Chapter One.

Seaman Apprentice. Brock Walker

19th Marine Branch

North Blue

The cold tropical ran soaked the fleeing civilians who struggled to leave behind their hometown that was now being overran by blood thirsty pirates who were violently cutting down anyone in their path. The cold rain washed away the blood that stained their skin and clothes, but it couldn't wash away the pain of losing everything they worked so hard for. There was no hope for the civilians, that was until the Marines of the 19th branch arrived. Stationed at a neighboring island the Marines would make a few trips to the island to checkup on their safety and once word that the island was being attacked, the 19th Branch wasted no time in aiding the island in their time of need. Marines were stationed around the port city that the pirates had docked their ship in, their battle ship waiting at the coast to intercept it if it tried escaping, civilians were being brought to the opposite side of the island in case they needed to be evacuated, and Marines were storming the port city to take it back.

"You Marine bastards follow orders just like cattle! Set yourself free from the Government's leash and set their world afire!" A tan skinned Pirate roared loudly as he stood on top of the roof of a vendor's shopping cart, his laugh loud and wild as his eyes were filled with rage. His fellow crew mates all erupted in laughter as the pirate pulled out a flintlock pistol and pulled back the hammer, firing the flintlock at an incoming Marine he began to laugh even harder. His eyes wild as he prepared to fire at a fleeing shop owner, but before he could a round pierced his torso... Dead center of his cold pirated heart.

Standing not far from the center of the market was a young faced twenty year old Marine who held the rank of Seaman Apprentice. He wore the standard Marine uniform along with a leather brown utility belt that hung loosely on one end, a cutlass sword located on his left hip and two holsters one with a flintlock pistol in it and the other one being in his hand. Steam emitting off the barrel as the rain fall hit the hot gun, his brown eyes glaring at the pirates, his lightly tanned skin wet with water, and his short chocolate brown hair hidden by his Marine cap.

He was, Brock Walker.

"Slaughter them all!" A Pirate roared as two of his crew mates kicked over one of the vendor's carts to make a cannon visible. Brock's eyes became wide upon seeing this and before he could cry out to warn his fellow Marines the cannon went off. Brock could feel the air current changing around him as the iron cannon ball ripped through the air past him, ripping into the ground behind him. The explosive round went off and the cold rain came to a halt as all Brock could feel was the hot flame that tickled his neck. Shrapnel dug deep into his back as his body was thrown high into the air like a little girl that was throwing her rag doll around. With great force he smashed into a near by pile of barrels, a cry of pain escaping his lips.

Pain surged through his body.

The sounds of his brothers dying echoed loudly throughout his head.

Brock could feel the rain pelting him as his gaping shrapnel wounds in his back stung like hell, his body shaking from the pain as he desperately crawled into a near by alley way. His eyes filled with tears as the pain was just too much for him and he finally stopped his crawling, half way into the alley way he began sobbing as blood was gushing from his wounds.

It was over for him.

He was just gonna close his eyes and die, but something grabbed his attention.

Movement.

"Hey who goes there?" Brock asked nervously as he pulled out his last remaining flintlock pistol his hand shaking as he aimed it at a stack of supply crates. The flintlock had been damaged by the heavy rain causing the gun powder to become damp and it only had a few rounds left inside of it, there was no telling if it would fire.

There was no answer.

"Come out!"

Emerging from the shadows was no other then a little boy who looked like he was about seven or eight years old. His clothing was soaked by the rain, his eyes red from his crying, and his body shaking from the cold. Brock couldn't believe what he was seeing. During all of his fighting he completely forgot about who might of been left within the war torn city, people who were unable to make it out in time. Like children and the elderly.

"Are you one of the good guys?' The boy asked lowly and weakly.

Brock didn't know what to say at first, but finally he was able to speak up clearly, "Yes... I'm a Marine kid."

The boy looked around nervously as if he didn't know what exactly was going on.

"You're hurt."

Those words hit Brock hard.

