Cocoyasi Village is the village on Conomi Islands where Nami, as well as her sister, Nojiko, grew up with Bell-mère. This village is also the closest place to Arlong Park. Famous for their tangerines Cocoyasi Village is a small merchant village, which lies in the heart of the Conomi Islands Archipelago. For it's size the village is rather prosperous for mass exporting tangerines to Goa Kingdom.
1. Heat Wave - Due to the blistering heat, you body has gone into a state of heat exhaustion, lessening your character's athletic abilities by [-25 STM]
2. Dehydrated - Due to a lack of clean water, you've fallen into the beginning stages of dehydration, as such your reaction time has slowed due to your lack of focus [-25 SPD]
3. Hunting Season - Sea Kings have awakened from their hibernation, and they are hungry! [Increased Sea King Encounters]
Additional Information.
RUMMAGE REWARDS
Large Gold Chest x 1
CIVILIANS FOUND HERE
Townsfolk Mayor Chabo - Mayor Father Gozen - Priest Yoshimori - Expert Fishermen Yoshiyuki - Apprentice Fishermen
Pulling up ashore on the sandy beaches of Cocoyasi Village Odysseus had reached his destination safely. Sailing through rough seas and brutal currents in order to reach the Conomi Islands. It was hot here, Odie was sure of that, using his headband as a bandanna, to stop this wild hair from falling in his face. He would hop in the water, tugging his raft onto the beach here he could dock it. "So I made it, I can finally lay low for a bit." He would mutter to himself, his toes crushing the sand beneath them. See Odie had fled as a captive of the Marines, an aspiring pirate and swashbuckler, Odysseus started his journey just like any other epic novel protagonist, confused, hungry, and broke.
"God damn I'm starving..." His stomach would groan signalling to him just how bad the situation for him was. He needed to think of something. Plopping down criss-cross apple sauce the young sailor would plot. He didn't have squat on him, he'd just escaped from jail. But if only he had a knife he could rob someone. But then He'd have to flee the island again. Odysseus' face would turn red with frustration. "I got it~!" he would proclaim excitedly kicking up the sand around where he sat. "Imma get a job!" The young pirate would say, turning over a new leaf. As his life of crime would take him down a new more humble path. Thankfully the Marine's never managed to snap a picture of good ole' Odysseus. So he with his 1 million belly bounty could blend into society under a new name.
But what to pick? The barefooted man would think rubbing his chin questionably marching into town. A quiet village teeming with life as well as opportunity. Odysseus was completely oblivious to the wacky and eccentric friends he would meet here on his journey to find the One Piece....
The morning was bright and the sun was hot, another day in Cocoyasi of course, every day was hot. A young lass roamed the beach with little joy at the moment, she wanted to go swimming, but warnings from the villagers about the sea king's that had woken recently kept her from enjoying the cool waters. She had instead settled for letting the cool salt water lap at her feet and relax her. Red eyes squinted into the distance as she would spot what she knew to be a boat, someone was on it. Narrowing her eyes in question she'd wade out a little further, the sand sucked at her feet as she would get up to her knees into the cool water. She could make out a lone figure on the boat, so it wasn't a real invader, that was always good. Shura would turn back around and wade out of the water, running quickly towards where she had abandoned her shoes further up on the beach she'd be a noticeable sight to anyone, her long ruby red hair made it impossible for her not to be noticed, "I must inform the mayor." she murmured to herself as she would jump up the small cobblestone wall and head into the village to tell the villagers of a newcomer.
Setting out from over the hill of piling sand dunes the tall blondish, silver haired man stood. Behind him the marketplace center of the village, where the mayor usually tended to sleep in public. The blonde man would stand by the point in where the village grass would turn to sand. Watching Shura climb over the cobblestone wall, she would plop down before him."In a rush Shura-chan?"He would say with his pleasant smile focusing in on the red headed girl. Gozen was the resident monk on the village, he'd recently come here from Amazon Lily. Father Gozen had a rather special mission granted by the Queen of Amazon Lily herself. He was what was known as The Herald while they were many heralds soured throughout the sea. Gozen was the herald of East Blue. There task, harbor Kuja women who have come of age, then return them after their fertilization period.
"Where are you off to so early in the morning?"The kuja would say, It was rather interesting as to how Gozen was in fact a member of the tribe while still being a male. But he'd brought Shura here... To Cocoyasi Village in order to find her mate. Shura, as well as the other girls should have been here for about a year or so. It was hard to say when their journey from Deep within the Grand Line began and ended, but one thing was for sure. They were not without loss. In the man's firm but gentle hands, a compass, and a bouquet of flowers.
