lose our boat in an instant.”
Two things immediately snagged CJ's attention. One, he hates how tall this guy was. He was like double what CJ would be ever, unless he chose the most ridiculous parts to prop up his height. I made the boy look really powerful, and made CJ feel impotent.
But he stepped toward the boy, anyway.
He held the gear out, looking at it, instead of at the boy. “I'm glad I could help. But uh ...” Cloaked in the boys' shadow, he pointed downward at his feet, trailed the length of his body, and stopped where his own head met the boy's pelvis, practically. “Where in the name of reason do you come from?”
The inanimacy of his gaze betrayed his facetiousness, making him look, at least upon first glance, as if he were completely confused and severely solemn.
This was one of the things that often troubled CJ too, how unaware of his expression he was whenever he was being genuine. He had no idea how he looked, and so kept face, forgetting that he wasn't necessarily fully human.tags: Reddred Dragon notes:: Blame any typos on phone-posting + laziness
[attr="class","lost1"]Freedom is Freedom it means whatever you want it to
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[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]Red barely looked at the tiny little boy intent on keeping his eyes on what he had already decided was his gear. He did however listen to the boys muttering as he wanted to know if he would have to fight to claim what he wanted which he had no qualms doing of course a little bit of him would even prefer it. Red took the mention of friends as a thin threat as if the boy was saying he was not alone so he had better not try anything. This was mainly due to the fact that Red was only half listening and not paying attention to the boys mannerisms as he was still focused on what he felt was his. This was a part of his dragon physiology he became quite territorial over things he valued as treasure, this of course extended to his friends who were becoming more like family to him each passing day.
At the mention of friends Red smiled in an encouraging way which would most likely confuse the boy as it in no way made sense for the way the statement was meant, however, had the boy actually been threatening him it would have been seen as a challenge. The next thing he heard was the boy hesitating after saying he was glad he could help which Red took as confirmation that the boy wanted to do this the hard way. Red began to rumble in a way that only an angry and very large beast could do. The kind of growling that came before a deafening roar. Then the boy asked where he had come from and Red deflated almost at once and began to laugh. "I am sorry I was not really paying attention to what was going on and thought that you were attempting to threaten me I was about to literally bite out your throat" Red laughed again in a way that sounded a lot like a roar but a happy roar.
"I am actually from here if that is what you mean, like this is my hometown junkyard I have spent more time in these piles of junk then I have anywhere else. If you meant that more literally I came from over there". Red pointed to the last junk pile he had been at. As the boy crossed the little bit of space that was between them Red took this chance and grabbed the gear placing in his tool belt with the other gears. The boy smelled of machines of old machines not unlike the junk around here though of course without the I live in a junkyard smell. In fact most probably would not have smelt it on the boy but since becoming a dragon Red's senses were sharp. "Are you some kind of mechanic or something you smell of old machinery".
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Carnegie J. Mutton, that took longer than expected lol
