The salty air, thick with the aroma of grilled fish and cheap sake, vibrated with the boisterous energy of the Whitebeard Pirates. The setting sun cast long, dancing shadows across the deck of the Moby Dick, painting the raucous scene in hues of fiery orange and soft lavender.
At the heart of the commotion stood Marshall D. Teach, a hulking figure whose booming laughter seemed to shake the very timbers of the ship. He twirled a magnificent Magnum Research BFR revolver on his thick finger, the polished steel glinting in the fading light.
"Zehahaha! Feast your eyes, lads!" Teach bellowed, presenting his prized possession to the eager faces gathered around him. Admiration and envy mingled in their gazes as they took in the sheer size and custom detailing of the weapon.
"Blast, Teach — that thing's a beast!" exclaimed Fosha, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
"Where in the seven seas did you get your mitts on that?" Speed Jiru chimed in, craning his neck for a better look.
Teach's chest swelled with pride as he pointed a meaty finger toward a figure seated at a nearby table, nursing a drink with an air of profound weariness. It was Lupin, his usually sharp eyes clouded with exhaustion.
"From my magnificent brother Lupin here, of course!" Teach roared, his voice thick with boisterous affection as he clapped a heavy arm around Lupin's shoulders, nearly sending the smaller man sprawling. "Finest damn brother a pirate could ever ask for!"
A wave of cheers erupted from the assembled crew, their appreciation for Teach's new toy seemingly extending to the quiet craftsman who had provided it. Lupin, however, offered only a tired, almost pained glare at his larger-than-life sibling.
"It was supposed to be a discreet gesture, you oaf…" Lupin muttered, his voice barely audible above the din.
But amidst the general admiration, one gaze stood out in its intensity. Izo, his usually composed features sharpened with a predatory focus, stared at the BFR in Teach's hand. The revolver caught the last rays of the sun, reflecting them back in a dangerous gleam that mirrored the look in Izo's eyes.
"Oi, Lupin," Izo called out, his voice cutting through the surrounding noise with unnerving calm. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze unwavering. "I want two. Identical to that one. Dual revolvers. You're capable of making more, aren't you?"
A chill snaked down Lupin's spine. His blood ran cold at the implications of Izo wielding such weapons.
"Wait, hold on! No, no, no — absolutely not. Don't even think about starting this!" he protested, his voice rising in alarm.
The other division commanders, oblivious to Lupin's growing dread, roared with laughter, slapping Izo on the back in encouragement. Lupin sank back in his chair, a sigh escaping his lips.
"This is all your fault, Teach," he grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Showing off like that. You've brought this chaos upon yourself."
Teach, predictably, remained blissfully unaware of his brother's distress, too consumed by the attention he was receiving.
"Zehahaha! Can't help it if I'm just this popular, brother!" he boomed, puffing out his chest.
And so, as the revelry continued late into the night, fueled by endless rounds of drinks and tall tales, Lupin quietly slipped away. Under the cloak of darkness, he vanished into the labyrinthine depths of the ship's storage hold, a place where tools and raw materials lay waiting. He intended to deal with this burgeoning nonsense in the only way he knew how — with a touch of mischievous artistry.
Within the dimly lit confines of the storage hold, surrounded by barrels of rum and stacks of spare sails, Lupin focused his mental energy. The familiar, ethereal glow of the Wanted Poster Edit System materialized before his eyes.
[Create New Wanted Poster — Cost: 1 Creation Point]
With a mental nod, Lupin confirmed the action.
Confirm.
A stark, blank wanted poster shimmered into existence, awaiting his creative touch. A wry smile played on Lupin's lips as his fingers danced through the invisible interface.
Now for the edits:
Name: Marshall D. Teach
Bounty: 50 Berrie — [Use 10 Edit Points]
He chuckled softly. A paltry sum for such a boisterous figure.
Occupation: Whitebeard Pirates' Pet — [Use 10 Edit Points]
This addition brought a surge of wicked satisfaction. He could already imagine the bewildered and infuriated expression on Teach's face.
Image: Teach crying like a baby, snot pouring from his nose, taken on a drunken night when he clung to Lupin and sobbed about brotherhood — [Use 10 Edit Points]
A vivid image flashed in Lupin's mind — a truly embarrassing moment he had unfortunately witnessed. Perfect. Utterly humiliating.
Criminal Record: Crime: 'Being Ugly' — [Use 10 Edit Points]
Lupin grinned darkly. Sometimes, the simplest insults were the most effective.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself, a surge of dark glee bubbling within him.
Confirm Changes?
Yes.
With a soft flash of light, the altered wanted poster materialized in Lupin's hands. He held it up, his eyes scanning the fruits of his labor with immense satisfaction. There it was: a picture of a blubbering, tear-streaked Teach, complete with glistening trails of snot, prominently displayed above the ridiculously low bounty of 50 Berrie. Below the unflattering image, the occupation read Whitebeard Pirates' Pet, and the final touch — the absurd Crime: Being Ugly.
"Oh, you are going to absolutely loathe this," Lupin whispered with a wicked grin, carefully rolling up the poster and tucking it securely inside his coat.
His mind raced, already plotting the strategic placement of these embarrassing documents. A few in the bustling galley for maximum morning exposure. One strategically placed in the crow's nest for the early watch to discover. Perhaps one plastered directly onto the bathroom door for peak comedic effect. And, of course, a prime spot right outside Teach's own bunk. The possibilities were deliciously endless.
He was still savoring the anticipation of the chaos he was about to unleash when a sudden shadow fell over him, plunging his corner of the storage hold into deeper darkness.
"You got those matching revolvers finished yet?" came Izo's voice, startling Lupin so violently he nearly dropped his precious cargo of humiliation.
"Holy hell! Izo, will you stop sneaking up on people like that?!" Lupin exclaimed, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Not until I have them," Izo replied, his voice devoid of humor, his gaze intense even in the dim light.
Lupin groaned, running a weary hand over his face. "See what you've done, Teach? You're a damn menace to my peace of mind."
Somewhere above deck, amidst the lingering echoes of drunken laughter, Teach's booming voice could still be heard, oblivious to the trouble he had indirectly caused.
"Zehahaha! That's the price of unparalleled charisma, little brother!"
Lupin's eye twitched involuntarily. "Someday," he muttered under his breath, a hint of dark promise in his tone, "someday you'll learn exactly what that feels like."