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South Blue
Briss Kingdom

Leaving his Captain Arctic in at the horse tracks BIB walked into town sulking, he hated when his captain started gambling cause he knew he would be lost there till he lost all of their money. He was a great friend but also a pain. Walking into town people gazed at him like always just cause he was a grizzly bear wearing a straight jacket. Was it really that strange in a world with devil fruits? BIB felt his stomach rumble and could smell some fresh fish in a close by tavern. Wondering in he saw the cooked salmon on the table and raised his head so his eyes were just above the surface. BIB's mouth started watering and his tongue hung from his mouth.

His tummy rumbled again and he raised up higher letting his tongue slither from his mouth towards the fish he really wanted. As his mouth got closer he tired biting down on the fish so he could pull it from the plate and into his drooling mouth.

Looking out over the other gamblers Arctic grinned. He loved the races, the thrill of winning or losing and the thought that he could be walking out of here with a fistful of beli and a few beli more stuffed into his pockets. Stretching across his face Arctic was smiling. He watched as the horses lined up and the gates flew open. Seconds later his horse burst out of the gates like lead from a rifle. The jockey on top struggled to stay on while Arctic watched with anticipation. He could barely be heard cheering on his horse among the crowds of people.

{Near the Village}

A tall man lay on a big mountain, he watched down towards the busy village, he seemed to be wearing some kind of cloak. A hood covered his face.

"Hehe a peaceful day, eh?"

[Introducing Fisher Take]

The wind blew across Fisher's hood, he held it to stop it from falling, taking one last look at the village, he began to slide down the mountain.

"Wooohoo~" he yelled as he began to approach the village at high speed.

Suddenly, at the end of the mountain there was some kind of ramp, Fisher went off this and into the air. If he fell from this distance, he cold die..

Watching the horses dashing Arctic grew more excited watching as his horse began losing the distance he'd created when the race begun. He clenched his fists on his ticket tightly. It was all exciting and annoying watching his life savings either increase or decrease from the simple few hoof prints.

As BIB tried to pull the meat to his mouth he felt pain in his tongue and alarm bells shot into the air.

"Yeowch!"

BIB shouted leaping up clutching his tongue gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The person whose meat it was had slammed his fist down into BIB's tongue.

As BIB leapt up in agony screaming holding his tongue the people who turned to see him were shocked at the sight and even exclaimed.

"WHA-- A TALKING BEAR?!"

"Agh!~" Fisher yelled as he fell towards the ground.

He began to wish that he had the ability to fly, suddenly a cart full of hay appeared, he fell right into it. Every one who was nearby was very suprised so they came to investigate, most of them were equipped with shovels.

"Ouch! Gotta think of another way for a grand entrance.." he mutterd to himself as he rubbed his head.

Watching his horse finish first by a long shot Arctic smiled, he hadn't expected it but as it had passed by the finish line first it made him smile and his eyes became beli signs. It was time to reap his money. Turning from the stands and heading to collect his money he watched the other people in the crowd moan and express anger or annoyance. As he collected his money and flicked through it his heart felt full and he noticed the next race.

Looking at the horses and feeling his heart racing at the sheer thought of how much money he could make off of this race if he bet on the underdog within seconds he was already handing more money in followed by the words.

"All on Slevin in the next race." His money was taken and he snatched up his ticket for the race and took his place in the stands again.

Hearing the words of "A talking bear, again after all the years he'd heard it elsewhere BIB sighed and turned away from the tavern. He already knew the next reaction from them and didn't want to make things worse.

"Hey Bear" a lusty deep voice called from behind as he attempted to leave.

"A-Are you alright?" one of the people asked as he looked towards Fisher in amazement.

"Umm..Ah yes I am, Thanks for asking." Fisher said as he quickly got off the cart and began to dust himself off.

He then noticed that a bear wearing a straitjacket walk out from a building. Fisher's eyes lit up with excitment.

He went over to the bear, adventure awaited the 2.

Watching the race track getting set up for the next race he grinned and looked at the other people in the crowd. He couldn't wait to win his fortune, he'd no idea how much he'd win but knew it was more than he'd turned in. The thought of all that money made him happy. Rolling up his sleeves a person wondered over to him and leant against the wall. She was a young looking woman dressed in a pretty lilac dress.

"Excuse me sir, do y'all have any idea what race this is?"

She asked in a kind and gentle voice.

Hearing the voice call from behind BIB turned to see the man whose food he was trying to steal was speaking to him.

"me?"

The man nodded.

"How is it that you came to be able to speak? Devil fruit?"

The bear tilted his head to the side curiously as he muttered inquisitively to himself.

"devil fruit?"

BIB approached him slowly and sat down on the bench opposite the man who chomped away on his cigar.

"Yea you got a devil fruit?" the man asked gesturing to the seat BIB had already taken.

"Urm..."

"You don't know what a devil fruit is do ya?"

BIB shook his head.

" A devil fruit is a cursed fruit which is possessed by a demon, the person who eats it is said to be gifted with powers by the demon dwelling within them. The powers can be anything from controlling fire to turning into a tiger and so on."

