Eventually

Initially I wanted to just wait for the few minutes I expected Morgan to last with Alvida.

That was a bad plan. For over half an hour you could hear, what sounded more like wrestling match than sex until finally the sounds of struggle stopped and was replaced by Morgan panting and moaning for about five minutes, until he groaned.

To my surprise it didn't end then. Instead now it was Alvida who was moaning. Her moans increased in pitch and volume until I could hear her cum and just as I wanted to walk to the door it started again. This time there were two women's voices moaning. I thought about joining in, but reconsidered: Alvida had done the work of turning Morgan into a harem girl, she should be allowed to reap the benefits in peace.

So instead I went ahead and fucked Annaisha. After four times I saw the disadvantage of making the orgasms I caused multiplicatively ever stronger: The eight-times orgasm had her basically unresponsive for over a minute and afterwards she begged me to stop.

On the other side Morgan and Alvida were still going strong and loud.

I ended up falling asleep to the sound of an ass getting slapped in front of the shed.

“Tsuki?”

I was woken up by Alvida's voice. It was hoarse, which was no wonder, considering how long she had spent screaming. I opened my eyes. I was still laying in front of Morgan's shed. When I looked at the door I saw my girlfriend hanging onto the door for support.

I immediately rushed over and she let herself fall into my arms.

“Thank you for waiting for me... My legs will need a little until I can use them properly again.”

I laughed: “No problem. I wasn't alone and the grass here is comfortable. Why don't you take a seat and tell us the details?”

She looked at me with a grin: “And you won't get jealous?”

I was taken aback. Yes. I think I would normally, no ordinarily, I'd be jealous. In fact the first half hour, I had been plenty unhappy that Morgan was having sex with Alvida. But suddenly I was perfectly fine with not only them continuing but even doing so without feeling the need to make it about me!

“Why did ask?”

And now I could see how she had the same thought process, realizing, that since Morgan was now a harem girl, I was perfectly fine with her now sleeping with my girls.

“When you're aware of what's normal, it becomes really weird”, she concluded.

“It's awesome!”, Annaisha corrected sitting down next to us, “now, tell us the details!”

“Alright, alright”, Alvida relented.

“The start was a fucking chore!”

“How come?”

“He fucking insisted getting me wet, which nice sentiment and I'd usually really appreciate it, but there was absolutely nothing he could do for me. I had to basically beat him up, before he let me simply give him a titjob.

At least I got a good view of his room.”

“That explains we could hear at the start. Did you see anything interesting?”

“Sir, yes, sir”, she gave me a mock salute, “but seriously: She's definitely keeping a secret. The wall behind the bed is fake. If you pull away the bad you can open it up.”

I tried to come up with what the musician could possible be hiding, but only drew blanks.

“So after you gave him a titjob, what happened then?”, I changed the subject.

“She insisted on returning the favor and ate me out”, Alvida answered and even blushed.

Annaisha decided, she had finally listened enough and took an active role in the conversation: “It sounded, like she was good.”

Alvida just nodded with a blissful smile before answering: “Let's just say, you won't regret recruiting her into the harem.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.

“So... where is she?”, I asked her.

“Yeah... about that. I think we can go back to the ship for today. She was doing most of the work and just kept going, until the pure exhaustion of keeping on moving the entire time knocked her out. She's probably going to keep on sleeping until...”

Before she could finish Morgan proved to be not as out cold as Alvida had expected her to be.

“On this splendid day

I hear myself say:

' I'm so hungry, I'm wasting away!

Let's have a feast, I'll lead the waaayy!'”

The voice was the full bass, that Morgan had sung with during the music lessons and I questioningly turned to Alvida, who looked back just as confused, as Morgan burst out of her hut.

“TO LUCIA'S RESTAURANT!”

When hearing the voice I had feared, that Morgan had somehow turned back into a man.

What I witnessed instead was confusing for my cock: Morgan was a woman, about as tall as Alvida, though noticeably less … endowed. While her arms were only slightly thinner than Alvida's her tits and ass were nowhere near her goods. Of course, Alvida had the advantage of not only a devil fruit but also myself using my normality enhancing her body.

Morgan looked much more athletic, when she raised her arms her shirt lifted just enough to show well toned, pronounced abs.

That was in contrast with her voice, that seemed to be completely unchanged from before she had become a woman.

