30 Days [BuggyxShanks] - English Translation

Prologue Part 1 - Bet

Author's Note:

This is the English version of one of my stories. Since English is not my native language there could be grammar mistakes, I apologize in advance. Feel free to report them to me! 30 Days is the first of a tetralogy of stories set in the world of One Piece and some of the events in it are going to be deepened from other points of view in the other chapters of the tetralogy. Also, updates are gonna be slow. Thank you in advance for your support. Like and follow if you like the story :)

<< Hey, since when did you become five? >>

<< Probably since you brilliantly decided to down the sixth beer against our advice, my friend >>

<< Benn please, don't misguide him, for heaven's sake. It's obvious we have always been five. Didn't you know I have the extraordinary power to split myself into Good Yasopp and Evil Yasopp? >>

<< Is there a good one? Since when? >>

<< Be quiet Lucky. You know I could have crushed that man in court today if I wanted to, but I didn't out of my magnanimity >>

<< Of course you didn't! He had a very young daughter, and only a true monster would have taken away his right to see her without motivation>>

<< Oi, guys, eyes on me please, I hate being excluded from the conversation >>

<< Sure, sure, Shanks >>

Thanks to the raise one of them received at work, this strange crew composed of five distinctly different men is all about toast and celebrations.

The local they chose for their nightly revelry, despite their austere appearance in suit and ties, is one of those small suburban pubs where no socially respectable person would ever think of setting foot But the five know pretty well that appearance can be deceiving, after all they are a glaring example of it. The warm and welcoming atmosphere with dim lights and soft background music is enough for these men to shake off the day's hardships.

Benn Beckman, jet-black hair tied in a low ponytail and with a cigarette between his lips, had to endure for hours the whiny voice of a well-off fifty-something lady who, due to her husband's affair with a secretary twenty years younger, had decided to take away at least half of his bank account.

Yasopp, with three beer mugs emptied to the last drop placed in front of him, fought that very morning for a father's legal rights over his little daughter, coming out victorious from the case, albeit not exactly in the way he had hoped.

Lucky Roo, impossible to miss with his extra pounds and the stack of dirty dishes next to him, spent the entire day locked in the solitude of his office, accompanied only by his own thoughts and some fried chicken wings, hoping to find a way out of a particularly tricky case that had kept him awake at night for weeks.

Rockstar, with red pointy hair shooting in all directions, in stark contrast to his chocolate-colored skin, was forced by his boss to take on the case of a man about to sue his ex-wife. A man who would also be pleasant if not for his poor personal hygiene.

Maybe to say he was forced was a little bit of an understatement. Rockstar has a weakness that his colleagues and collaborators know all too well: he can't resist flattery, which is how his boss convinced him.

So, at this table sat four competent men, excellent workers full of goodwill and motivation. And then there is Shanks.

Shanks is the oldest in terms of associations with the law firm studio, but in his life, he has done anything but laze around - the same thing he did that very morning - sitting comfortably in his office with the backrest of his chair reclined, feet resting on the desk and a dirty magazine open and placed on his face while napping.