An easy jump up the cobblestone and a light landing would bring her to be shadowed by someone taller than her. Red eyes glanced up to see the silver haired and light skinned man that had originally brought her here. Standing up straight her sweater a completely unnecessary item to be wearing was dusted off from the sand that had blown onto it from the sea breeze. She'd hear the man's minor question before she'd offer him a pleasant smile, Gozen had brought her and a few other women from Amazon Lily out to breed so they could bring more children back to the island. Shura knew the purpose of being here, but that didn't mean she just wanted to spawn and then go straight back. She wanted to explore more than anything, then probably go back after a while, she believed she was too young to just go raising kids all her life. Some of the other Kuja girls were perfectly okay with that, but she wanted to live a little first. At his questions she'd nod her head, "Yes, I was coming to find you and then the Mayor." she stated softly, her voice a light bell tone that was pleasant on the ears, "Someone, I think a male is approaching the island on a lone boat." she'd indicate the beach behind her where the boat was approaching, "I thought to warn the villagers just in case." she mumbled before glancing down at Gozen's hands, "What's that?" she questioned barely taking too much notice of the flowers, but finding interest in the metal object in his hand. Shura had been effectively distracted from the situation of the person who had come to the island.
Raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow, Gozen would be taken by surprise by Shura’s declaration. Normally Gozen wouldn’t think much of a man coming ashore. But with a tiny boat he was either shipwrecked or a good for nothing pirate. And with East Blue’s seas filled with pirates, sea kings, and all other manner of undesirables the village people have had their fair share of troubles."Perhaps it was for the best that you saw me first, I don’t want the villagers getting riled up, especially over some lost fishermen."Tomoe would say before heading down to the shoreline to check things out for himself.”You said there was only one right? Nothing that two capable Kuja cannot handle...”He would announce beckoning Shura to come along. His long white robes dragging along the sand. Upon reaching where the suspect had docked they’d find nothing but a beaten raft and a couple of foot prints left in the sand.
”Take a look at these foot prints, they lead toward the tangerine garden, perhaps it was one of the children?”
The robed man would say flicking open his compas.”I won’t lie and say that the situation still interests me...He would then focus his compas in the SW direction. Facing toward Amazon Lily.”Today marks the 1 year anniversary of the day we came to this Island. Today I take time to remember Yoon and all the other who lost their lives on the way...”He would mutter, it was no secret that Gozen had lost his mate Yoon to the sea during the voyage. The world lost a light that day, and Gozen hadn’t been the same ever since. Dropping roses and all sorts of wild flower into the sea, Gozen would begin uttering prayers.”But go on child, life is for the living. I shall remain here if you seek me...”
The priest would say in the middle of dropping offerings and lighting ceremonial candles.
It wasn't an uncommon thing for Yuan to wander around the island alone. In the few weeks he'd been in Cocoyasi had found a very secluded area not at all far from the Town, easily reachable by a short boat ride and completely devoid of anyone who might bother him due to the increased Sea King Activity. The sounds of the ocean water splashing against the shore and whatever loose rock formations stretched along it were soothing, to the Fishman. He sits in a meditative pose on a giant stone in the middle of a swirling pool shaded by tangerine trees . Yuan clears his mind of all earthly connections as he'd been taught in his youth, focusing on the sounds around him. The swaying of the trees, the slight stir of the pools, and even the occasional movement of the native wildlife. Yuan begins to recite his grandfathers teachings as he stretches.
Empty you mind,be formless,shapeless like water. If you put water into a cup,it becomes the cup.You put water in a bottle and it becomes the bottle. That water can flow,or it can crash. Be like water Yuan,you must be able to function in any scenario you are thrown into and you should react accordingly. You should now when to speed up or slow down,when to expand and when to contract,when to remain flowing and when to crash. It is the awareness that both life and battle can be shapeless and ever changing that allows one to be able to adapt to those changes instantaneously and bring forth the appropriate solution. You must become unpredictable, strike from your subconscious mind, let your moves flow out of your individual essence. Even the most masterful opponent will fall from a strike that has no history or reference
While repeating the mantra Yuan stands and begins to practice his form. Both arms are placed symmetrically in front of the his body, the palms flattened and held upwards, as if being centered to hold something. Yuan continues to recite his lessons as he goes thru his basic forms pushing and pulling the water with his movements. Water is the element of change. Those with an affinity for water are more intune with the flow of the bodies spirit energy. Defense can become their offense, turning their opponents' own forces against them. This is the essence of Seiryū no BukensadAzure Dragon's Martial Fist).