She continued to sing about the restaurant, while hopping and skipping over to us and grabbing Annaisha and I by the arms so we'd come along.

“Olive oil and antipasti, the peg is an art!

a bulb of garlic goes in the cannelloni,

Minced meat and tomatoes with maccaroni,

Maybe a flatbread topped with bologna,

there is no shortage of pepperoni.

My love, I know the menu by heart!”

She indeed lead us to a restaurant and with how loud she had been singing it wasn't surprising, that the cute waitress had already prepared.

She hugged Morgan in greeting, not the least bit fussed, about her sex change and lead her to a set table, only to apologize, when she realized, we were with her.

“Hello, I'm Lucia, I'll be serving you today!”, she turned to Morgan, “The usual for you?”

“You know what? How about just a big pot of spaghetti and maybe some cream sauce or maybe tomato sauce?”

Lucia ruffled Morgan's hair like she was a child: “Want to keep the price down, huh? Spaghetti for five with some sauce coming right up!”

She turned to go to the kitchen and just as she was going through the doorway she shouted back: “And your friends can pick up their part of the tab themselves!”

Morgan chuckled.

“So, why did you invite us here, Morgan?”, I finally spoke up.

“For lunch”, she gave the obvious answer, “Oh and I don't think going by Morgan is appropriate anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, no longer feel like the man I was yesterday... I mean literally. What do you think about Peggy?”

“I mean sure. As far as I can see it, it's completely normal that someone in your position could just change their name.”

Peggy leaned back relaxed.

“So what else is it you wanted to talk about with us?”, Annaisha asked, but before Peggy answered Lucia came back with a large plate and cutlery for us singing to the same tune Peggy had been when she lead us here:

“Enjoy sliced tomatoes with mozzarella,

I can bring wine up from my cellar.

You are all so hungry looking,

don't worry the noodles are already cooking.”

As she had said, the plate was full with slices of tomatoes and mozzarella laid alternatingly in a spiral.

“Thanks! You're the best!”, Peggy said while her fork was already on the way to her mouth.

After some chewing she continued: “And your improvisation is really coming a long way!”

“Please, it took me the entire time I was in the kitchen, to come up with those rhymes, while you fall out of bed and just freestyle a two minute song about my food!”

“Hey, maybe I've written it weeks ago. You don't know that!”

“Than you would've come in with your guitar.”

“... Mandolin”, Peggy admitted and Buggy detached his elbow to poke my side, as if recruiting Peggy wasn't the whole reason we were here.

I took a fork of tomato-mozzarella.

Okay maybe half the reason.

When Lucia was back in the kitchen Peggy finally answered Annaisha's question: “Ok. Here's the deal. You want me to join your crew, and because of that bet, I agreed to continue trying to recruit me. I don't want that to interfere with my duty as this island music teacher. However most of the time I spend awake is spent either holding lessons, not just the ones in the evening, but also private ones like Kinji's training to become a conductor, or preparing lessons.

So my proposal is this: You help me with the lessons and in turn you get to participate to a degree, that you allows you to try and curry favor with me and free up more time for me to talk with you.”

I thought for a moment: “So far that sounds good, but one: What kind of help do you need

and two: How about you hold your lessons within the scope of our circus show? That way the kids don't have to miss out.”

“I don't know how well that'd work. You see, if the kids went to your show, their parents probably want to come along and one of the jobs I'd like you to take over is a look-out, to warn us if the parents show up to the lessons.”

We all looked at her in confusion and so she elaborated: “The lesson you witnessed yesterday was a show. One of the kids was keeping watch and told us six adults were coming our way so we dug up the old flash cards, I pretended to have told the story of the rat-catcher of Havlum and we just had a jam-session.

Now that I know, that you're pirates I'm no longer worried about you calling me out on my curriculum. I mean if you tried I and all the kids would just call you liars.

Other things you could help me with is making sure the instruments are all in ship shape, you can go over new songs and lyrics with me and of course your crew can provide sparring partners.”

I wanted to ask about that, but Peggy shushed me, because Lucia was coming with a large bowl that seemed to weight about ten kilos, filled to the brim with long thin noodles.

Spaghetti for five.

“Don't worry! Sauce is coming!”, she shouted almost apologetically while running back to the kitchen.

