Mixed blood

Chapter 1: clash

A biting gust swept across the ship's deck, sending a shiver through the timeworn wood as the cold breeze wrapped itself around the crew, causing the wind to whistle. Despite the waves crashing against their vessel, everyone on the deck remained calm and collected. A sharp gaze swept the boundless sea, and just as tension hung in the air, a vigilant crew member's voice pierced the clamor, pointing urgently to a mysterious vessel emerging from the left flank of their deck.

-Lord Katakuri!, Something's charging towards us with alarming speed!

Suddenly, sweet commander: Charlotte Katakuri swiftly unsheathed his weapon, the blade gleaming as it clashed against his opponent's. In the dance of combat, a fleeting glimpse of King emerged amidst the sparks that flew, The air crackled with tension as the combatants circled each other, the ship swaying beneath their every move. King, with his imposing stature and deadly demeanor, brandished his sword, its blade reflecting the moonlight. On the opposing side, Katakuri unleashed his trident, ready for the impending clash.

The next strike echoed like thunder, the clash of metal resonating over the roaring sea. Sparks erupted as their weapons collided, and the ship trembled in response to the force unleashed.

what is a bigmom pirate doing in these waters? King's sneer carried the weight of both disdain and curiosity as he skillfully blocked an impending attack.

"I have no interest in crossing blades with you, Wildfire," Katakuri retorted, his voice a low rumble, as he twisted his upper body in a fluid motion to disarm him. However, King, ever agile, sidestepped the move, taking a few calculated steps backward, his eyes never leaving katakuri

"Lies, why would you go after the vessel that me and my crew are tailing?" The question sliced through the tumultuous symphony of clashing waves. King's eyes contorted into a snarl. Without hesitation, he dealt another lightning-quick blow, the clash of steel echoing defiance in the face of the open sea. His movements were deliberate, each step a calculated advance toward a singular target – the neck, a focal point charged with impending consequence. The air buzzed with the electric intensity of their confrontation, a dance of blades set against the unpredictable backdrop of the rolling ocean.

As Katakuri suddenly withdrew his weapon, a subtle dance of confusion played across King's features. "The motives behind our pursuit of that navy ship are beyond your concern, Wildfire". The sudden shift in tactics left an air of unpredictability hanging between them.

"My aim was not to get your cargo; it was to retrieve the cargo that belongs to Mama," Katakuri reiterated, his gaze unwavering as he made the proposition for a temporary truce.

In the thoughtful silence that followed, King considered the pros and cons of the offer. Keeping in mind what would be more beneficial to his captain

The allure of avoiding a destructive conflict and the potential efficiency in safeguarding their cargoes resonated with the pragmatic side of the pirate commander. Focusing on their pursuits without the drain of battle could indeed be a strategic advantage, saving resources and time.

However, a cloud of uncertainty lingered over the cons. Trust, a precious and fragile commodity among pirates, loomed as a potential stumbling block. The volatile nature of pirate alliances and conflicting interests made establishing a genuine sense of trust a formidable challenge. The vague terms of the agreement added another layer of complexity, leaving room for interpretation and potential disputes in the future.

King's sigh echoed with the weight of his decision as he reluctantly agreed.

"Alright, I'll agree to this temporary truce, but the moment our paths split, so does the truce. Any suspicious behavior will be met with consequence," he declared, his gaze fixing on Katakuri with a lingering hint of suspicion. With the terms laid out, he turned to his crew, issuing orders that cut through the tension like a commandment. "Prepare the rudder and sails; we're entering a temporary truce."