*place with sand, where some people might go on hot days to relax.*
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*A nice sunny day on Grotto Isle, though a bit windy. A young man washes up on shore, completely drenched with water and sand now sticking to him. Water still rushing back and forth over his unconscious form*

*the sand clinging to her already dampened boots, she quickly unlaced them and continued on the beach barefoot. The warm sand heating her cold feet she took out the ties in her hair and let it cascade down her back. It was not long before the shadowed figure washed up on the shore further down from where she walked* What now...*grumbling slightly she pulled out the gun from her back waistband and walked over to the body slowly*

*His eyes slowly flickered open and as he woke up he coughed out sand and what water had made it into his lungs. Once done coughing he noticed the woman standing near him and pointing a gun at him.*

*gun pointed at him fiercly she eyed him cautiously as he finally awoke. Her stance staying firm she tilted her head and let a half smirk spread across her face* At least its not dead...I dont need anymore junk like that to deal with....*making her way around him slowly, gun still pointed at the stranger she laughed* Youre still a kid...what happened you cant swim or something?

I can swim just fine! I just got caught up in a storm that destroyed me ship, that's all.
*He brushes some of the sand that was sticking to him off of his face. He continued to keep and eye on her as she circled him* So what do ye want? I lost me loot in the shipwreck so ye're out of luck there.

*making her way back to the original side of him she laughed again and shook her head. Lowering her gun she slid it into the back of her waistband and picked up her boots off the sand* I thought I had reason to protect myself...now I know youre just a poor kid so Ill leave you be...good luck on coughing up that sand...*laughing again she stepped on his back and kept walking*

*He grabs the two guns on his side, one in each hand and points them at the woman.*
Don't underestimate me lady. Now drop ye're weapons and hand over any gold ye might have.

*stopping she turned towards him, her hands resting on her hips* If I had money do you think Id be walking on a beach..alone no less! Be smart boy...as for my gun I aint gonna let you have it....what good would it do you unless you have a third arm to fire it with...*smirked*

*Glares at the woman for a few more moments then puts his guns back at his sides. He then pushes himself up to his feet.*
So what is this here place?

*smirking she took a few steps toward him, containing the obvious laughter that made its way across her face. Putting out her hand she smiled* Welcome to Grotto Isle boy...

*Crosses his arms instead of reaching to grab her's*
~Grotto Isle? That's a bit off from where I was headed, not that it matters now, I lost all of me loot. -.-~
So be there a place to eat around here? I haven't had any real food in a long time.

*shaking her head she leaned over and pulled her boots on. Lacing them up she looked over at him and begin to walk away, waving a hand for him to follow* Towns this way...Ill find you some food....

*He decided to follow her into town. His mind thinking of what to do next while he was here.*

Tag walked the beach, still kicking a pebble. Atleast until it got stuck in the sand and almost caused him to trip. Then he was cussing out the pebble. When he tired of that, the young pirate walked to were his ship, beached and tied to a pole.

It was actually less of a ship and more of a small.. dingie.. thing. But it had a sail, and to Tag it represented freedom. It was beutiful.

Tag climbed onto his boat and rolled out his napsack. He enjoyed sleeping outside (too poor for an inn) and the gentle sea sounds added to the soothing atmosphere (why couldn't those damned seagulls shut up already?!?).

After three or four minutes of listening to the gracefull (i'm gonna kill em, I'm gonna kill em) honking of gulls, Tag decided he wasn't ready for sleep after all. Tag glared at the birds and started muttering curses under his breath as he tiredly climbed out of the boat and started walking again.

He looked for a dog to kick and, failing in that, continued muttering.

(OCC: Yokie's post was removed)

(OOC: Okies, I followed the rules this time. I posted my charrie's profile first.)

Yohko strode along the beach, enjoying sound of the sand crunching under her boots. She's been on that fishermen's ship for far too long. She was running low on gold and the man had none to his name. It was a pity, really. Suddenly her stomached growled angerily. She made a face as she stuck into the sand to check how much money she had left. The sight of the bottom of the bag was depressing.

"Now what am I going to do?" She muttered to herself.