She returned with two smaller bowls. One was filled with a sauce that contained minced meat, tomatoes, onions and peppers. The other was a cream-sauce with pieces of ham and bacon. Both sauces had a healthy aroma of garlic on them.

Before you could say thank you Lucia was already back in the kitchen.

She returned with two more bowls. One had a tomato sauce, that was rich with various herbs, mostly basil and oregano. The other smelled like it had garlic as a basis and I saw shrimps, calamari and scallops swimming in there.

Lucia set them down and explained: “Hash-sauce, charburner style, vegan and finally seafood special. Dig in and call me if you need anything else.”

While it wasn't close to as good as the food at the Baratie had been, It was still nothing short of delicious. “Food for body and soul”, as Peggy put it.

“So... what is it you're hiding?”

“I'm pretty sure I already told you? At least some of it. There rest you'll see this evening.”

“No I meant literally”, I clarified, “Alvida noticed a secret compartment behind your bed.”

Peggy thought for a moment.

“Are you paying?”

Lucia offered each of us a sake on the house, as she moved away the leftovers. Then, when we confirmed, that we'd be staying for a few days, she gave us four large boxes, designed to keep their contents warm.

“Please bring the boxes and the bowls back and be careful not to spill anything.

Now you've had 15 glasses of wine, two glasses of juice plus the food let's just make it an even 40,000 Bery for all of it together.”

“Yeah, but it's normal, that when it's not the absolute best food I've ever eaten, it's on the house.”

“Oh”, Lucia said and turned to leave, but Peggy stopped her: “No, Lucia, it's on me.”

She chuckled.

“That's really nice of you, but I don't think you have 40,000 Bery.”

Peggy checked her pockets but could only produce 12,310 Bery.

“Guess I'm opening a tab.”

“Stop it.”

“No! … Just let me talk to my friends a bit.”

“What's your problem?”, Buggy finally decided to take part in the conversation having been busy with the food and drinks, “Are you trying to be flashy? You could have eaten for free!”

Before Peggy opened her mouth I could already tell, that this was about something different.

“Listen: Lucia is already running this restaurant like a charity. Those 40,000? That's pretty much cost price. Unless she explicitly knows her costumer is loaded and an asshole, she never charges enough to actually turn a profit.

She basically lives off of tips and spends most of those on giving out free food to those who are even poorer than she is.

And the likes of you, who have no problem abusing her charity.”

That felt bad.

And not just because Peggy was less likely to join us, when we were being assholes.

“Wow, to you and her we must really seem like monsters, but you have to excuse Buggy.”

“Why?”

“You see, he's kind of used to the fact, that it is normal for nice people, who give us something for free, to somehow end up with enough money, to never have to worry about it again. We're just used to just accepting gifts and the universe rewarding those, who gave them to us”, I placated her.

“Are you joking?”, was her deadpan response.

Quite obviously she didn't believe me.

“Hey, when I'm telling the truth, and not trying to deceive someone, it's normal that they believe me. I'm telling you: If you let Lucia have us have this food on the house, she'll somehow end up with all the money she could want.”

“Fine. But I better see her getting some of it, before you're leaving.”

With that we left the restaurant and went back to Peggy's shed. She pushed the bed aside, but stopped to face us before opening the secret compartment: “So... what do you guys know about anarchy?”

Not the least bit bothered by our blank stares, she yanked the compartment open and presented us with...

a guitar.

Admittedly it was the fanciest guitar I had ever seen: It was a flat thing with plug for a microphone cable at the bottom.

Annaisha sharply drew in air and I assumed it was because of the design of the guitar: The corpus was the wanted poster of a busty woman with a purple bob-cut who was wearing an open red jacket with a high collar. Her right arm reached out of the poster and was holding a flag, forming the fingerboard.

Bellow her prominent tits the wanted poster displayed her name and bounty, though due to the shape of the guitar, the bounty was cut off at the beginning and the end so it read: “Belo Betty

7,000,0”

Judging by the font size the actual bounty was at least 107,000,000.

“You're a revolutionary?”, Annaisha asked.

Peggy thought longer about her answer, than I expected.

“It's complicated. I guess I used to be one. When I was a kid I was really mean. Like really mean. Like committing so much arson, it ended a civil war.”

“What?”

