One Piece: Tale of the Harem Pirates

1 month later

Things had moved very quickly since the announcement ceremony. In less than a full week the contenders had been gathered and shipped out on a boat for the East Blue. One of God's Knights had been assigned as their supervising officer. Unfortunately for Lance it was Beatrice Eneverdean's uncle, Leopard.

The man stood 5'11. A completely bald head. Wearing a black overcoat over a white dress shirt and a black tie. He had matching black slacks and shiny dress shoes. The lining on the coat had real gold lace.

Lance found being on the ocean a strange experience. The constant rocking on the boat was hard to get used to. But it was when he was up on the deck that he experienced just how beautiful the surface world had been. No amount of sea sickness could have taken the grace out of the sight of the sea. The endless vast expanse of the sea. With an island off in the distance. 

As Lance stood on the deck looking over the side. Leopard's voice snapped as he came out from under the deck. "Alright you ruffians. Today is the day we dock. So we're going to go over what's going to happen." As he spoke all nineteen of the young dragons took their spots along the deck that they had been assigned to all month long. Lance ended up right in the middle. With Beatrice to his right. Something he was sure she set up with her uncle.

"Now. This Native hunting game is taking place on an island that once held the kingdom of Oykot. The old kingdom was wiped out a little over a decade ago by a pirate known as the Gold Lion. Since then a small kingdom has spawned out of the ashes. Thirteen years ago we asked if they would pay Heavenly Tribute to join the world government. And as such is not under our protection."

There was a pause in his words. Enough time for Lance to think about if that's a good enough reason to raid an entire civilization. 

"There are two prizes your group is vying for. One is the position of squire among the God Knights. The four with the highest scores will take positions at the bottom of the Knights order. Acting as assistants for four knights. And learning from them directly." Everyone except for Lance seemed pleased at this news. "That prize is reserved for your group. And not something you should expect going forward. The other prize however. Is something we offer quite regularly. God's knights have acquired three devil fruits. And we are going to award it to the three of you with the highest scores."

That second prize caught Lance's interest more than the first. The old fart then continued talking. "We should arrive at the island in a few hours. The spectators are already there. Once we dock you'll have forty five minutes to speak with your people. After that you'll be expected to be at the starting position. With that you are dismissed."

The line of world nobles began to break up to go about their own business. Lance attempted to b-line to below the deck. Needing to make some plans. But Beatrice stepped In front of him. The annoying girl had changed her hair style at some point on the ship. She changed from the two buns on the side of her head. To put her blonde hair in a long ponytail that went down to her waist. Her face was still long like a horse. And her nose was thin and slightly crooked. "So Lance. When I become the top of our generation. Why don't you become my boyfriend?"

Beatrice's attetpts to start dating Lance continued to annoy him to no end. "Forget it, Horse Face. I wasn't interested yesterday. I'm not gonna be interested toda-" It was then that the sound of a gun cocking cut off his train of thought. Looking down he saw a pistol being held by Beatrice pointed right at his stomach. She held a flintlock pistol towards his white t-shirt. 

"Cut the crap, Duval." The overly sweet sound in her voice had been totally removed. Left now was a nasally feminine tone. "Maybe I won't have the sway when I'm just a squire. But once I'm a member of God's Knights in full~ I will use my influence to wrap you up into my family. And I'll make you love me. Just like I know you've been loving those guards you brought with you on the ship~" That crooked thin horse face smirked up at him with a knowing look. They both knew his family was one of the most conservative out of the 19. 

If he didn't squash this now. Beatrice would think she had something over him. Taking in a deep breath he grabbed the barrel of her gun. And pushed it against his pajama shirt. "You shouldn't threaten people you want to keep alive, Bitch-rice. If you put that lead in my belly. Who exactly is gonna be your trophy husband? Why don't you think a little harder next time." Lance stared into her eyes. Trying to dissuade her from doing anything irrational. 

Beatrice returned an evil smile. With the hammer already cocked she further pressed the gun against his belly. "If I can't have you, Duval. No one will. Choose your next words wisely." 

Stunned at her motivation. He considered giving her a hookup and seeing if that would settle things…Nah. He didn't feel like sticking his dick in crazy. "Alright, Eneverdean. Let's make a bet." He waited to see her reaction. And only continued once she lightened the pressure against his body and gave him a quizzical look. "If you not only win a position as a Squire. But you also eat one of the devil fruit prizes. I'll be your boyfriend. Hell, I'll even arrange our marriage personally once we get back to Mary Geoise." He raised his hands in open palms. Showing he had no tricks up his sleeve. Unexpectedly a prompt came up over both of their visions.

[Quest Offered: Your hand in meritocracy. You and Beatrice Eneverdean's long teased romantic relationship has finally come to a boiling point. In an argument over a bullet entering your belly. You have offered her an out to finally seal the deal on your marriage. 

Success Conditions: Scoring a Squire position in God's Knights. And eating one of the three fruits offered as a prize in the Native Hunting Game. 

Reward: Your hand and cooperation in your marriage. +5 levels to the gambling skill.

Failure: Continuing to pine for your affection with petty threats and pleading. You gain +5 levels to the Gambling skill.

Because this quest was offered in the form of a bet. You cannot refuse to offer this quest.]

Fuck! Lance cursed in his head. I had no idea I could do that. Soon the prompt detailing the quest automatically closed. Beatrice smiled up at him as she took the gun away from his body.

"Good choice! Now with the proper motivation i'll school the rest of these idiots. And get the prize i've wanted for all these years. But if you try anything funny~" She fired the gun over the railing of the ship. Hitting a small island off to the side of the boat. "I'll blow your small brains out.. And make those five bitches clean it up with their tongues!" She holstered the flintlock with a practiced ease. "See ya later, Future Hubby!~ Eng-hahahha eng-haha!" Her piercing laugh filled his ears as she walked below deck. 

"Shit…yea I need to do something about this."