How I Met My Bro [Closed]

and we'll drink and drink and drink to Lily the pink the pink the pink

Tom had only been to Water 7 once before in his life. Working with Pirates that generally had a bounty on their head meant you tended to steer clear of places that held a large military presence. Thankfully the Shipwright had been able to avoid getting any sort of a price on his head as well, so now that he was on his own such large towns were possible again. Oh and what a town it was. The Shipwright in Tom had a field day with the Shipyards that were so easy to find in the populated area. He had even tried to look for work in a few of the yard but was turned down. Some for simply the way he looked, something about a massive heavily pierced man putting of the wrong image. Others looked at his giant hammer and laughed him away not believing his claims of skill and lineage. But Tom didn't fight them too hard on it. The concept of tying himself down to land again wasn't high on his priority list.

So Tom drank. There were bars a plenty to be had in the large town. The tavern Tom had settled into was a cozy one. High vaulted ceilings and a vast pool of seating. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood with the lack of Marine's in the area, which made him enjoy the atmosphere all the more. He hadn't gotten into his second tankard of ale before a young damsel had caught his eye. Soon as her fiery red locks walked into the Tavern she had Tom at his will. So Tom being the socialite that he was started working his magic. The key was to work the crowd, catch her attention rather than seeking it. With his bolsterous voice carrying far Tom began to recant stories, tells at sea, things he had scene on adventures. His favorite being his tales of his own strength. It wasn't that he was a vain man, but no matter where he went his strength seemed to be what took people's attention the most.

"So there I stood, hammer in hand, facing twenty men." Tom took a deep drink from his tankard, sighing loudly when he was done. His voice carried and a crown had started to form as he worked his way into his third story or so. "Awful lot of 'em. Swords in hand and all. So they come charging for me and I take out my hammers." Tom looked around the room to catch the eyes of his tantalized audience. His eyes lingered a moment longer on the red haired beauty who was seated a few stools away still. "And I catch their swords between the two of them. All twenty! Ah at least I think it was twenty. I lost count havin' smashed so many of them into the ground." Thunderous laughter erupted from his lungs, shaking the room as he slammed down his tankard and signaled for another. The crowd followed his laughter, it had an infectious quality to it.

"Ya should'a seen the boss of the crew though. Massive brute he was, Tiny Tim. A giant wouldn't ya know it. 'Course he didn't have much on me." Tom chuckled as he elbowed the man next to him at his joke. A hefty shade of red had made itself at home on Tom's cheeks as he felt the ale's effects, another was placed before him. "Thought he had Old Tom to rights but I had to show him otherwise, I did. He stood over me and looked me in the eye. Ugly bastard, fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch coming down he did. So I looks to him and I says 'S'matter big guy. Scared to pick on someone your own size?'" The crowd erupted again as Tom led in the laughter before drowning it back with a large swig of his tankard. Several of the tenants clapped him on his broad back as the laughter kept going. Looking around the tavern Tom hadn't noticed how much of a crowd he had started to amass.

"My word in honor I said it too him. Ain't that somethin', guy was awful pissed about it too."

### ● MIGUEL HIDALGO ● blah

and we'll drink and drink and drink to Lily the pink the pink the pink

Tom finished out his hearty laugh, tears welling to his eyes. One of those solid laughs, the kind it's nice to get lost in. His cheeks glowed a bright red as the swell of noise slowly died down.

"His ax could cleave a building in two. Swear it. Left a cleave in the ground like a damn canyon it did." Tom chopped his hand down at the bar, the smack lifting everyone's drink just slightly before they clattered back down. It was then that Tom had become aware of the music that had slowly started to float across the bar. A broad smile formed as he continued. "My hammers were like toothpicks compared to the thing. I dove out of the way when he swung. Knocked his helmet right of his ugly mug I did. Brought the great brute right on to his arse." It was starting to become apparent to him that the crowd was starting to diminish in size.

Tom looked over the heads of the people that had surrounded him, an easy task given how tall he was. The crowd had started to shift as a musician had set himself up near the bar. A couple had started to dance and shimmied towards an open floor Tom assumed was there for dancing. Several others moved to the tables, content to listen to the newly arrived music than the pierced man's tale.

"What happened next?" A man sitting next to him asked. Tom suddenly looked away from the musician with a peculiar beard, taking a moment to remember his place. He had arrived at the part of the story Tom wasn't a fan of. Truth be told he had been beaten by the giant, humiliated and left with a souvenir of his failure. Of course he left out the part where he was an Elephant Man so he couldn't really show the broken tusk that, much to his displeasure, remained broken even through his transformations.

"Ah the great monster went runnin'." He partially lied. "Long legs them giants have. I've never been much a man for speed." Tom's tongue ran over his broken eye took that had been left from his broken tusk. The red headed woman down the bar Tom had been trying to impress worked her way from the bar to sit at the table where the musician had. A wide smile on her lips as she sat. The large pirate gritted his teeth, his pierced brow furrowing as he stood from the bar. Standing well over the other patrons he took a step away and grabbed an empty table with his hand.

"But when it comes to strength." His crushing grip tightened on the table, making the old wood creak as he hoisted it high above his head. The vaulted ceilings giving plenty of space for him to bob it above his head. "THERE'S NO SECOND TO YOUR OLD BOY TOM!" He cried out and a few of the residents cheered at his display of strength but the Elephant Man's eyes were only on the red haired woman who seemed intent upon the musician.