She produced a bounty poster from the secret compartment. The person on the picture wore a mask, was still easily identified as her, even though it was at least ten years old. It showed her as a teenager. A trumpet was at her hip, like a holstered gun and on her back was a trombone like others would carry a bazooka. However that wasn't what this brave photographer had focused on.

In the picture Peggy was standing in the midst of an inferno, what seemed to be courtyard of a burning castle and she was swinging a soldier, who looked to be twice her weight at his comrades like a flail.

“'Great Fire' Peggy

20,000,000 Bery”

Peggy looked at it and shrugged: “I thought ''Great Fire' Morgan' had a nice ring to it. Ah, well. Can't be helped.”

I was shocked for a second, when I realized, that “changing their name” had Peggy allowed to change all mentions of her to now depict her new name!

Than I remembered, that with just as much effort I had changed both her and my sex.

“What the fuck are you doing here then?”

“I take it, you're not in mood for the long version?”

Buggy left.

“Fine. So. The incident where my bounty photo was taken was not the first time I lit a fire, that burnt down most of the city the Revolutionaries were trying to free. And it wasn't even the last time. Of course the Revolutionaries had tried reprimanding me. Verbally and with various forms of punishment later on, but nothing really worked.

And during a big operation, that was meant to free two entire countries, while the World Government was busy with Gol D. Rogers execution, I blew it big time.

When the news of what I had done reached the country of Yusia our support was basically gone in an instant.

I was locked up for two weeks, just so they wouldn't kill me the instant they saw me in their anger. When the others finally calmed down enough to resist the urge to hit me on sight, they made a choice: They didn't want to exclude me, because that would go against their ideals, but as long as I was the way I was, I simply couldn't be allowed to be a part of the Revolutionaries.

So they brought me here as a test: They left me here and told me, they'd come back in two years. If I had managed to keep a low enough profile, so the marines wouldn't pick me up and throw me into Impel Down, I was fine to rejoin.

About a week later I was tremendously lucky: I had gotten myself into a fight with a band of slavers. Just in time for the marines, who were sent to crack down on Shanty Town, to see me fighting pirates, before I got knocked out.

One interrogation later and the responsible vice-admiral decided to let me go, since he believed me, that I was no pirate, and were fighting them, because they were taking slaves.

And so I thought, maybe I could stay here. Just close my eyes, finger in the ears and hunker down, until I'm picked up.

Until the marines came through here two weeks later again, you know because”, she gestured vaguely to the sea, “the archipelago.

And I just couldn't keep still.

I snuck aboard one of the ships and when they arrived I got busy. I put up some graffiti, put some sugar in some concrete, and sang some... critical... songs.

And then I was beat up. The marine who did it is now my girlfriend...

That was probably too short... Well she noticed me and went to stop me. After she **** some restraint on me, we got to talking and she found out about how I fought those slavers not two weeks ago and she offered me to join the marines.

I basically laughed in her face and reminded her, that the main buyers were the world nobles.

And that actually gave her pause, but she gave me one important question: Who needs to be stopped first, the slavers or their customers?

After all it's not those moneybags themselves, who are snatching the people from the streets.

Sure the marines allow a lot of evil, but it's mostly pirates who are committing evil.

Like that we almost talked for an hour and ended up agreeing to disagree and she sent me back here.

From then on we'd run into each other a few more times, agreeing more and more.

I now understand, that not all who act complicity are supportive of the evils of the world government and she understood just how rotten the institution she's working for really is.”

“And that's working?”, Alvida asked incredulously.

“To be honest, not to well. Until yesterday I was still pretending it could, and she presumably still is, but at the end of the day, I'm a revolutionary and she's a reformer. I want to smash the system she wants to improve.”

“So now you're just waiting for your old friends to pick you up?”, Annaisha questioned.

“We're you not listening? They came about two years after dropping me off and offered me to rejoin. But at that point I had already become the music teacher.

The parents saw me as the poster citizen: fights slavers, is in relationship with a marine and keeps the culture of the island alive.

All the while I can teach these kids not just music, but all the things the government tries to suppress.”

“That really sounds like brainwashing!”, Annaisha objected.

“Okay, firstly: If anything it would be indoctrination and second: Can you really call it indoctrination, if all I'm doing is teaching them to stand up for themselves and the oppressed in the world?”

