Serious: Stranger Danger [Closed]

The raft floated, its occupant not to be seen. Its only sail flapped wildly in the wind. It was carried by the surging waves until it hit the hull of an almighty ship named the Floating Skyshark. The raft barely caused a sound, the ship was so massive. The pirates aboard the ship had seen the empty raft miles away as it floated in towards the boat. So when it bumped, no one went to see. If they had, however they would have seen a shadow move from beneath the raft and swim around to the anchor. If they had then tilted their heads slightly, they would have a seen a suited figure make his way up the enormous rusted anchor and over the rail. Now at this point the viewer may have wanted to close their eyes as Daniel crept up behind a crewman twisted his neck in a quick motion. However, the viewer would have wanted to open their eyes as a sword was shoved into their hands and they were ordered to seize that very man.

"Step back!" shouted Daniel at the top of his lungs. Flintlock in his hand was pointed at the fat, balding man that stood next to him. The obvious captain of the vessel only laughed.
"There's more where he came from!" he shouted back before pulling out his own gun and shooting the man from his far distance before Dan could. The balding man fell to his knees, blood dripping from his torso onto the wooden floor. Then he flopped down onto the floor, face down in a pool of his own blood.
"Now what're you gonna do?" the captain taunted.
"Kill you," said Dan with a grin before raising the barrel and firing.

Stranger Danger

Daniel sailed away from the ship in more or less one piece. He couldn't say the same for the ship he just left though. Bodies were strewn all over what was left of the deck, holes were seen all over the ship and a fire had started near the bow. For some strange reason all the lifeboats were dropped before any of the crew that still survived could get aboard. He laughed at his own work as he sailed away in one of the commandeered rowboats with a liter of grog, a pack salty biscuits and a box of matches.
It should last him until lunch.

He sailed on for a few more hours before pulling out the wet map in his pocket. He pulled it out and gave it a once over before looking around at his surroundings again. Apparently he was supposed to be on an island. From the sea that surrounded him it didn't look like he was on an Island. He grumbled something that sounded like "Bloody map makers".
He fell back against the side of the boat and let his left arm hang over the side with his fingers trailing in the water. His other hand slid the cigarette into his mouth. After a while of letting his head lie back, he lifted it to survey his surroundings. He was a few meters from a beach. That didn't happen every day.

He swung around until he could hold each oar. He handled the boat with ease, hardly even breaking a sweat as the boat rolled across the waves and beached itself on the shore. Dan stood and hopped over, landing in ankle high water. He splashed around to the front of the ship and started to tug at the bow of the boat. Soon he was pulling the boat across the golden sands of the beach until he was happy it was out of the tide's grasp. His wet, black shoes picked up sand as he walked around the boat once more to pick up his pack of wet cigarettes and a half empty tankard of grog.

Surveying the beach, he found a path that lead through a small strip of shrubbery to a village. The village commanded the horizon with its superstructure, an ancient tower that leaned to the right slightly. It seemed to be made of seastone but Dan couldn't see from that distance.
He took a swig of grog before continuing on his walk up to the village.

David was staying at the edge of the village. Apparently, he was there for many days. After the last mission that he had with Stan, he got lost from him. Apparently, he did not know how to contact him. He did not have any ways to reach him. As a result, he decided to wait in the village, hoping that one day he would appear while in the meantime he would train himself to become stronger than before. The bounty hunter wanted to increase his strength levels. Ever since that battle in the underground city, the bounty hunter wanted to focus more and more to increase his strength. In his last mission with Stan, as Nick was gone, he managed to demonstrate a few new techniques but he knew that he could do even more. And that place was the perfect place to train.

David was meditating. The Bounty Hunter knew that with meditation, he could probably get to increase the effect of his fighting style. He wanted to improve his Life Return so that it would be easier to use his techniques. His Hair Punch, his signature technique was a very easy technique to use but David would be much happier if he used it even more easily. And while the man was concentrating, he listened to the steps of a man that was approaching the place...

Who was the man?

Dan threw the empty grog tankard to the ground. It shattered on impact.
He lit a cigarette and slipped it between his teeth. At least this one wasn't wet.
His footsteps started to become louder as he walked onto an old cobblestone path. His wet shoes leaving a trail behind him.

Reaching the gates of the town , he was stopped by a guard.
"Where do you come from!" shouted the guard after grabbing his spear. It was more of an exclamation than a question.
"My boat was washed ashore," stated Dan blandly, gesturing to his wet clothing.
"And what exactly are your intentions?" scowled the guard as he gave Dan a once over.
"To discover the cure for Devil fruits," said Dan, rubbing his forehead.
"You ain't gonna find it here!" shouted the guard, raising his spear.
"I was being sarcastic."
"Huh?"
The dull look he got from the guard told him everything.
Public education in East Blue was definitely getting worse.
"I promise not do harm to your city, mister guard. I will uphold all the laws as if I was a member of this community," his monotone was boring and stated out of the corner of his mouth while a cigarette dangled from the other corner. His left hand was stuck in his pocket as he talked to the imbecile in front of him.
The guard planted the spear's butt into the ground firmly.
"Then you may pass, but I'll have my eye on you!"
He gestured with a thumb over his shoulder to the gate, almost knocking his small, silver helmet off.
Dan walked past the scantily armored guard and pushed open the old, waist high gate to enter the bustling sea village of Pizovenicé.