BIB just continued to stare at him confused.

Fisher walked into the building, his hood still on and his gun strapped to his waist. He began to look around for the bear and saw him next to a man who seemed to be smoking a cigar, he approached the two. Many thoughts raced through his mind, he gulped and bent down.

"Konichiwa Bear-Kun." he whispered into the bear's ears.

He then smiled. He took a seat next to the bear and looked towards the man.

"So you were saying?"

While this was happening, a group of people had evil smiles on their faces they looked towards the bear's direction.

"We could sure get a lot of dough from him, eh?" one of them said

"Yep..." another one of them said.

They took out their knives.

The man and BIB looked at the fishman who joined them freaked out and confused and the man leaned forward.

"Urm, who're you?"

The man blew smoke into the fishman's face giving him a dirty glare for interrupting a person's conversation. It was rude.

BIB moved aside and as he a looked to the fishman he was already confused at what was going on when the man started talking to him, but this fishman was just confusing him even more.

"I don't think I ate a devil fruit" BIB replied to the man.

Hearing the fishman speak BIB blinked at him confused and noticed a few other men speaking about how much they could get for him. He wasn;t sure if they were talking about him or the fishman but he didn't much care if it were for him since he could handle himself and if it was for the fishman then that didn't matter either since he was just a stranger.

At the tracks Arctic looked at the woman who spoke. She looked pretty and genuine.

"Its the race which'll win me my fortune, so who're you my m'lady?" Arctic asked standing up and moving closer to the woman.

The lady blushed a little and she covered her smile with her hand.

"Just a simple horse enthusiast."

Arctic looked at the race track to see his horse doing rather well and smirked. Looking back at the woman he replied.

"So which horse are ya interested in?"

"That one" the woman pointed to the horse in dead last position. After looking at it Arctic sighed and let out a little laugh at the pathetic little thing.

"That pathetic old thing?!"

Frowning at Arctic she seemed annoyed and rather furiously replied.

"He may look weak, slow, old and like he doesn't stand a chance in hell but trust me he is much more likely to win than any other horse, especially that one on front."

"You serious?"

"Aww come on what's with that look?" Fisher said a rather cheeky smile on his face.

"Im Fisher Take, nice to meet you umm..sorry but I didn't quite catch your name.." Fisher said as he let out his gloved hand for a shake.

Fisher then looked towards the bear, he seemed rather suprise.

"Umm...Anything wrong, Bear-Kun?" Fisher asked with a curious tone of voice.

A group of people slowly approached the bear, their eyes frozen to the bear's appearance. They had hungry eyes.

"Hahaha~ Beli here we come.." one of them thought as he raised his knife over the bear's head.

The man wasn't smiling at Fisher who asked what was with his gaze.

"Well fishman, I ain't too fond of rude people, its not nice to interrupt people or just invite yourself. I was busy talking to this bear and not you." The man heard Fisher continue to say his name and replied to him.

"I ain't telling you my name kid and perhaps you shouldn't give your own out so willy nilly, its a dumb move."

BIB watched as the two men spoke, he wasn't quite sure why they were talking like they were or who the person was nor why he was happily offering his name and asking theirs.

As the fishman asked if something was wrong he simply continued looking at him and blinking not sure if he should say anything. Watching the men approach him out of the corner of his eyes what these kids didn't know was that BIB had, had World Government training and if he were to be sold he would only be brought back by them and end up being imprisoned for going AWOL.

As he sensed their presence behind himself he could sense something above him. Turning around and allowing his claws to slip out and still remain covered by the long sleeves BIB looked at the men before saying.

"Put down the knife and back off or lose your lives."

He hated using his skills he'd gained from the World Government but he could've discovered them there even without them due to his natural bear sense. But it still disappointed him and depressed him.

Arctic couldn't believe what this woman was saying but as she looked at him with a horrified expression of his disbelief in her knowledge of being a horse enthusiast she crossed her arms and turned her face away. Arctic turned back to the race track to see the horse which was at the back still trotting along slowly but when he looked at the other horses he noticed how their speed had slowed down and their muscles looked to be weaker.

Arctic's eyes widened at the sight of it as he watched the horse which had been in dead last simply trot over the finish line leaving the other horses in its dust.

His jaw dropped as did his hopes and dreams of all that money.

"Looks like your luck just ran out boyo" A voice said from behind him.

"Ok,Ok I understand when Im not wanted.." Fisher said as with a smirk on his face. As he left he saw 3 people, one with knife on each hand.

"Uh Oh...Not good.." one of them said as he dropped his knife and began to back away.

"B-Baka! Stand your ground!" Another of them said, although this seemed like a brave thing to say, his knees were trembling with fear.

"...N-No..Please..I have a wife and kid...just leave me alone!" The third one said as he directed his knife towards the bear's head.

Fisher moved in the way of the knife, using his pistol to block the knife.

"No you don't.."

A bunch of people began to stare at the fishman, his hood had suddenly fell.

"Opps.."