Blox Fruits - The Icy Warriors

Chapter 3 - Pirate Starter

Captain Aery and Jeremy sailed Frostfire toward Pirate Starter Island, where the salty air carried whispers of adventure. The island sprawled like a haven for rogues, its docks bustling with bandits and pirates of every stripe. Aery's diamond-diamond strength hummed within him, and Jeremy's eyes darted from face to face, assessing friend or foe.

The bandits greeted them with grins and nods. One man, his eyes as sharp as a cutlass, approached Jeremy. "Who's your captain?" he asked, pointing toward Aery.

Jeremy hesitated, then nodded toward Aery. "Captain Aery," he said. "The one with the stolen diamond fruit."

The man grinned wider. "Aery, eh? Heard tales of your Gorilla King takedown. Impressive." He extended a hand. "Name's Kip. What's your ship like?"

Aery led Kip to Frostfire—a vessel of frost and dreams. Its hull bore scars from their labor, and its sails shimmered like the diamond fruit itself. Kip's eyes widened. "Beautiful," he said. "Mind if I take a closer look?"

But suspicion gnawed at Aery. Kip's gaze lingered too long on the ship's rigging. And then, in a heartbeat, Kip leaped aboard, unfurling the sails. Frostfire surged forward, leaving Aery and Jeremy stranded on the shore. Kip vanished into the horizon, their ship stolen.

Desperation clawed at Aery. He and Jeremy tried to swim after Frostfire, but their abilities had vanished—the diamond fruit's power no longer buoyed them. They sank, darkness closing in.

And then, a miracle. A pair of wings—angelic and iridescent—swept down. The medic, her eyes pools of compassion, lifted them from the depths. Her wings fluttered around them, weaving an aura of healing. "I'll use my awakening" She said with an annoyed expression, "what a waste" Aery woke on the shore, Jeremy beside him. A few minutes passed.

"There's no way off this island," Aery muttered, staring at the stolen horizon. "No way to chase Kip."

They searched for a way to gain money, But the quest giver appeared—a wizened figure with eyes like ancient scrolls. "Defeat the rogue bandits," he said. "Experienced and dangerous. Prove your mettle."

Aery accepted the challenge. He wiped out the rogues, each blow fueled by rage and loss. Frostfire was more than wood and sails—it was their dream, their freedom. And so, Aery fought, his diamond-diamond fists shattering their defenses.

Meanwhile, Jeremy took side quests—helping townsfolk, cleaning boats. Beli trickled in, and they pooled their earnings. A better boat—a sturdier vessel—beckoned. They scraped together 1000 Beli, leaving behind their humble two-seater with its single sail.

Their new ship, christened Wingspan, had room for another crewmate. The only thing it needed was protection against plungers and pirates. Aery and Jeremy set sail, determination in their eyes. Middle Town awaited—a crossroads of destiny.

As Wingspan cut through the waves, Aery whispered to the wind, "We'll find Frostfire, Jeremy. And Kip will pay."

And so, the Icy Warriors sailed—a crew born from frost, fueled by stolen power, and destined for redemption.