It was three days before the deadline and I had nothing. I was supposed to be writing about a notorious pirate and figuring out what lead up to their bad turn in life. It was not a mandatory assignment, western Ink only paid for actual news not educational fiction. It was a volunteer project, a challenge of sort for all the writers inside of the news department. Old Zed was even bribing us all with a price, a Devil Fruit no less. Who in their right mind would pass that up? As a result everyone went to work immediately scooping out criminals and writing up stories, not me though. I was too busy, I signed up, but instead I spent my time in front of the water cooler. There were plenty of funny stories and snacks to chew on, not including the actual work I was doing as well. Instead I simply