Out to sea with his grandpa, a teenage boy would man the fishing lines as he was told. It was nearly trading season with the Goa Kingdom and Yoshiyuki was determined to defeat his rival fishermen from Orange Town.
"Oi ojin-san, Do you really think we'll be able to catch 200 fish before the competition?"
The boy would say, holding on to his stiff bamboo fishing rod. His arms were getting tired and he wanted to go back to the village. It was about sunset and they'd been at it all day. From is side of the boat, he'd already caught about 3 fish, enough to feed himself for a week. He knew his grandpa had caught some too, but he wasn't really focused on him.
"WHY DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING STUPID JIJI!"
He would shout realizing that his grandpa had fallen asleep on his side of the boat with his rod in his hand.... Typical.
Refocusing on his task at hand, Yoshiyuki would feel a ferocious tug at his line, he'd got a bite! Springing into action, the young man would try and reel the fish in, but that's when he felt the waves turning beneath him.
"Woa Woah~!"
He would mutter trying to regain his barrings on the boat, the waves were approaching 5 or 6 feet, while they didn't mind the usual 3 footers once the ocean began throwing waves double the size at you... you should heed the warning. As his grandfather would seek of returning to shore...
Yoshiyuki's eyes would squint toward the horizon. A small foating pile of sand barely fitting of the title island. From here it seemed that there was the silhouette of a man, physically pushing the sea...
Out to sea with his grandson, Yoshimori was doing his favorite past time, catching some good zzz's in the sun.
Well that was before he was rudely awakened by a screeching monkey...
"You're so cruel Yoshiyuki-san, what if you have me a heart attack with your yelling. Betcha you'd be sorry then..."
The old man would groan, coming back to his senses. They were preparing for the Goa Kingdom fishing championship, and Yoshiyuki had dedicated his entire summer to practicing for it. But being older and wiser, Yoshimori knew that his grandson was taking things a bit too seriously. Yoshimori had been alive when his father had begun the tradition of the championship perhaps 40 or 50 years ago. It was all meant to be in good fun, but you know the youth... they take everything too far.
"Looks like you've got a bite Yoshiyuki. Remember don't pull at her too hard, you'll scare off the fish~"
Suddenly and almost randomly the waves began to kick up, sending their small little fishing boat bouncing across the waves. Nearing his 80's Yoshimori wasn't as sea faring as he once was... and Yoshiyuki knew this. Bracing himself by holding on to his grandson first, then the thick fold of his boat second. The old man pondered if a storm was coming.
"The waves are kicking up son, perhaps we'd best call it a day."
But that was when Yoshiyuki pointed something out to him, unfortunately the old geezer was near sighted, he couldn't even see the grim reaper if he was 10 feet away from him. And his glasses didn't really help... that much.
"What?! I can't see anything Yoshiyuki was is it?!"
Shura would stare at the male as he spoke about her not going into town and riling up the villagers, she grimaced and opened her mouth as if to say something. It closed just as quickly as Gozen reassured her and it seemed she had thought better of it, "Okay, I'll just keep an eye on him then." she'd state with a light nod. The red-haired lass followed behind Gozen her arms behind her with her fingers tangled together palms up. Shura's feet barely sunk in the sand as she would use her feet to disperse the weight evenly, a very good ability to have. As they approached the dock she'd notice the same thing as Gozen, she'd let her eyes track along the footprints and soon see strange movements out in the water. She'd squint and barely see the sight of a blue speck in the distance, while Gozen was remembering his wife she was...well blatantly ignoring him for the most part, she couldn't help it. She'd tug on his sleeve as he dismissed her, "Look's like the blueberry shorty is doing that thingy again." she'd comment with a light smile, "Let's hope he doesn't rile up the big fishes." she'd state smacking Gozen on the back lightly before she'd easily turn and wander off after the footsteps, "I'll go track the loner guy down!" she called trotting along the shore out towards the tangerine gardens.
After scurrying off and about Odie wandered around for a bit, until his eyes set on a tantalizing tangerine farm. A devilish smirk on his face, Odysseus did what came naturally to him, leaping over the tall fence, the sailor rummaged through the crops like a mad man, plucking as much fruit as he could hold off the branches. "Oh, oh thank you sweet mother. Thank you lord, I thought I'd be a deadman." he would mutter to himself gourging on the village crop.