“That sounds really lovely, but that's just what you say you're doing! To me it still sounds, like you're just riling these kids up against their parents.”

“Of course I'm riling these kids up! You can't tear down tyrants, without anger at their atrocities! But why would I turn them against their parents? By the time it is their time to rise their parents will no longer be able to stop them! Or do you also want to accuse me of sending children onto the battlefield!

Sorry to disappoint, but the Revolutionaries don't employ CPs.”

Annaisha wanted to counter, but I stopped her: “How about for now we actually look at what Peggy's lesson looks like?”, before Annaisha could voice the obvious problem, I continued, “After all it is normal that when a Harem Girl performs an investigation or an inspection, the people she's looking into are unable to hide whatever the Harem Girl is looking for.”

The next hours were spent having sex with Alvida, watching Peggy make a new sock-puppet, having sex with Annaisha, watching Peggy make a new sock-puppet and having sex with Peggy, while she was still on that sock-puppet (she was really not good at it).

It probably didn't help, that I kept distracting her. Three times she turned to me to talk to me only to watch my cock hammer first into Alvida's ass and then in Annaisha's pussy and she decided to pull down her pants and go to work there instead.

The third time I took a more active approach to shut her up by filling her mouth with my dick, which she was appreciative of. She sucked me off and then spread her legs, so I could hammer her into the ground, while she was finishing up her crafts there.

Then I took a break and wondered the village for a little bit.

I saw Lucia negotiating with a man, who had just arrived with a freight ship, as she had just read through a sheet of paper he had given her.

“That's not... These ingredients go bad in a month!”

“You're getting a massive discount on the shipment, just please take it off our hands!”

“How am I supposed to use that up in just one month? Even if there was a festival I'd barely use half of it! I simply can't afford it!”

“Come on, please! We're talking one tenth of the normal market value!”

Lucia thought for a moment.

“You're asking me, to bail you, the biggest food merchant on this half of the Grand Line, out on your fuck up. To do that, even at on twelfth of market value would take basically all of my savings.

Fine. Here is my offer!”

She crossed out the contract he had given her and scribbled something on the backside.

He only took a glance before starting to sign it.

“Did you read it properly?”

“Yes you're paying...”, he paled as he started to read it properly.

“You can still toss it. But after today I really feel the need to renegotiate your rates.”

You could practically see him go through all five stages of grief followed by a short burst of him audibly calculating, until he ended up... relieved?

His salesmen smile was back: “How about this: This shipment is one fifteenth of the normal price and your regular shipments at one quarter, but if we ever have another surplus, you'll take it at one fifteenth as well!”

“You better don't make a habit out of it! I won't take a surplus for more than 20,000,000 in a year and I get to use store credit for taking the surplus. I'm not taking a bank loan to compensate your mistakes.”

The man held his hand for her to shake. As soon as she took it dozens of men hurried off of his freighter carrying crates and within minutes the entire ship was emptied into Lucia's cellar.

I decided, that after Peggy's music lesson, we'd go here to eat again, even if that would mean paying.

Alvida, Annaisha and I were sitting behind the children watching the puppet-show. Buggy was helping, which Peggy greatly appreciated, since his Devil Fruit allowed him to easily move all the puppets independently. This way Peggy could focus on the voices and the music.

The kids were happy that a few of the crewmen were keeping watch, which meant none of them had to miss out.

The puppet-theater was a rendition of “Sora, warrior of the sea”, though it was much more cynical. The hero, Sora now had a boss “Gokusen” who every time Sora was about to easily safe the day would call him on the phone and forbid him to.

“It's over Poison Pink! Now that you're in cuffs, you can't stop me from disarming your poison bomb and the drinking water for the orphanage will remain safe and clean!”

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“Sora, warrior of the sea?”

“SORA! DID YOU CATCH POISON PINK ALREADY?!”

“Yes, Admiral Gokusen, well almost! I've got Poison Pink here in hand cuffs and I'm almost done disarming”

“DON'T YOU DARE TOUCHING THAT POISON BOMB! THE KING WANTS TO EXPAND HIS PALACE AND HE CAN'T DO THAT, WHILE THOSE DAMN KIDS ARE IN THE WAY!”

“But”

“NO BUTTS! TURN POISON PINK IN TO THE LOCAL GARRISON, RIGHT NOW!”

As Sora was called away to a different mission Stealth Black broke Poison Pink out of prison.

