EAST BLUE SAGA
"My treasure? Why, it's right where I left it... you'll just have to search the whole world!" — Gol D Roger
A sloop of amber split away from the sun's rays on a sea where the light wrapped the world in an idyllic hue that might melt any cold heart. When the golden sun and the bluest water of east blue met, the water turned gold from the smooth stroke of the sun; the sound of the waves hitting the boat hull among the singing of a voice.
Aā〜akubideta ♪
Min'na nikoniko〜♪
Aho bakka〜♪
A boyish voice came from a sitting lad in a small rowing boat, the first thing that could be seen was an old straw hat with a red ribbon seated at the top of his dark hair, clothed in a handless red shirt with a few buttons and his blue shirt, and looking out at the sea with narrowed eyes.
"I'M SO HUNGRY, WHERE ARE THE FISH AND MEAT?" cried the black-haired lad.
Although he had only been sailing for a few hours after finally leaving his home village, the boy was convinced that he needed to find a cook faster to make him a lot of things to eat since he had been sitting for hours (only five minutes) watching the sea beneath him from his boat waiting for some fish to pass by his boat to capture them and eat them because he was so hungry.
He attempted to maintain his balance as waves suddenly started to hit his boat because, if he fell into the water below, he would undoubtedly perish without hesitation due to the seemingly infinite blue that seemed to connect with the sky; this blue was so deep that some may have hypothesized that most of it is actually shrouded in darkness; this blue also stretches so wide that it should be impossible to learn every inch of it in one's lifetime; his only enemy was his throne's of adventures.
One thing was certain about this boy: his relationship with the sea was rather weird, though not very unusual. It is the one thing he will never be able to defeat, regardless of how strong he becomes, and it is also the one thing that personifies complete, unrestricted freedom and, along with it, an endless supply of exciting possibilities. However, that was his fate to bear when he ate this fruit and bound himself to a strange power that allowed him to stretch out his body as he pleased and make the unthinkable possible.
" HUH ?"
The boy gazed back at the shadows that he could see in the water and then instantly shone like the sun on dawn because he believed that he would no longer be hungry since he was going to catch and devour the enormous shadows in the water that were definitely enormous fish.
He reaches his arms toward the water, drenched in darkness, and then captures the first thing that can be touched, the youngster blinks again because the gigantic fish that was shadowed by the darkness had clothes. With a handful of the shadow's clothes in his hands, he stretched back his hands and hoped that this fish would be as good as his weight.
" one, two, three !"
He counted to three and pulled himself back up onto his feet to quickly get it from the sea. But when he eventually got it out of the water, his gaze was met with a girl, not a large delectable fish. Was she some sort of siren? Did he catch a siren?
" A siren! Oh no, she's not a siren, and she definitely doesn't have a fishtail," the boy deceivedly remarked.
She was the first sea enigma he encountered and the one who prefigured all the others.
He places the girl in his boat and watches her for a moment. Was she dead? He didn't think he was able to see her heartbeat by the raising of her (bandaged) rib cage. What has Makino taught him to do to wake someone who has been underwater for so long and drowed? CP-what?
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the silence of despair. ONE PIECE
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