A/N: I know what you're thinking, FIVE STORIES at once? And I have decided that this was too good to pass up, plus, I love the elements being stuffed in here, and my friend Mad Bobert helped me a lot in the process of creating it, it is basically, my first Self-Insert of me, and I am going to enjoy the elements I put into it, including the special power that will remain secret to those who are so oblivious and only figure it out next chapter.

Hope you like it, and I didn't have a name for this so, just prologue.

Prologue

The sky is the limit. That line has been repeated by those who are ambitious and adventurous. Seeking to break every limit set to them except the sky, I personally didn't like the saying. It basically means that you will never reach past the sky and because of Earth's space shuttles that the saying has been disproved, logical view to it, but true.

…anyone would call me insane for this statement is spoken out loud of course.

In fact, if I even mentioned something that could fly under its own power in the sky by use of large engines and fuel called 'petrol' that were called 'Planes', they would lock me in the mad house.

Even normal engines seemed to be a stretch to use commonly.

So why am I saying all of this? Talking about things that won't be engineered for hundreds of years if at all as if it were common knowledge? And during the period that smart was only categorized in mad geniuses and high ranking Marine captains?

Simple, I am not supposed to be here.

I had a good life I would like to admit, I had parents, a little brother and sister, friends at my school, the works, it had to be that fateful day when I was taken from all that.

To this day, I still don't know what happened; I was just falling asleep in my bed, and the next I was drowning in the ocean and that may seem weak, but I never learned how to swim at eight years old, sue me.

Fortunately, I was picked up by a passing ship, unfortunately, it was a slave ship, and they weren't picky on whom to slap the shackles on.

Listen to me, anyone back home would think I was spinning the yarn like an idiot, 'watches to much TV that one' and people here upon hearing my origins would say 'too much imagination that one' because TV's don't exist.

My head hurts, and not from the headache.

I try to recall why I am in this position, in a rowboat looking up at the sky and slowly staving the death, I am not even able to eat any fish because of my water problem, and no, I don't have a fear of water, it is just caution.

Listen to me, Daniel Anderson, dimension traveller, after surviving slavery for a year, in this wacked up world of Nobles, Marines and Pirates, soon to die from starvation after escaping his town being burned to the ground, fucking hilarious irony giving my powers.

…gone, fountain of red, fixed face…

I shook my head, ever since I escaped from them, whenever I thought about the night I escaped, I would have… these strange images, some were similar but they had quite a variety, and they come and go so quick that I can't even remember what they were.

I then groaned as the pain in my head and stomach decided to do a duet, seriously, can't I die peacefully? Like in all those cheesy movies where they gaze at the sunset?

Pain,

I guess not.

I suppose this isn't a bad place to die either, looking at the clear sky, in a home-made boat that I made with the kids from my village.

…never laugh again, same fate, redder…

Well, ignoring the brief stings of pictures in my head.

Oh great, I see those familiar black shadows crawling up my eyelids, dandy, I am finally fading into unconsciousness, who knows, maybe I will wake up back home and this will all be a bad dream.

As the black takes over my eyes, I never caught my boat suddenly stopping its constant tipping of the sea, or the sound of a voice calling out, and also not the sudden feeling of being picked up.

All I was thinking was that if this was a realistic dream, that puberty was going to be a bitch.

? POV

One, Two, and Three.

One, Two, and Three.

One, Two… what is that.

I put my sword in my scabbard as I looked out to the water; it looked like a boat, strange, it is too small to go into the open ocean, and there aren't any larger ships out there, I wonder who it is.

I sat down and waited patiently for the small boat to get closer, all the while helping it along by changing the tide to drag it in; I was proficient at this thankfully due to the training I put into it, several years' worth.

Eventually the boat beached ten metres away from me and I went over to it, since there was no one seemingly in the boat, I expected it to be something lost in a storm, that is until I looked into it.

It was a guy who looked about my age, he was wearing strange clothing, the trousers looked like something professionally made, and the jacket was leather and had intricate designs on it, the jacket itself was strange due to the heat in this place, as I asked if he was okay, I was met with silence, he must be unconscious I decided, and leaned over to lift him up, I was met with resistance, from gravity.

"Shit, how heavy is this guy?" I thought, the guy was heavier than some of my weights, and they were very heavy, I decided to really push it and used all my strength, he finally budged and I slung him over my shoulder, damn, maybe if he doesn't wake up I can use him as a dumbbell some time.

I dragged him to my house, which I just realised how far away it was and got him inside, using the last of my strength, I threw him on my bed, after a few minutes of catching my breath, I adjusted him and went to the kitchen, some the people in town say the best way to take care of someone is give them a good meal, I then found that I didn't have anything to eat.

Damn, I then looked at the guy through the open door, waving my hand slightly, the wind around the blanket rise up and fell over his body, hopefully he doesn't wake up before I come back, it's time to go hunting.

As the boy left, he didn't notice his skin shift down his body, shifting his features slightly, but he would sure as hell, find out soon

A/N: Hope you liked it, I am using a short chapter as the prologue before getting into the longer chapter next up, hope you enjoyed this short piece, and look forward to more.