The Storm Pirates

A Boy of The East Blue

"Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold, Mate"

It was a fine day under the bright sun. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of its brilliant rays. The sea breeze was slowly blowing in his face, providing him with a relaxed feeling in his last moments. The skies were the perfect hue, light blue in colour. He opened his eyes and stared at the seagulls flopping their wings on the horizon, flying and enjoying their freedom.

Every movement he made was watched under scrutiny by the bystanders in the plaza. People from all around the globe were present in this whole fiasco the World Government has organised. The only thing heard was his footsteps as he slowly walked to his demise. Everyone was too focused on him to say anything. He didn't mind the people, just focusing on the scenery laid right in front of his eyes. After all, it has been years since he was last here.

It was all too good for an execution.

He's going to die today.

He was never afraid of dying. Ever since he started his piracy life, he knew someday he was going to face death. A man should never give up on his dreams, even if it means death. But unlike others, he will die with his head held up high, showing dignity. He had fulfilled his dreams, but he had been too early; the fate or the sickness had made sure of that, who knew.

He even chose the way of how he will die, getting executed in his hometown. He liked being the centre of attention, especially now that he had something significant to say for the people present.

He has been prepared for it for months. There was no point in turning back. He always liked to live his life without any regrets. But still, he will die with one.

Gol D. Roger, the man who acquired everything; wealth, fame, and power. The man who is now known as the King of the Pirates was facing his execution. After surrendering himself to the Marines, they decided to do it in this place.

Loguetown. It was his birthplace. The town where he was born and, ironically, the place where he will face death.

Nostalgia struck the Pirate King hard. He remembered his childhood here. This place was the last island on East Blue before the Red Line. A lot of ships always docked here for supplies. Let it be merchants, crusaders, marines or pirates. He always wanted to talk to people about their adventures. That was what inspired him to be a pirate. The sea just seemed to be a place where he can attain freedom. And he was glad that before he will die, he managed to succeed in attaining freedom.

Even in when facing execution, Roger still carried an air of respect and fear among the people. Most people only gathered, for one thing, to know where his treasure is. Others just liked the idea of seeing the most infamous pirate in history to have his head chopped up.

Among the crowds, Roger saw some familiar faces. Some of his crew members were here to witness it. Most notably for him, two of his apprentices. Shanks and Buggy. He made a promise with them to not cry, but it was obviously something that they cannot fulfil. Both of the boys had tears falling from their eyes like waterfalls.

Amongst others were a man with sunglasses on his face, a face grinning. A man with a sword like a cross. A Dragon was watching quietly. A crocodile was watching with interest. Many others.

He was on top of the platform now, seeing every part of Loguetown. His black eyes were focused more on the sky rather than below, where he could finally hear the people's whisper buzzing, growing into volume as seconds passed by.

"Have you got any last words?"

Roger turned to him and grinned widely. He held his handcuffs. "Can you please remove this? It's bothering me."