Tag sat down on a bleached log and sighed, staring out into the ocean. So far, Erian's trip hadn't gone as planned. He'd only just arrived and already he was establishing himself as a fussy kid.

But is it really my fault? Everything just goes wrong.

Tag noticed someone else walking down the beach. He grinned wryly, as if seeing if he still could.

I wont be treated like a child.

Yohko leaned her head forward. She let out a sigh and stood up again. There was no reason for her to mope around a beach. She looked out towards the horzion and smirked to herself.

"Well....It's too late for me to go into town to pick-pocket....perhaps fishing would be the best plan for now..." She said boldy to herself. She Started to looked around for a stick worthy enough of being a make-shift fishing rod. She had a bit of bread and dread meat left over from that fisherman. She'll use that as bait. That's when she spotted someone sitting on a piece of bleached wood. She stood for a moment just staring, She shruged to herself and continued looking for a rod.

"Ya lose for somethin?" Tag asked her with a toothy grin.

If I canhelp her find it, maybe atleast one person here'll look at me with respect

Yohko returned his smile with her own charming one.

"Not quite. Just lookin' for something sturdy enough for fishin'." She winked at the young man.

"Hope ya like waiting then, cause you'll be fishing a long time before ya find anything 'round here,worth eatin" he said matter-of-factly.

"Ya fish often?"

*He walked into the sand and towards the ship/dingie. They didn't seem to be paying any attention, so he just walked up to the boat that was tied to a pole and untied it. He pushed it towards the water and out of the sand. The water went up to his chest before he couldn't touch the bottom anymore, then pulled himself onto the boat and set the sails...*

Tag wasn't really paying attention to the man until he heard the familiar sound of wind catching a sail.

And his was the only ship that close..

With a lurch, Tag was off the log and running to where his boat had been moored, watching as it was driven out toward sea.

"Tha.. thats MY SHIP!" he hollared, running towards the boat as if there was no water between him and there.

"THAT'S MY SHIP YOU GODROTTING PIG! COME BACK HERE WITH MY SHIP!!"

Now knee deep in sea water and unable to run, tag quickly drew both pistols and fired at the thiefs head, only managing to chip the mast of his own boat in the process. He stood there yelling curses, forgetting all about the woman behind him.

*He pulled out the map, looking at it to see which way he needed to go. Then heard a voice yelling at him. He turned to smile at the kid who was running at him and waved. He then had to duck as shots went by, not managing to hit him. Laughed at the kid when they missed him and continued to sail away, map in hand.*

Tag continued standing there, ranting and firing at the man until it became apparent, even to him, that it was rather pointless. He almost threw a pistol at him, but thought better of that at the last minute.

Instead he whirled and threw it at the poll his ship had been tied too, and stomped back to shore.

Running through the sand just then and there was Zako. He skidded to a stop and glanced around to realize the kid wasn't there. But Tag was.

Nodding an apology to Yokie for intruding on any conversation they were having, Zako looked at Tag.. "Did you see a little pirate theif run by here wearing a big red heavyset coat with gold trim?" he was, of course, talking about Kai...

Tag grabbed the gun from where it had landed and holstered it, the other gun still in hand. He turned to look at Zako, suddenly looking very calm. In truth he was somewhere in between crying and raging again, and his face simply hadn't decided which.

Mutely, he pointed to the constantly shrinking ship in the distance, and turned away again.

Glancing over where Tag aimlessly pointed to see a small ship sailing off.. where he dreaded it would go. "ACK!" he freaked, placing both hands to head in great panick. "He Knows About The Map! What To Do What To Do! AH" the man looked towards a beaten up ship carcass laying on the other end of the beach and pointed towards it. "I could use that!" He ran towards it, noted the damage.

Breathed, but got confident "I can fix that! At least the sail is" he picked up the sail and looked through a nice hole in it... "Or maybe not." Looked around before getting a lightbulb over his head. Took off shirt and run back to Tag. Gave him the shirt. "You, Tag. If you're a pirate, then you Have to know how to sew. Go sew my shirt into that sail over there and patch the hole. Right, Good. I'm going to catch that Kid and save myself a bad time..."

Thus on he ran off to the shipyard and came back with some wood and alot of pieces to fix the ship with. Began. "Quick! Gotta hurry up!"

