"You brought me back from the dead. For a race with strange machines?" Davies began. His voice sounded wet and deep as if recently quenched.
"What's stopping us from going on an all out rampage right here and now?" Morgans asked next. His eyes locked onto Davies. He'd heard story after story of that man. If the system had existed that far back, he'd be considered an Emperor of the Sea.
There'd been Dozens of Pirates since the Dawn of the World that would have fit the Criteria. But before the full classification of 'Yonko' after Rogers death. They were merely known as Monsters. Kings and Queens. They went by their Titles mostly. The Worst on The Sea', 'The One Who Death Rejected'. But all powerful individuals need a name to be designated as like one would call a leader a captain.
And those words were, Lord, Tyrant, Sovereign, and Conqueror.
Each of these names and words were synonymous with Powerful Pirates. The Upper Echelon of prime cuts. And Davies was regarded as one of the people who started it. A pirate of pirates. If there was a Devil, He was its boogeyman.
His career had started at the ripe age of 13 when he was taken aboard a crew as a deckhand. The Cutthroats was their name. A simple flag of black with a head cut from its neck and a fountain of red coming forth
The crew was determined by strength. Mutiny after mutiny. Backstab after backstab. It wasn't even a month in that the 13 year old saw his first keelhaul on a man that attempted to take Captain Bracks head.
It was all down hill, or rather up depending on your perspective, from there. Davies rose through the ranks, made his own mutinies under the guise of leadership and loyalty, and eventually took the crew over himself. And then? He killed them all. Gathered a new loyal crew.
And when he was asked why he did it? "It was good exercise for my track to power."
For over 60 years he scoured the seas. He went from Island to Island in the first half of Paradise, and was one of the very reasons it was called the Graveyard of Pirates. Because people like him prowled the waters.
He'd go toe to toe with Marshals, and be the cause of their downfalls. He'd be of the few that would dare tread into the stretch of Sea Past the opposite side of Reverse mountain and enter into what is known as the 'New World'
At that time, the only thing in the New World was civilizations and Islands that already had hundreds of years under their belts. For a few hundred years they had their own Pirates, but after others found ways to get into the New World, it seemed like they were the new stock to replace those which couldn't stand up to what was necessary.
If there was a bar set high. Davies sent it into orbit.
"Because we can undo your Resurrection with a simple Call." Zymen answered the two obvious threats. Alma could undo the resurrection of her Necro fruit with the snap of a finger if she wished. Even after using her fruit, it caused no drain on her at all so undoing it would be easy as blinking
"That witch…A Cursed Fruit User that's been possessed by a Devil. And Wretched one at that. It is an unfortunate ordeal that it seems that which possessed me has bid me adieu." He held up a hand that was a tentacle morphed into four other fingers
Despite mentally flexing that muscle, like forcing oneself to get goosebumps, or flexing a small muscle on instinct, no transformation came.
"As is mine.." The same happened for the Legendary Admiral. "These forms are utter mockeries of what we once were…Even for a Marine like yourself." Davies said. But the admiral shot it back
"Last I heard, wasn't it an Admiral that Killed you?" Morgans snapped back "He got lucky…"
Throwing the mic to the side, Sir caught their attention again "Yeah whatever. Well you're hear now, and you either play the game and fight! Or go out with a pathetic flutter."
"Fine." Both corpses said in unison
"Alright!" Sir pulled his elbows to his ribs in a shout of excitement "Lets get this Show on this Road!"
"Everyone!! Pick a car!" The crowd quickly ran around, getting up and into big Automobiles, some that were the size of small buildings that were certainly used for hauling material inter-island on large islands. Others smaller. Some even had platforms being pulled behind them.
Morgan grabbed a Pirate by the neck, scaring the man half to death at the touch that was like ice, his face was covered partially in large barnacles "You. Sail for me."
He through the man into a dark teal covered carriage with an extremely long hood with pipes for extra exhaust coming out in random directions. Each of these cars were clearly heavily modified from the original, given that small Motor Carriages had literal parts of ships on them with spears and metal jutting out of them
Davies was the same, simply picking a man up by the neck with his crab claw in his right hand and slamming him into a large truck. Meaning an automobile that had built in flatbed and was naturally much wider and larger with huge rubber wheels. Its front was like that of a train's steam chamber with a hood of metal covering it.
"There!" Jeanne shouted, pointing to a smaller automobile that was more sleek, but still had metal missing exposing the internal combustion which came just over the eyeline from the middle.
All of the Cars began to tear out and start to drive around the kilometer long radius of the valley. All except Sir.
Noir fumbled with his hands trying to remember how he saw the rich customer turn his on "Cmon Noir!" Jeanne yelled watching as Sir continued to walk in some direction they couldn't quite get a hold on.
"There's too many buttons! I-" A voice came from next to him "Need a hand?" It was…Sir. "Don't worry I ain't gonna hurt ya." He said as he leaned in through the door window and reached over Noir. The three of them awestruck
"Ya gotta turn the Key here first, there's also your fuel, amps and a light to tell you it's on." He turned the key. "Those two petals are your clutch and break, you won't need to know that first one. The second slows the car or stops it completely if pushed all the way."
"That's your choke" He said reaching over and pulling a tube that was sticking out of the middle and lifted it slightly, working like a small pistol "Now just push that button up there near your foot, the silver one."
Noir hesitantly did as he said. And pushed it, causing the fuel to flow and ignite! The car rumbling to life! "Good! That petal next to it there is the accelerator. Push it down, and don't let go. You only wanna let go if you wanna slow down for what ever dumb fucking reason."
He pulled himself out of the car. "There ya go!" He said, tapping the top of the hood twice. "cya out there…Fire Print. I'll make sure to give you a proper ride…"
"Fine…Have your way." Noir gave a snarky grin as he popped a cig in his mouth and lit it before pushing hard on the accelerator! Causing him to speed off!
Sir however. Walked a small distance from behind the building. Watching as the first lap was almost done.
A large metal platform protruded from the sand. Almost perfectly round. With a small hop, Sir landed a few meters above the sand where in the middle of the metal were many, many indentations like that of fist!
"Let the Race Officially Begin!" He screamed loudly! Tensing his muscle and reeling his fist up into the air where a strange Material that was dark and black covered it before slamming into the metal causing another perfect indentation!
The strike was hard, and could be felt by the drivers telling them it was time! The sand around them began to shake and vibrate, strange curving patterns appearing across the surface in geometric shapes, turning the Solid into a state that made it act like a liquid!
With a massive leap! Sir landed on his car that was already being driven by another Pirate. It was a massive hulking thing with multiple engines throughout it. Landing on the side of the vehicle, Sir opened the door, grabbed the pirate, and tossed him into the Sand Sea where he passed through it with no effort! Falling dozens and dozens of meters below either to his death on impact, or by suffocation…
"Lets Drive!!" The Vehicle roared as he sped forth!