The next scene had Sora on shore leave on Fishmen-Island, when he notices a plot to **** the King of the fishmen.

“Admiral Gokusen, you have to send CP here immediately! There is a plot here to kill King Pentune!”

“WHAT? THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT! IT SHOULD BE A COUP, NOT AN ****! THE PLAN IS TO INSTALL THE OWNER OF 'SLAVES'N'CHAINS' AUCTION HOUSE AS THE NEW KING!”

“We have to stop them!”

“NO SORA, YOU ARE ON VACATION! YOU SIT TIGHT!”

“Are you going to send”

“ADMIRAL GOKUSEN OUT!”

So Sora tries to foil the plot on his own, but is unable to pin down Stealth Black. Until he receives from another enemy of his: Arlong of the Sun-Pirates.

They work together and as Sora lures Stealth Black into the water Arlong easily finds him.

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“SORA, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?”

“But Admiral, I couldn't just do nothing!”

“WELL IF YOU'RE WORKING YOU CAN TAKE DOWN THE PIRATE ARLONG!”

“But he just helped me capture Stealth Black.”

“HE OBSTRUCTED GOVERNMENT OPERATIONS! USE LETHAL **** AND IF YOU CATCH HIM ALIVE THROUGH HIM RIGHT INTO THE LOWEST LEVEL OF IMPEL DOWN!”

“Yes, Admiral!”

And with that Sora ever the good Marine ran after Arlong, until the curtain fell.

Annaisha looked at Peggy sceptically: “That story was worse propaganda than the original comics!”

To my surprise Buggy defended Peggy: “I'm not saying they were based on a true story, but have you heard of Gray Terminal?”

“The slums of Goa?”, Alvida remembered.

“Yes. There once was a huge fire about fifteen years ago. The official story was, that it was the doing of the Bluejam Pirates. But every outlaw, who was around at the time knows the truth: A world noble was coming and so the royals of Goa wanted Gray Terminal gone. It was they who hired Bluejam to burn it down and **** the inhabitants. We know this, because for weeks beforehand they would brag about it to everybody, who wasn't a resident. About how soon they would all be nobles.

And then the Revolutionary army was there. Maybe they had planned to **** the world noble or something. What they did instead was saving thousands of refugees.

Pirates might be violent robbers, but at least we're not royals!”

“...Surely that's an exception!”

“Have you ever heard the phrase Buster Call or the name Ohara? Ohara was an Island famous for being a hub of knowledge. Then one day the World Government claimed, that the academics there were terrorists and launched an attack on the entire island. It was called the Buster Call. Five Vice-Admirals with ten warships bombed the island into oblivion. The ship with the refugees was sunk to ensure none of the academics would survive.

Lastly over two hundred deserters, marines who either refused to **** civilians or wanted to resign after partaking were killed as well.

What could these bookworms possibly have plotted, to justify that?”

“Well Arlong was a slaver!”

“WHAT!?”, Peggy seemed more angry than surprised, “And you tell me now?!”

“I mean, we didn't really pay attention to”

“I was working on it for HOURS and you didn't even mention what Arlong was up to these days? I mean I knew, he must've been a bastard, after all he was in consideration to be a Shichibukai, but I never would have thought a former Sun Pirate would actually take slaves.”

She was so deflated and disappointed in herself, for presenting Arlong as the good guy, that I kind of felt bad for her.

Alvida either noticed or felt the same and started to console her: “Annaisha was actually exaggerating, when she said Arlong took slaves.”

“What?”

“Well, he didn't abduct people to sell or work for him. He just prevented them from leaving and extorted money from them.”

“You're saying all he did was playing king? There's like four kingdoms in paradise alone, that are way worse. In Wenlan every citizen older than five has to work for the crown one day of the week for free and then they still have to pay tolls to use the roads.

In Drum the king ordered all but twenty doctors killed so his people had to petition and pay him, if they were six and Nefertari Cobra's grandfather was infamous for using Rain-powder and selling the water to his own population.

Aside from keeping them captive that's basically just taxes.”

“I feel like that's not quite right...”, I said mostly to myself.

“Time for an intro in theory of social studies! Who here can tell me the difference between a state and a society?”

The kids immediately perked up at being asked and shouted their answers over each other.

“A state is bigger!”

