"Have ye eva 'eard o' the tale o' newfound riches? The one that has somethin' ta do wit' 'Rainbow Scales' from a bunch o' human-esqué fishes?" Said the now retired but still rather notorious Pirate by the name of Treacherous Timothy. He stands at a amazing 6'2, his stature is muscular and full of various scars and bullet holes. Nowadays, he serves as a informant and local storyteller. Seeing almost every head slowly shake no, he chucks a quiet laugh and gives an eye roll. "Well all o' ya ol' scrubs are in fer a treat... So listen closely fer I ain't one ta repeat: Thar be Mermaids or Sirens that occupy an island close ta the Bermuda Triangle. Rumours 'ave it that it be so Supernaturally active that ships disappear along wit' an' entire crew... No man 'as come back alive..." "Hmph..." A scoff leaves the Keeper at Skull Keep, his crimson eyes finding Timothy. "Close to the Bermuda ya say...? Give me at least two an' a half months an' I'll be back with these supposed 'Rainbow Scales'..." No words leave everyone else as they watch this jovial but magnetically tenacious ash blonde set down a empty mug, now dropping a few gold coins before exiting. He stops between the doors, now looking over his shoulder. "Hah, then it'll be me with a story to tell...~" And he takes his leave. But if only he knew what his future encounter held in store for him... ___________________________________ DISCLAIMER: So I just own the edits and plotline and some of the supporting characters within this story.

A soft beep erupted as the next minute had struck on a pretty fancy smart watch with a rust red coloured band. The screen lit up to show the time in which were in a reddish glow. "Oh shit! It's 11:11!" An excited gasp leaves the Soft Rock Boi, Kirishima, his eyes blinking closed, he clasps his hands together, now proceeding to make his wish. This baffles his bestie, leaving the ash blonde to stare at him almost dumbfounded. "What the hell are ya wishin' for, Hair-For-Brains?" A soft chuckle leaves the sharp mouthed redhead, his pallous cheeks seeming to turn a shade of rose pink, his soft crimson gaze found his feet before looking to Bakugou. He unclamps his hands and reaches for his, he gently takes it and brings it to his face, he softly nuzzles his hand, just causing the ash blonde to stare with wide eyes. "Heh... more like 'who', for I wished for you~" ___________________________________ Brought to you by the Rainbow Powered Ass that is me. uwu ___________________________________ DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NO PHOTOS NOR THE EFFING CHARACTERS! KAY? KAY.

"You know what they say privates?" Chimes a rather easy going redhead as he paces back and forth in front of his platoon. "N-No...?" He stops and turns towards his lot of soldiers in the making, he smirks before chucking a laugh. "That there's something in the heart of the battlefield... Well when you're out and about in it." The lot stare quizzically at the man who embodies their ideals of what it means to be a soldier. He holds up one hand, his index finger pointing to the sky, he takes in some air before saying: "That there is Gold in the Fog somewhere~" "What does that even mean...?" Being cryptic, he turns his back towards them and stares into the golden sun before softly shrugging. "To each man and woman, it means different, but just know that like the recherché metal itself, it's meaning is absolutely priceless."