One Piece: Hell Pirates

When Capone Al's uncles and elders saw him kneeling like that, they all frowned—what a spineless display. But when the suffocating aura of the Golden Lion Shiki pressed down on them, they too dropped to the ground on the spot—though they didn't pass out completely.

"Hahaha! So you're the little punk who stole the Castle Fruit?"

A sharp, arrogant voice cut through the air before a man with long golden hair descended from above. With two swords strapped at his waist, a cigar hanging from his mouth, and his coat fluttering behind him, he looked like an absolute tyrant.

"Hand it over now, or I'll flip this entire island upside down!" Shiki barked.

Capone Al's face drained of color. So that's why they were here—the Devil Fruit he had stolen not long ago!

His first instinct was to rush back and hand it over, hoping they'd spare his family if he cooperated. But then a wild idea crossed his mind.

What if… he joined them? A terrifying figure like Shiki could easily help him revive the Capone family. With their backing, dominating the West Blue's underworld would be a breeze.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he got. Plans began swirling in his head—alliances, takeovers, betrayals—all to unify the West Blue.

"Hey, kid. Speak up," Shiki said, frowning. "Don't play dumb. We've already been to Nostra Island and wiped out the William family. Hand over the Fortress Fruit."

Shiki squinted. Was this punk frozen in fear? Word was, he'd had the guts to go after the Williams himself.

Capone Al suddenly slammed his forehead to the ground. "I'm sorry!! Lord Shiki, I'll bring the Devil Fruit immediately! But please—give us a chance! Let my family join the Hell Pirates!"

His voice cracked from desperation and excitement. He had nothing left to lose—this was his shot to climb up.

A chilly wind blew through the hall. Then a shadow appeared in front of him.

"Yohoho~, so eager to join, huh? You're not worried the Navy will sniff you out immediately?"

It was Brook—tall, calm, with a haunting aura. He wasn't a skeleton in this world, but his presence still made the room's temperature drop several degrees.

"You didn't even stop to consider—what if someone here is a spy? Can your people keep their mouths shut?"

Capone Al trembled, cold sweat rolling down his back. "Please… please teach me, sir!"

He hadn't thought of that. West Blue wasn't the New World—here, pirates and gangsters still had to live under the Navy's thumb.

Brook raised an eyebrow, then gave a faint smile. "First, bring out the Fortress Fruit. Then I'll give you a shot—unofficially. You'll secretly submit to the Hell Pirates. I'll have people back you up, and you'll rise as the sole ruler of West Blue's underground."

Capone Al's eyes lit up like firecrackers.

"But here's the condition," Brook continued. "Clean house. Purge every last witness. From the outside, it'll look like we raided you and stole the fruit. Got it?"

"Yes! Yes, I'll get it now! Thank you, Captain! Thank you for giving me this chance!"

Capone Al scrambled to his feet and bolted to the secret room. Moments later, he returned with a treasure chest, eyes gleaming with gratitude and ambition.

"Yohoho~," Shiki scoffed. "This weakling? You're wasting time with this trash. Why not just take over the strongest pirate crew in West Blue?"

Brook didn't flinch. "Don't underestimate local tyrants. Once he controls the underground, he can gather rare resources for us—Devil Fruits, materials, even exotic beasts. We don't need to rule the seas—we need to rule everything beneath them."

He turned toward the horizon. "Rome wasn't built in a day. Same goes for revolution."

Brook's plans stretched far beyond West Blue. Next, the other four seas. More hidden networks. More agents. More power feeding into the Hell Pirates.

Every new Devil Fruit user, every underground talent—they'd all eventually fall under his reach.

Capone Al handed over the chest like a holy relic. "Captain… I'm yours. I'll give everything."

Brook nodded. "Good. You've got ambition, and you're smart enough to know when to kneel. From now on, you're our secret agent in the West Blue."

