He thought he'd meet his end, but instead, oddly absurd circumstances broke his binding chains, changing the course of his fate. Where she found no light in the darkness, she found this curious young man to be a fitting ally, sharing joyful tales of...
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My OC Nemo occasionally uses an alien slang, a so-called "creole", a specific slang unique to her an her story. If you wish to learn more about it, feel free to view this google doc:
// The Bahamian and Jamaican accents are a rather fitting representation of Nemo's (My OC) accent ~ ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v
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A few minutes later....
"Can you believe this? We are in an actual spaceship! FOR REAL! Guys! This is amazing. Tell me we'll fly to the moon?! How many planets are there? How many aliens do you know? HAHAH! ACE, CHECK THIS OUT!" The rubber-brained dimwit shouted loudly, causing the party to cringe, twisting a grimace at the shrill tone.
Unstoppable in his childlike joy, understandably so, the rubber-boy excitedly wiggled around. Spaceships were pretty much every kid's little dream, one way or another they all wished to touch the stars just once. Just like every little boy or girl, he watched the stars as a kid, dreaming about all the adventures that he may find in this mind-boggling universe.
"SPACESHIP!"
"Yes, Luffy. We heard it the first fifty-or-so times as well..."
Of course, anyone who knew the Strawhat was aware that he could get overly obnoxious, overly loud, and overly stubborn. All traits considered to be pure in the tribes of Cygnus B. To be fair, everyone somewhat shared his enthusiasm, sense of adventure, and disbelief over this ludicrous situation. It was a surreal reality, and it would've been a lie, if Ace wouldn't admit that it wasn't thrilling.
If someone had suggested to the commander of Whitebeard's second division just a few hours ago that he'd escape his own execution aboard what could only be described as a futuristic treasure chest, rescued by what appeared to be an alien woman, he would have assumed it was either an elaborate prank – or, maybe that person in question had been on the receiving end of an exceptionally unfortunate blow to the head.
The whole experience felt like a fever dream—one of those bizarre, slightly embarrassing ones where you wake up questioning your life choices—but he also found himself grudgingly accepting the sheer weirdness of it all, wondering if perhaps he'd accidentally become the luckiest man alive. As for Jinbe, the entire situation was as comprehensible as a tax form written in the Zorvolian alien language, and he found himself equally baffled by the strange reality they were all somehow expected to believe.