“A state is tied to the place!”

Until finally a girl raised her hand and gave the right answer: “A state is codified.”

“Very good Yuki. Can you explain, what that means?”

“A society is basically any longterm assembly of people. A ship's crew, our town, this class. However a state is a society that has firmly defined both its makeup and the rules for its members.”

“Are you sure? Does that mean a marine ship is a state? No, let me solve it: A state is an organisation to govern an otherwise sovereign society. The marine ship can't claim to be independent and even pirate crews are dependent on unequal interactions with others: They do not produce anything so without robbery they can not survive.

Contrast that to our village here: We have a few farmers, a few carpenters, Lucia's restaurant and if you want to stretch it me. We are by no means self-sufficient. However what we lack we can trade for on theoretically equal grounds. We sell goods and buy goods.

Than on to the next part: Now that we established, that our little village could be a state, why do we not have a government with a king at the top?

To figure that out, let's first discuss, what is the purpose of a government?”

There was almost an hour of discussion until the consent was reached, that governments were good for large states, where public matters were so complex and work intensive, that it would be nearly impossible for them to be handled entirely by the ordinary people in their free time and therefor a group of people would make it their work to handle the matters that would be of public concern, from building streets to organizing the defense of the state from attack.

This in turn explained the idea behind taxes: Those who worked for the government had less time to do paying work, but no doubt deserved to be compensated for their work. And so the state has a law that all citizens pay up to finance their government.

Which left the question on where kings came from.

And here it became odd.

The theoretical advantage of a singular head of state was faster reactions in times of crisis compared to large committees.

There was no logical reason for nations to be ruled by kings by default.

In fact they often were not seen as part of the state, but rather as the owners of the state.

The position of most kings was not justified by their use, but by the World Nobles. Which was even worse.

The the World Nobles 900 years ago got to decide which family would practically own which country, because they had been the kings before them. How they got to be kings was forbidden knowledge.

I no longer understood, how the Revolutionary Army was such a new phenomenon.

I asked Peggy as much after the lesson, which after the discussion had another round of musical training. Instead of a jam-session it was much more technical. Peggy had the kids play variations on a simple melody, which soon became unrecognizable, being played in a different key, flipped, backwards and at a different speed.

When the sun was down I helped Peggy tidying up.

“How are there only revolutionaries just now?”

“Gave you something think, didn't I? The answer is a little complex. For one: There were revolutionaries in the past. Of course the World Government does their best to sweep these under the rug of history. To my knowledge is Wano the only kingdom, that never was part of the World Government. All others, like Kamabakka were part of the World Government and seceded after a successful revolution.

More important is however, that the average person will not revolt, unless they think they don't have to.”

“That sounds... wrong?”

“Really? Imagine yourself as an ordinary citizen. Shouldn't be hard, since you already are as normal as it gets. You have your job, you get paid for. Maybe a family you care for. Paying taxes to your king is just part of your life. Maybe you are angry, that you get nothing out of paying taxes but what would revolution mean to you? It would mean risking the life of not just yourself, but all of your friends for what?

If you've lived an ordinary life you might not even know about the great injustices, that the World Government is committing, so to you it would only be about a few thousand Bery a year in taxes.

You however are a pirate. Tell me: If you were a bad captain and one of your crewmen was stronger than you, what would happen.”

“I'd probably go for a swim for the rest of my life.”

“Exactly. On a pirate ship might makes right. A pirate captain stays in command, as long as he can hold onto command. Therefore a pirate would not understand, why other people would tolerate ****, when they could fight back. That's why you're the captain, isn't it? Because you are stronger than anybody else on the crew.”

“Actually, I'm pretty sure Buggy and Alvida could easily beat my ass. I mean sure I could use me secret technique to defeat them, but Buggy still doesn't believe in it, so it's not like I could threaten him with using it.”

This gave Peggy pause.

“Really... You know, I'd like to have word with your crewmen. Some one on one conversations.”

“I could start sending them over right away.”

“Great.”

Whatever Peggy asked them, it could not have been to difficult to answer. By the time I had told the guys at the ship to go over to Peggy, Alvida already came back.

“What did she ask you?”

“The only question that matters.”

She picked me up and carried me to my bed while kissing me.

As I freed my dick and she unleashed her tits I needed to know one last thing: “What do you think,