"Captain, there's something on the sea," shouted a sailor from the crow's nest with a telescope.
"what do ya see, mate?" a topless giant burly man who can even tower an elephant holding a mug of rum shouted from The Helm.
"look like a body, a boy and alive."
"a boy ya say, Take it to the ship. We'll make a tidy sum off this, bahahaha."
"aye, captain!" some people on the ship immediately started working, and after a few minutes, they pulled the boy onto the ship.
"a fine lad I see, the royal fancy will get my gold for this lad I sure ba hahaha." The boy they pulled from the sea looked like a 12-13-year-old with black hair and white skin with simple white clothes, jeans, and nothing else, and the boy seemed relatively healthy for a child who had just been rescued from the cruel sea of grand line.
"get him to the cell, and remember no touching."
"aye"
--
A boy wakes up in a dimly lit room full of people of different ages, genders, and races.
"Unfamiliar ceiling." I muttered, staring upward as I slowly woke up. The foul stench and swaying ground aggravated the dizziness in my frail body.
I blinked
I lay on a wooden floor covered in oil-soaked mud that kept swaying.
"gross." my throat was raw and dry, but instantly, I was even more on edge than before.
What
Wait, that's not my voice.
I jerked up, gasping as I realized I could barely move, and my neck felt very heavy. I exhaled, a shocked gasp escaping me. My heartbeat skyrocketed as I touched around my neck and felt some stone collar there. Looking around this poorly lit room, I saw many people with the same stone collar as mine.
There are many people here of all ages and races. I can even see a few children here and there; some of them look malnourished.
"Who are you guys?"
"Isn't it rude to ask someone's name without telling yours?" a skinny old man with his healthy brown tan who looked like he was in his 50s, with greying hair, a mustache, and a face full of wrinkles, looked at me with some amusement.
Oh yeah, and don't forget about the scar.
The scar can be seen from his shoulder all the way to his cheek, even through his neck.
I don't know who you are, but you look badass, especially those scar.
"but I let it pass this time, I am Imran, what's yours?"
"I'm Vincent."
--
I learned a few things since I woke up from a coma.
One. I wasn't me. Or I was me, but younger me, much much younger, like a child. And about it not being my voice, not that that's definitely my voice, just in a higher pitch because I'm literally a kid. And how do I know that this is my face and body? There's the broken glass that Imran is holding.
I'm pretty cute when I was a kid, huh?
Second. This wasn't my earth. My home. My people.
When Imran explained where we were for the first time, I almost wet my pants.
But I definitely did not wet my pants, just almost. Fuck you.
I wasn't in the United States. No, this is not even Earth, this is a fucking One Piece world, and we were on the first half of Grandline.
Right now, we are on a merchant ship under the world government on its way to Mary Goeise, but this is not an ordinary merchant ship; this is a slave merchant ship, and I am one of its goods.
Something Imran had explained after realizing I had 'amnesia' from my coma.
Oh shit
"Wait a minute, what do you mean I am a slave?"
"As you heard, you are now a slave to the Celestial Dragon. Someone found you in the sea and dragged you here. I don't know why you are drifting in the ocean, but you have some pretty bad luck, boy."
Nooooo, throw me back to the sea. In the sea, at least, I have a higher chance of surviving than being a slave to the world government….
Maybe not
but I much prefer the sea. The Celestial Dragons are crazy people with screw-loose heads.
Even Boa Hancock, the empress of the sea, is traumatized by men because of those guys.
"Can I escape?"
"Never heard of someone who survived to tell the tale."
Shit
My main goal for now is to survive then.
But first, I need to check my ability
That's right, I have my own cheat, not a big one, tough
I have an appraisal now.
How would I know? I can see Imran's talents.
*Imran Masud-72 male*
*Swordsmanship: 150/155
Hand to Hand Combat: 80/80
Armament Haki: 50/70
Leadership: 52/55
Observation Haki: 0/47*
I don't know if his talent is any good because I have to see other people's talents first to compare them.
Bang bang bang
"wake up, scum, time to eat."
Suddenly, a loud banging noise came from the cell. Some people, who I assume are the guards, came with a large pot, put it in the center of the room, and just left.
Huh?
"c'mon boy, let's eat"
Imran started walking towards the big pot, and with no other choice, I also began to walk.
Bam
Someone punched my face hard
Damn
Suddenly, a hand pulling my hair to his face
I saw a burly man full of tattoos. I don't know what kind of tattoos he had, but I saw a big skull in one of them. He was bald, but he had a long mustache like a Viking. I couldn't see his right eye, but there was no scar on his eyelid. It seemed like his eyeball was never there. Then he smiled at me, but some of his front teeth were missing, making him more intimidating than ever.
"A newcomer like you, let alone a kid, doesn't deserve to take that food."
"Garret, don't touch him." Imran's words caused a sudden chill in the air. Garret's hand immediately weakened, allowing Vincent to escape his grip.
"Old man, are you-"
"What?"
"Shit!" the person called Garret just left without any further argument.
Who is this old man? Why is even someone as big as Garret afraid of him?
I try to see his talent when I look at Garret's retreating figure.
*Garret Brendan-44 male*
*Hand to Hand Combat: 70/91
Swordsmanship: 52/71
Cooking: 34/34
Herbalist: 20/31
Leadership: 25/28*
His talent is much worse than Imran's, even though Imran looks like a twig compared to him.
"c'mon boy, you need to eat to survive."
"Who are you?"
"Just an old man"
Yeah, like someone will believe that.
Also, fuck that Garret.