Exulansis • One Piece

Chapter Eleven

I was restless by the time night was already here.

Left by now both the doctor and Nami and Manro, I wasn't sure on what to do. I couldn't just up and walk out to see where everyone was, and there was nothing for me to support my weight on, so was I just expected to lay down and rest while waiting around?

So the first thing I did before sundown was simple- Eat the lunch Sanji packed. A nasty habit that I have, eating when I'm bored, but I didn't care much for readjustments right now. So just in just maybe 30 minutes (the thing was huge, man. And there was a lot of heart shaped vegetables?) it turned to only a box to be tossed to the side.

But what now?

Maybe now I could take the time to rest, with that being what I was told to do. But even then, it wasn't really what I wanted to do anyways.

Even so, I did eventually lay down with the intent of sleeping, but being in unfamiliar sheets and the idea of resting in a unknown place kept me tossing and turning until it was completely dark.

When I finally gave up, all that I had gained was nothing but a sickly feeling on my back and hips, and the fact that my bandages were all messed up and dirty now.

Okay, sleeping is off the list of things to do.

It was dark now, and I was able to pick off my sunglasses and hat, placing them on the bedside table. I yawn with no actually tiredness dripping on my tongue.

"You would think a sickly person should get attended to..?" I sarcastically quip to myself as I sit off the side of the bed, looking directly outside. There was really nothing for me to do expect stare and be bored out of my mind.

Maybe being left alone for this long was a good thing for me, it gave me the time needed to straighten my thoughts over.

Lets see... Your injured in another world (hypothetically) and is now being treated in a weirdo village... okay, not much to go over...

Although that did give me a question to think on: How would one even end up in another world randomly anyways? Is this some sort of divine intervention sort of situation where I have a prophecy I need to fulfill in order to go home?

I sigh, hopefully not. I never been the religious type, so if this really is the work of some god, I'll be forced to accept their existence on some sort of extent, and that can of worms aren't my favorite type of snack.

I'll stick with the man-made invention of science.

I swing one of my legs as I think about how if the multiverse really exists, that how much of a game changer it would be for our world. I mean, I might not be able to get out and back to my original world to even be able to tell anyone, and I don't really have any proof... But it's still intriguing to think of, nonetheless.

Would this mean we could really manage to make wormholes humans can use to travel large distances? And doesn't that also mean we'll have to do a large re-write of our current know physics?

Well, I'm sure nobody would mind, being this discovery one of the biggest ever...

Numbers and equations, I was finally getting comfortable and lost in my own world, shutting the world out to zone into my mind. So it's understandable that once I finally hear those tent doors swing open, I'm caught off guard and only expecting to see one of my people.

I see two random people, both wearing full body tack suits and brown boots, holding flintlock shotguns to my head.

"You're coming with us." The unfamiliar person said.