Here he was laying on the ground crying about dying and there before him was a little boy who was separated from his family, in the middle of a battlefield, and all he was worried about was some Marine's battle wounds. Brock had completely forgotten about his wounds upon seeing the boy and it wasn't until the boy pointed them out that he started to feel the pain again, but for the young boy's sake he hid that pain. Slowly rising up to his feet Brock made his way over to the boy, his eyes plastered upon two lifeless bodies of Marines that were slumped against the alley wall.

"Where is everyone, kid?" Brock asked curiously as he opened the hatch on the bottom of his flintlock, his eyes peering into it as he counted about six rounds but with the damp gun powder he guessed that only three would fire if he was lucky. He had no time to clean it out, or change it. Right now his first task at hand was to get this boy to safety.

"They left with the other good guys, but I was left behind. I've been hiding in here... It's not that I'm afraid or anything!" The boy cried out as he obviously didn't enjoy the idea that everyone else was fighting to save the city while he was just hiding from the action. Brock weakly smirked at the boy's spunky attitude and it kind of made him want to have a kid like that one day, a kid who wouldn't mind playing rough with his own father just for the hell of it.

Maybe after all of this Brock could have a son.

Suddenly, a cold dark feeling that they were being watched went down Brock spine and by the look on the boy's face he knew they weren't alone. Slowly craning his head around his heart nearly skipped a beat upon seeing the blood stained faces of three pirates all of them grinning upon seeing the two trapped in the dead end. The first pirate was of average build with blonde hair, the second one was very short and obviously was sneaking some extra meals while at sea, and the third was obviously the ring leader as he was very muscular and much more powerful in appearance then his two other crew mates.

"Now, what do we have here?" The fatter pirate snickered lowly.

"A Marine and his pet it seems!" The blonde haired pirate spatted angrily as he gripped his saber tightly within his left hand.

The boy stepped back in fear, but Brock stepped forward.

Brock had no idea what he was doing he had fought in battles before, but he had never felt this kind of bravery before. He had never felt the urge to go straight forward into battle when outnumbered, but of course he had never been protecting a young boy who had no hope of escaping without him.

"What shall we do boss?" The fat pirate asked curiously as he casually slung his ax over his shoulder as he awaited for his orders to kill the two.

The muscular dark skinned pirate just stood there silently for a moment, the cold rain running down his shirtless muscular body, both blood and rain dripping from the tips of his twin cutlass swords, and his dark brown eyes violently scanning the Marine before him. Then he spoke up in a cold and deep voice, "Kill them both."

As if the two pirates had been waiting for their leader to say these words for years they both sprung into action. The blonde pirate raced forward with both his arms trailing behind him as the fat pirate who was moving at amazing speed for his size had his ax raised high above his head. The two of them nodded at each other and began to distance themselves from each other, Brock trying to properly aim his flintlock at them so he wouldn't miss and waste his few remaining rounds.

Then it hit Brock...

By their movement Brock could tell that the blonde pirate was going after the boy and the fat one was planning on going after him, but before Brock could tell the boy to hide the fat pirate swung his ax at him. Brock quickly leaped out of the way and prepared to fire his flintlock at the blonde pirate, but the fat one left his ax dug deep within the building side and tackled him to the ground. The blonde pirate cried out with pleasure as he ran past the two and prepared to have the boy fall pray to his saber, but Brock refused to give up. Pulling his knees close to his chest as his back smashed into the ground he planted two firm kicks right into the fat covered stomach of the pirate. With strength that even amazed Brock he sent the fat pirate flying into the air and crashing into the ground a few yards from him.

Brock wasted no time hoping his flintlock was still useful he rolled onto his stomach and pulled the hammer back, pulling back the trigger desperately twice he prayed that the gun powder wasn't useless just yet. Due to the damp gunpowder it took a moment to function, but finally a bullet ripped through the air followed by a second one. Both of them piercing the blonde haired pirate's back and sending his once running body to a limp crash.

The boy watched Brock in amazement.