He turned to the crimson-cloaked figure beside him. "Redfield. Help him clean house. Capone Al gets full power—kill anyone with even a hint of betrayal."

Redfield vanished in a flash of crimson wind, dragging Capone Al with him.

Before leaving, Brook tossed Capone a simplified training manual—basic Marine Six Styles and the fundamentals of Haki.

As the massive Golden Island slowly rose into the sky, Capone Al finally collapsed into a chair, breathless and pale. But his eyes gleamed with purpose.

With the Hell Pirates behind him, his enemies were doomed. He already had a team of loyalists, funds, training manuals, even blueprints for modified firearms from the Hiruba engineers.

He'd soon have backing from underground shipping tycoons and intel brokers too.

He was going to crush the William family. Then one by one, absorb every family and syndicate in the West Blue.

At that moment, Capone Al didn't feel like a punk or a pawn.

He felt like the future godfather of West Blue.

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On the Golden Island

Brook stood on the deck, treasure chest in hand. He popped it open, studied the Devil Fruit inside, then checked the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia to confirm.

"The Fortress Fruit. Perfect."

He turned to his faithful pet, a large intelligent parrot named Bald Parrot.

"Bald Parrot. From now on, you stay by my side. I'll find someone else to assist Antonio. But you—you're gonna eat this."

Bald Parrot flapped down, obedient as ever.

"Yes, Captain."

Brook held out the fruit. Bald Parrot took one peck, swallowed—and instantly tensed up, his body glowing faintly.

Brook grinned and pulled out a thick scroll—blueprints designed by none other than Vegapunk himself.

"Study these. You'll be our walking fortress—storage, prison, armory, and whatever else I need. Time to develop that Devil Fruit of yours."

"Understood," Bald Parrot replied, voice more focused than ever.

Brook handed the leftover rinds of the fruit to Vegapunk. "Here. No use to us now, but maybe you'll get something from it. If you can synthesize a proper artificial version—Sad or Smile substances—we could mass-produce these someday."

Vegapunk nodded, already running calculations in his head.

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After touring the various rooms of the castle, Bald Parrot began replicating them inside his own body—dormitories, halls, kitchens, even prisons. This was the power of the Castle Fruit.

The user of the Castle Fruit could restructure the interior freely and even weaponize the space to trap and attack enemies. Still, these abilities needed to be developed by the Bald Parrot itself. Since it was only an animal with little experience, Brook had to guide it patiently at every step.

"Brother Brook, Redfield… do either of you want to return to your hometown?" Antonio asked curiously. He'd absorbed a lot of information lately and knew that both men hailed from the West Blue.

Brook and Redfield exchanged glances but said nothing. Brook had no family left in the Kingdom of Dumora. Redfield's entire family had been massacred by the Celestial Dragons. Returning would only reopen old wounds.

"…I want to go back," Redfield said suddenly, his voice sharp with hatred. His eyes burned as if he intended to honor his parents with the blood of his enemies.

"I'm with you," Brook nodded. He immediately instructed Shakky to chart a course to Red Soil Island, located in the Kingdom of Riolu—once the territory of the Redfield family, Redfield's lineage.

Golden Island adjusted its heading, bypassing O'Hara, the Island of Scholars, to visit Redfield's homeland first.

When word got out that the Hell Pirates' floating fortress had entered the West Blue, the World Peace Dove News Agency quickly broadcast it to the region's member kingdoms.

The Navy didn't yet have the technology to cross the Calm Belt directly and had to circle through the Grand Line and Reverse Mountain. At the peak of Reverse Mountain, there was a government-owned climbing device—similar to the one at Mariejois—that allowed ships to transfer personnel into the Four Seas. Naval forces from those seas would pick them up after crossing.

Luckily, the Hell Pirates didn't run into this secret government route. The Grand Line was vast, and Reverse Mountain was just one small exit point at Twin Cape.