If the red head was determined to find him, Odysseus didn't really make any effort at hiding... he was too dumb for that. All she'd have to do was follow his trail of carnage and tangerine peels in order to find an overstuffed ball of a man laying on his back. It was too late to stop him now, this strange man had cleared out an entire seasons worth of tangerines in a mere 10 minutes.
And rather then leave the scene of the crime. Odysseus lay there in the middle of the field. "Zzz Zzzz Zzzzzz~" Violently snoring.
New Mission Posted~!
[b]Mission Name:[/b] Village (Status Report) [b]Faction:[/b] Neutral [b]Description:[/b] New information has come to light about the village, I'd better update the local ruler immediately. [b]Post Start:[/b] Here~! [b]Post End:[/b] [b]EXP REWARD:[/b]5,000 exp
Yuan moves on to more advance forms of the style noticeably manipulating the water from the pools around. According to his grandfather long ago their ancestor was a fearsome Sea King took the form of a massive draconian serpent. Even among other Sea Kings who attacked without mercy the one known as Gyarados was ruthless and feared for its innate rage. However, it is said the Gyarados was able to grasp logic and learned contain his anger. The Gyarados eventually settled in the Fishman Kingdom and became known as a great protector. No matter the threat, the House of Gyarados fluid style of fighting proved too much for their adversaries to overcome cementing their place in the Fishman Islands as master martial artist. Yuan ends his practice by firing off a large surge of water into the air letting the resulting shower hydrate his skin.
The old b*****d couldn't see s**t, Looking over his shoulder Yoshiyuki's attention would be focused on the sea bending man. Squinting his eyes the man was about 80 or so feet away from their boat, and his attention didn't seemed to be focused on their shouting at all. As the boat stirred around and the waves began to grow more and more forceful Yoshimori's pleas to return to shore began to multiply, however Yoshiyuki was well aware of the situation, grabbing his own oar he and his grandfather would begin paddling frivolously back to the shores of Cocoyashi Village.
"Grandpa that...that was a fishmen!"
Looking behind himself to make sure that they were safe the younger of the two men seemed much more... stern about the situation while the older seemed much more concerned.
"That was a fishmen pa I'm certain of it...The wave, they were calm all morning!"
He would shout back, as the old man would try and negate the situation.
"No! That was a fishmen, and we must warn all of the townspeople!"
Coming ashore, the younger of the fishermen would leap from his lone man boat, to the sandy shores where Gozen had been preforming his ceremonial rites. Visually distraught Yoshiyuki would lock eye with a perfectly able bodied man simply standing on the beach doing nothing all the while a fishmen was beginning to wreck havoc out to sea.
"What the hell are you doing! We've got big trouble on our hands I need your help!"
The young fishermen would command, making his way toward the village center.
Still deep in prayer Gozen would let events unfold around him peacefully, that was until the unfolding events found their way to his doorstep. Gozen wouldn't try and focus on the loud obnoxious incoming fishermen"..."He would ignore them, Gozen liked the older of the two Yoshimori, he was a calm collected individual. But his grandson Yoshiyuki had been a pain when he was a kid, and arrogant, bull-headed child, whom tended to act first and think second. And perhaps this was exactly what this was. Gozen said nothing as the child started to scream at him. However when he demanded Gozen's help that's when the Kuja man lifted an eye.
”Big trouble? This can't be good...”The priest would mutter following the duo of men to the village square.
Climbing out of the boat, the duo of men would meet with Gozen the local priest on the island and immediately Yoshiyuki would begin barking at him. The boy was too much like his father. And not in a good way.
"Yoshiyuki Wait! Yoshiyuki!!!"
The old man would plea trying to understand the complete magnitude of the situation. "Are you sure it was a fishman?! Yoshiyuki wait! Yoshiyuki what are you going to do?!" But even with all his pleas his grandson would storm off to the town center.
Now 3 men, Yoshimori would watch as his grandson stood atop of someone's market stand and would scream at the top of his lungs.
"EVERYONE! WE'VE GOT FISHMEN INCOMING~!!!"
It was like dropping dynamite into a badger-mole's nest, Yoshimori would stand there beside his grandson and Tomoe Gozen, pale as a ghost, because he knew if the Fishmen were back... it was going to be a bloodbath.