"Attacking an innocent boy now that's pathetic!" Brock roared angrily as he slowly rose to his feet and spun around, the fat pirate struggling to get back on his feet. Brock was filled with rage upon seeing this and quickly aimed his flintlock at the pirate, firing off a single shot into his head execution style. Brock knew the boy was watching all of this, but sadly the boy had already seen blood shed like this before and he wasn't planning on letting the pirates kill him.

Brock pulled back the trigger once again and to his anger the gunpowder had finally given to the moisture inside of it. He threw the flintlock to the ground and ripped out his cutlass sword from his belt holster, his eyes glaring upon the final pirate before him. The two just stood there in silence as nether one of them were prepared for Brock to take care of the other two so quickly.

"Go get him Mister!" The boy cried out.

The final showdown...

"Die!" The dark skinned pirate roared angrily as he rushed towards Brock at full speed both cutlass swords a blur as they cut through the rain at lightening quick speed. Brock nervously stumbled at this sight, but as he did so he was able to just barely avoid the razor sharp blades as the swords just skinned both his arms. The pirate grinning as he landed a firm front kick into Brock's chest sending the Marine stumbling back once again. The pirate went in for another slice, but Brock quickly blocked the attack with his sword. The two of them shared blow after blow, until finally Brock's sword sliced right through the pirate's left hand. Not detaching the hand, but mortally wounding it to the point of uselessness.

Out of rage the pirate used his forearm to smack Brock down to the ground and filled with rage began to approach the boy, his plan was to kill the one thing that Brock was fighting so hard to protect. The pirate grinned a devilish smile as he stood over the boy his sword high in the air with his one good hand and with great force he brought it down, his eyes closed as he did so.

Finally, the blade came to a halt.

Oddly, enough the blade stopped sooner then the pirate expected. Opening his eyes his whole body entered shock upon realizing that the Marine had jumped in the way and had taken the sword to his left shoulder blade. The pirate desperately went to pull the blade out so he could kill the Marine before he could attack, but Brock's hand shot up and grabbed the blade. Blood tripping from his hand and shoulder Brock cried out in rage as he thrusted his sword into the pirate's heart.

Killing him instantly.

Brock hit the ground just as the lifeless pirate did, his breathing heavy as the boy from before threw himself on his hero. Brock watched the boy cry heavily as he didn't want to see his hero die after working so hard to save him. Brock struggled to hide his tears as he watched the boy sob so heavily and although Brock feared death he had to admit this was something that was worth dying for.

"I don't want you to die Mister!" The boy cried loudly as his whole body was shaking.

Brock simply pulled his cap off as tears began to rush from his tightly closed eye lids and he gently placed the cap on the boy's head, "What's your name kid?"

"M-Mo-Momonga... My name is, Momonga."

Momonga... Brock had to say that was a very interesting name.

"What do you want to do when you grow up, ki- I mean Momonga?"

The boy simply looked at Brock with tear filled eyes.

"I wanna be a Marine just like you!"

Brock was taken back by this, but the pain of his battle wounds quickly grabbed his attention once again. Groaning in pain he fell back slumping him against a near by supply crate weakly.

"Well just follow y-your own c-co-code justice... Just remember al-always save the l-little g-guy."

With these spoken words Brock's head dropped down and his tears came to an end. The boy weakly nudged Brock a few more times before his tears began to start up again. The boy weakly shook Brock's lifeless body as he cried for help, several Marines rushing into the alley way as the remaining pirates were being arrested all their eyes falling upon the scene before them. Each one of them removed their hats and placed them upon their hearts, they knew Brock well and they knew from how the boy was crying what had happened in the blood soaked alley way.

Brock just prayed that Momonga would one day be a strong and brave Marine.

If you guys didn't get it that Momonga is the name of the Vice Admiral that goes to get Boa Hancock and is with her when they're in Impel Down. The Marine with the mustache and crazy hair. I just decided to make the kid end up being him because oddly enough he's one of my favorite characters.