"Eddie! Eddie! Captain! Cap! Cap'n!" The Voices murmured, others whispered and some were able to fully scream as they attempted to rip away at eddie.
Eddies grimace worsened. Getting deeper and deeper as he looked into the vague faces of his former crew "Please…Don't Make me do this…"
Using the tip of his finger, he strummed a single chord on his guitar! "Soul Pick–"
A shockwave shot out from all around Eddie. Causing the Demonic forms of his crew to be sent backwards! They toppled over one another before regaining their footing and leaping back at Eddie!
"Captain!" Clef, A large man spoke. Huge bottom jaw with horns and a noticeable cleft chin with jagged shapes as shapes. Half inward shaped arrow horns. Two rectangular eyes, and with a rotted arm and fat bulbous body
"Clef…" He could tell who was who. Sensing their very souls within them. Clef was a man that Eddie had brought along on his journey after a concert and being chased by Marines. They hid away on a small island and found him playing a self made set of drums. It was..Beautiful to Eddies eyes
Suddenly another grabbed him by the arm, attempting to pull herself up to him. Not…She didn't even look feminine anymore. Her face rotted away. She was one of the cooks and servers for the crowds. Her face was gaunt, teth missing, small horn from the side of her head "Please…Captain!" She swatted at him. Attempting to grab at his skull
"Don't let us Live like this…" Eddies glowing eyes grew wider and wider. He felt hit after hit into his side as he stood their, taking the impacts. Not wanting to hurt his crew.
"Vox…" THe next face he saw was that of his lead singer. One of the first people he got onto his crew once he entered into the grand line. They had the voice of an angel, but could also shift it to sound like an earthquake in your ears. Now their jaw was gone, eyes hollow, face rotten. They were like a rotting skeleton with skin hanging off. Horn from the right temple
It was so strange, seeing these people, these comrades he'd grown so close to. People he…People he caused the deaths of once, now returned from rest. Forced to fight him…
"Captain. Please….Do something!" Eddies eyes sockets closes like ones eyes would shut. "I don't know if I can!"
Suddenly he was pushed to the ground. Where the Sonorous's 100 Forte piled on top of him, slamming attacks after attack into him. Slamming fist, jagged claws, gnawing into his arms and tearing away the fabric of his cloak.
"Captain! You have to!" Beat screamed. Upper section of his face torn away with large black crystals coming out of their throat with a curling horn.
"Don't let us Live like this!" Bass spoke. Eddies bassist. The Second main in the main band. He hadn't joined until nearly 4 years after the Crew Formed. And proved himself in a battle of guitars between himself and Eddie.
"Do it! Do It! Do It!" They all began to chant. His bones began to crack from the immense corruption they were afflicted with. Boosting their strength by multiple fold. "I can't! I can't!"
He made a promise… "I promised that I'de be able to help you!" But what was he actually hoping to do…He knew that his crew had been brought back to life. Did he want somehow solve them of unlife without needing to physically confront them?
Yes. He did. He thought that somehow he could undo it. Painlessly….
Eddies hands rose to his face. And in the pure emotion and grief he felt. Tears began to fall from his eye sockets. His glow with in them beginning to waver and beat like ones iris's would
"Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" The pain in their voices continued. Growing more and more as his hands gripped at his face. Tears flowing through them.
The island was bright. Sun shining through the clouds. The palms on the beach gently flowing
Over 140 years in the past.
A large 13ft dark skinned man with circular sunglasses, long flowing hair. And a thick bushy mutton chop beard. Mustache coming over his lip with his chin shaven. A cavalry hat he'd stolen from a Marine on his head.
Hedri Eddie. Alive
He swirled the rum glass in his large hand before taking small sips from it.
"Captain?" Vox came up from behind him. They had lightly tanned shin, and a small bob of messy hair. In life they were incredibly androgynous. Even when wearing their current tight fitting feather jacket. Their voice was smooth like honey, face just as soft.
"Yes?" Eddie said, taking a finger and lowering his glasses down his nose. Nox gave a soft smile as they held their hands behind their back and gave a teasing bow forward "You know the ships are ready right?"
"Yeah so hurry up and get a move on." Hook said. His second in command and lead guitarist. He was tall and broad shouldered. Typically took to wearing a simple tank top with black stripes and long forearm length leather studded bracelets on his arms
"Awe c'mon Hook. What with the Rush? We aint gotta worry about those Marines. Besides, our gig on the next island aint for another few weeks." Eddie said nonchalantly as he took another sip. Feeling the burn and flavor dance on the back of his throat.
Hook took a deep breath and sighed, putting his fist on his hips. He was always a stickler like this.
"Ugh. Fine." Eddie rolled his eyes and tossed his drink out into the said. Standing to his feet and dusting off his two piece
By the time the three got back to the island, Pace, the tall long leg member, sat with a log pose in hand and a storm glass in another. Rain beginning to fall "Finally, he's here. Hip Hop Pop!" The triplets of brothers that were short in stature saluted
"Get the ship ready to go! We gotta beat this storm" Eddie pat pace on the shoulder. "C'mon Pace, we'll be fine. A little rain has never stopped us…"