Even kings attending the World Conference, merchant convoys, and royal trade fleets used these World Government passages to avoid unexpected threats.

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Red Soil Island – Kingdom of Riolu, West Blue

From a distance, the island looked like a patchwork of crimson tones—dark red, brick red, even purplish-red hues. Rolling fields of blooming rapeseed and potato flowers stretched across the hills, while golden waves of wheat danced under the cool mountain breeze. The landscape glowed with layered colors of red, gold, white, and green.

"What a beautiful island," Shakky whispered in awe. "No wonder the Celestial Dragons wanted to seize it."

At the island's center stood a towering castle perched high above, once a temporary palace for Celestial Dragons visiting the West Blue. While they rarely visited now, stewards and guards remained to manage the land and enslave its residents.

The island's prized crop—Dragon's Fang Blood Rice—was both rare and medicinal, said to possess body-strengthening properties. Naturally, it became a royal tribute item, sent regularly to Mariejois.

Since Redfield and Brook's prior assault on the Celestial Dragons, visits had become rare. But the exploitation hadn't stopped. And today, Redfield wasn't here to make a statement—he was here to bury his past.

On a nameless hill, Redfield stood before two humble mounds of dirt. These were his parents' graves. He had secretly recovered their bodies and buried them here. No tombstone, no names—just raw earth. Any trace might invite desecration from the Celestial Dragons.

Meanwhile, panic had erupted on the island. The steward had already contacted the Navy and alerted the Celestial Dragons.

"Redfield," said Golden Lion Shiki, "once I fully awaken my Float-Float Fruit, I'll move this entire island to the New World for you."

"No need," Redfield replied coldly. "It's not worth the effort. Besides, who knows how long it'll take you to awaken that fruit?"

Instead, he exhumed his parents' coffins, placed them aboard Golden Island, and erected a proper tombstone on sacred ground. The crew stood in solemn silence, witnessing a rare moment of vulnerability from the proud Red Earl.

"Captain Brook," said Vegapunk, examining the red soil, "Shiki might be on to something. The land here has unique properties. The crops grown in it—especially that red rice—have high nutritional value. Possibly even body-enhancing effects."

"Seriously?" Brook crouched down to feel the earth himself. But he found no hidden miracle. The tales of gods bleeding into the land were nothing more than superstition.

Then came the storm.

Driven by grief and fury, Redfield shot toward the Celestial Dragons' castle in a bolt of lightning. His body transformed into a Thunder Giant, towering with rage. He tore the palace apart with his bare hands, reducing walls to rubble, and electrocuted every last steward and guard until they were nothing but smoldering corpses.

Shakky and Stussy scoured the remains and found warehouses filled with Dragon's Fang Blood Rice, taxes, and stolen treasure.

Shiki uprooted a section of the most fertile crimson fields and transported it to Golden Island. He set up a farm and experimental site for Vegapunk to continue researching the land's mysterious properties.

The island's former citizens watched in shock and awe. Some wept. Others cheered. The younger villagers had only known life under the Celestial Dragons' rule. Every time those monsters visited, they'd seize daughters from families, turning paradise into hell.

Redfield, however, had no interest in lingering.

He left just one message carved into the crumbling ruins of the Celestial Dragon castle:

"Celestial Dragons—kill on sight."

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Golden Island set sail again. The West Blue held no force strong enough to challenge them.

To Kaido and Shiki, the region was dull and uninspiring. They longed for the chaos and challenge of the New World.

Brook had originally wanted to visit the Flower Kingdom to look in on the Hachiman Navy, but the crew insisted on heading to O'Hara first—then straight back to the New World.

The real stage for the Hell Pirates was not the Four Seas. It was the chaos and opportunity of the New World. And Shakky? She already had her eyes set on Wano Country.

That land was ripe for business, and Shakky never left a gold coin unturned.

This time, she was bringing platinum and silver with her—enough to flood the black markets.

Her goal?

Bleed Wano dry.

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