Of course, the poor guy didn't realize he could just steal a new boat. Then again. he was in panic.

The only other thing to note is that he's full of scars and tattoo's under that shirt. Most of hte scars on his body were eerily clean slit. But it didn't matter.

At the sewing comment, Tag instantly recoiled in anger, but he bit it off immidiately.

All he said was, 'if yer a pirate'. He didn't mean nothin by it.

"Alright," he said. But I need some good threa... Ah, jerk left without getting me anything to sew with."

Tag sighed and pulled a heavy canvas needle and thread from inside his coat. The boy began sewing the shirt to the sail.

"Yar, ah be a serious pirate, that I am me hearties. I be the best bloody cabin boy on this side o' the grand line. Ah suppose ya'll be wantin me to swab the deck next, aye cap'n?" he mockingly muttered, Soon, he'd finished the job. Hopefully the sail wouldn't blow out when the wreck was at sea.

Once the skiff was put together, Zako worked fairily well at pounding the new wood in, he rightened it and pushed it out into the water. Getting in and plugging up the only hole that started leaking water. Waving to Tag.. "Come on, I know where that seadog is going... And I'm not going alone in this zombie ship." Didn't add that he couldn't swim to Tag. But never much really told anyone outside his own crew that. Needed help if he fell in. =P

"Of course I'm goin with ya. Who's ship do ya think he took ta get away?"

Tag gingerly climbed abord the... ship.. worried at every step taht he might put a hole in it.

"Don think this make's me crew or anythin. I play second fiddle to no man."

Satisfied with the things relative stability, he plopped down and hung his arm over the side as they began sailing away from the island.

"As long as ya remember that, we should be getting along. Just don't do anything to hurt Jonny, right?"

As soon as he said that he coughed sheepishly.

Surprised that his shirt worked well with the sail, Zako let the ship take off towards a small island that was around grotto isle..

"Don't worry about it, Tag. We're just friends.." pause.. Zako looked back to Tag.. "Jonny?"

They go to the open seas..

The sailboat was nearing the shore, and tag was still grinning. He'd goten his ship back, and they'd left that jerk back on the island to find his own way off.

"Looks like we're back,"

Once on the beach Zako got out and practicalyl hugged the land for being there... It was like he was terrified of being out in the sea, even though he was a pirate captain. Well, he hugged hte post anyway.

Soon after gave a thumbsup to Tag. "Thanks"

Tag waved him off, and jumped off the ship, tying it to the pole again. Then he fell face first in the sand, asleep.

Blinking at Tag the Sleeper for a moment before giving his classic grin and talking over to the self-pirate. Taking the rope from Tag's limp fingers, Zako walked back to teh post and tied the ship up... Soon after leaving to get a new shirt XD

*Kai's 'ship' came back to the Isle and landed at the beach. He got slowly off of the ship, feeling dizzy and nauseous. He wondered if the fruit gave made him get sea sickness, since he'd never had it before, he wasn't sure if this was it or not. He walked away from the beach and into the streets...*

Yohko Stood on the sand slightly confused. She shook it off and smilied.

"Welcome back." She said, while she built a fire. Over her shoulder were ten fish. She prepared the small bonfire. She grabbed one of two sticks with five fish on it and stuck it into the flames. She hummed something softly to herself. She looked up at the man who was called Zako and grinned.

"Want some fish?"

Tag was still face down in the sand, asleep. He started snoring and, after sucking in a nose full of dirt found himself awake, counging and wheezing.

After clearing his pipes a bit, he turned over and groaned. Something smelled really good.

Foood..

Yohko looks over at the groaning young man. She picked up her stick and poked him in his side.

"So you are alive, ne?" She asked. She pulled one of the sticks of fish out of the flame and held it out to him.

"Go on, take it." She said with a smile.

Tag snatched it out of her hand and was on his feet munching the fish instantly.

"This is really good!" he said between ravenous bites.

Heey! Howcome she got to catch somethin here when I can't?

Tag was alicking his fingers, having already finished the fish. He plopped down on the beach, crosslegged, facing the woman.

"So, whats ya name, anyhow?"