Hello and thank you for reading my first fan fiction. This means a lot to me—this a major milestone in my writing career. I should've posted this earlier, but I didn't have the chance. It takes place in an alternate universe where most of the characters are high schoolers. For now, this story will be rated T just to be safe. I'll post the second chapter as well and see how it goes. You can expect more stories of mine in the future.

One Piece isn't mine and neither are the characters. No OC or OOC characters—ever. Try listening to the Bee Gees as you enjoy the chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter One:

"... And then after that, I'll get some meat! Lots and lots of … Meat!" finished Monkey. D. Luffy, practically drooling over the passenger seat of his grandfather's car.

Grandpa Garp managed a grunt. Both of his large hands gripped onto the steering wheel as he stepped on the accelerator, so they would get to their destination on time. Though the early June morning was crisp with a dazzling sun across the sharp blue sky, both of them were not thinking about the earnest heat that would come in the afternoons of the next couple of months.

Actually, Luffy was more concerned about the amusement park his grandfather had promised to drive him to a week after they had moved. Since Garp was an active Marine—a respected Vice-Admiral—they would be relocated from one base to another a few times a year. When Garp reported that they were moving to Loguetown, Luffy wasn't surprised. In fact, he was thrilled at the idea of moving to the birth and execution town as the notorious pirate, Gol D. Roger.

Too bad Garp didn't approve of his pirate fantasy. While Luffy dreamed of becoming a pirate, Garp insisted that he stay in school only to later join him as a Marine.

"I bet there's even gonna be kids my age at Shabondy. What do you think?" instead of waiting for a reply, Luffy exclaimed, "I'm so excited!"

"For now," muttered Garp. He let his head hang back as he laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so.

"What?" Luffy seemed confused as he tried to make sense of Garp's comment. He grinned, deciding to shrug it off. "Shishishishishi!"

"I think you'll like it," announced Garp, once he had calmed down. A smile played on his lips as he said, "There's so many things to do there. Time will pass by more quickly once you get there."

Silence enveloped the two as they advanced down the highway. More trees came into sight as they drove out of the city and into the outlying areas. The drive was not a short one and Garp swore that he'd play every one of his old CDs.

He wasn't joking either.

Sitting down was not something Luffy enjoyed, nor wanted to do. It gave him a headache and the additional torture of having nothing to do gave him a migraine. Or maybe "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees was the root of his problems.

If hairy seventies guys could roam the streets singing in a music video, why did I get stuck in a car?

He hated disco, and was sure that he'd die before the song was over so he started to bang on the glass windows of the car.

People drove by them and Luffy imagined that they were thinking that he was being kidnapped. Some pointed while others pulled out their cell phones to take pictures of him.

Luffy had an idea. Nostrils flared, Luffy sunk his eyes until the whites could barely be seen. With his tongue sticking out the way it was, it was obvious that he was repulsed.

"Luffy!" barked Garp.

"But if disco dudes get to go down the street, how come—" struggled Luffy, who was interrupted.

"—Because you can't sing!" huffed Garp. Suddenly, a grip on his shoulder pulled him back into place. When Luffy stole a glance at his Garp he noted that his grandfather was vexed by his inappropriate behavior. That's when Luffy knew he had to stop.

Luffy slouched down in his seat as far as he could go with a sunken expression, his lips pouted in a juvenile manner.

Maybe he'll yell at me again if he catches me like this, sighed Luffy. Would Garp change his mind about our trip?

He pulled himself up as fast as he could and even dusted off his knees. Garp didn't need to know about the time capsule that Luffy had buried under the oak tree of their new house. If only the grass would grow overnight and make the dirt mound look normal …

But then again, Garp had his own moments. Once Luffy had overheard one of his grandfather's phone conversations with a potential babysitter—who was screaming hysterically that a seventeen-year-old boy could take care of himself. Another time he had caught Garp shopping for hiking boots (in Luffy's shoe size). Strangely enough, no boots ever came in the mail. Or did they?

Luffy tried to think of a reason for these things, but came to the conclusion that it was useless. Not confronting Garp would be a waste of time and if he did talk to him, the thing would be an even bigger waste of time. Instead he found himself slouching again. Without even realizing it, the boy fell asleep.

It happened in tedious situations such as school, or even in the shower. Narcolepsy ran in the family and his teachers didn't believe him until Garp fell asleep in the middle of a teacher-parent conference about Luffy's grades.

In his dream, he was in some kind of alternate universe where he was a pirate. Apparently, Luffy was at Shabondy, Shabondy Archipelago, to be exact. The Shabondy in his dream wasn't just an attraction—it was some kind of island. Plenty of meat and silly games, bubbles floating everywhere. He was on all of these rides with a living skeleton with an afro, a mermaid with short green hair and a bubbly personality, and a personified starfish with a reindeer.

His dream-self was giggling with the others as he shoved chopsticks up his nostrils and aimlessly wandered around Shabondy. Later, a group of slave catchers were trying to take the mermaid.

"We're here!" bellowed the mermaid in a voice that sounded a lot like Garp's.

Luffy jolted forward, his eyes wide with bewilderment. "No! Not the mermaid!"

"What?" Garp squinted.

"It's just my dream. I was having fun with this funky skeleton, a mermaid, and talking animals," explained Luffy patiently. His grandfather blinked slowly as he listened to his grandson.

Luffy's eyes suddenly lit up as something came to mind. "Garp, do mermaids poop?"

Garp's face looked much more discolored than usual.

"We're here," he announced vaguely.

"Yes! Shabondy, here I—hey, this isn't Shabondy!" frowned Luffy.

There was no blinking lights or rides. He couldn't smell any cotton candy or buttered popcorn, much less a hunk of the greasy meat he loved. Of course, there was no bubbles in a parking lot outside of a church or drifting in and out of the activity bus and several cars.

All was quiet except for bits of conversations, "Saturday Night Fever", and the sound of suitcases being loaded onto the bus.

He felt something inside of him crumble as he realized that Garp had lied to him.

This … Isn't Shabondy?

"I'll help you with your bags," his grandfather volunteered with a grin as he noticed that Luffy was glued to his seat. "You don't want to miss your bus to your summer camp!"