Any aspiring young pirate, especially those born during the worst generation, would know the tale of Gol D Roger; the pirate king of the last era.
However while he is quite well known, not many many know of the battle of god valley.
This was birthpl...
It was an unexpected meaning, but rolling with the punches was why made Roger who he was.
Last-minute, he and his older brother, Dragon had touched down on a small island with only a few storefronts, a handful of homes, and a small solitary bar. This bar was their destination; they entered wearing their puffy colored ponchos. Dragon sat at the counter and ordered two drinks, he looked over at Roger.
"What are we doin here Roger? I don't like this lack of communication here."
Roger was a bit on edge, very much out of character he had replied.
"I know, and- I'm sorry, but someone called us here."
Dragon, noticing the glaring shift in demeanor glanced up to his brother, ignoring the bartender who set his drink down in front of him.
"...Who..?"
Just then a powerful voice resonated from the front doors of the establishment.
"Ahem... I heard you boys were making waves not far from here."
Dragon's eyes widened in annoyance and he shot up, he and Roger whipped around to see the large imposing figure of a man dressed in marine uniform: Monkey D Garp.
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Dragon scowled at the sight of his father, his now oppressive gaze was locked onto the marine. Garp returned his eldest son's look with a calm, blank expression. Roger cautiously crossed the bar and stood in between the two men, his eyes jumped between the two; this entire meeting was a gamble, all because of the rocky relationship his brother and father shared.
"What are we doing here, Roger..."
Dragon snarled under his breath, not moving his eyes off of Garp. His fists were clenched tight and outside of the bar, the wind began to pick up and clouds began to litter the once flawless sky. Roger looked over to his visibly frustrated older brother and boldly spoke in a tone that greatly contrasted his usual self.
"We are here to talk Dragon, that's all. Right, Dad?"
After a long moment of terrible silence, Garp turned and slowly approached the bar and took a seat, handing a small sack of various coins to the bartender. He requested in a commanding, but respectful tone
"You sir, take the rest of the day off and enjoy your money. My associates and I will close your bar once we are done, you have my word."
The bartender, astonished by this proposition reached over the elegantly carved wooden bar and took the tied sack in his hand. He undid the string and looked into it using his peripheral sight. He gulped before closing the bag back up and he nodded before exiting his side of the bar, making his way to the door.
