-1Chapter 1

Arrival

Drifting, that is all that has happened to him for two days. If he didn't get to a shore or a boat soon, he is done for. Drifting through the ocean on a large piece of wood that could break at any moment. All he could see was the light blue sky and the dark blue ocean. The smell of salty air wasn't doing him any good either.

"Just my luck," he started, "to get stuck on a ship that had to go through a storm. Juba, you are in a serious fix here." The young man, Juba, surely was going crazy since he was talking to himself. However, he was sure he went crazy when he saw land in the distance. "Okay, it might be an illusion, but I will take my chances." Juba grabbed the ore that he had been able to save from the ship and used it to start paddling. He paddled with all of his might, and after a hour or two of paddling, he had made it to the shore. "I'M ALIVE!" Juba screamed at the heavens. He took a quick look at his surroundings and saw only one way to go. It was a slope that was right in front of him. Juba started to climb up the slope to see if there was a town near by. After some minutes walking, he saw a small village with a mansion on top of a hill. He didn't care very much about the village so long as he could get some food and water. Juba looked around to see if there was a restaurant. Juba walked into the restaurant and was greeted by a old man.

"Hello sir, what can. . .," started the old man. He had finally took a good look at Juba and he looked like a wreck. Juba was wearing some tattered shorts and a shirt, he didn't have any shoes just bandages on his feet, his hair was a mess, and he looked like he hadn't eaten in days. "Sir, are you alright?"

"I could use some food and water if you have some," Juba replied kindly. The old man nodded and showed Juba to a seat and rushed off to the kitchen. Juba sat down and waited patiently for his food, or as patiently as he could. Just then, a tall man walked into the restaurant. He had black hair, striped shoes of black and gray, he was wearing fancy cloths that were black, and he had glasses on his face. As he walked by Juba, he just stopped walking and turned towards Juba.

"You there," he said to Juba, "who are you?"

"Hmm? Who wants to know?" asked Juba.

"I do," replied the man.

"Okay, isn't it rude to ask someone their name without introducing themselves first?" Juba asked calmly. The man simply nodded his head.

"Sorry about that. My name is Klahadore. I am a butler in service of Madam Kaya," Klahadore replied.

"Nice to meet you Klahadore. My name is Juba Croheart," Juba replied. Klahadore then sat down in the same both as Juba just on the other side.

"May I ask why you are here?" asked Klahadore.

"You see, the ship I was on became a wreck in a storm a few days ago. I was luckily enough to survive and I drifted here," Juba explained. After a few moments, Klahadore got up and turned towards Juba.

"I see, I am grateful that you survived," Klahadore stated, "just don't do anything shady."

"Don't worry I won't," replied Juba. Klahadore turned around and picked something up and walked out of the restaurant. Soon after, the old man came out of the kitchen and handed Juba a large glass of water and delicious meal. Juba started to eat the meal and was done after ten minutes.

"How do you feel now?" asked the old man.

"I FEEL GREAT!" shouted Juba, "thank you very much. You saved my life."

"No problem," replied the old man.

"So, how much do I owe you?" asked Juba.

"Well, about thirty berries," replied the old man. Juba reply was reaching into his pocket only to find that he was flat broke. With a serious look on his face, he slowly turned to the old man and said,

"Well, it seems that I am short on money," Juba stated calmly, "is there any other way I can pay you back?"

"It is okay," replied the old man, "you were in a ship wreck. I am amazed that you survived. So, the meal and drink are on the house." With a twinkle in his eyes, Juba stood up and bowed to the old man.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!" Juba shouted.

"It is okay, just stop shouting," replied the old man.

"Right sorry. By the way, while I was eating, a tall man came up to me."

"What did he look like?" asked the old man.

"Well, he was wearing black, his shoes were striped with black and gray. . ."

"Oh Klahadore," the old man interrupted Juba.

"Yeah, he said that was his name. Well, he was curious about who I was. Does he usually does that?" asked Juba.

"Strange, Klahadore usually doesn't do that. Oh well, he must have had a reason. So, what are your plans now?" asked the old man.

"I got to find a boat so I can continue my journey," replied Juba.

"Lets sit down and talk about it," offered the old man. All of a sudden a load noise came from outside. It sounded like a person shouting.

"PIRATES ARE COMING! PIRATES! PIRATES ARE HERE TO KILL US ALL!"

"WHAT?!" screamed Juba.

"No wait," the old man stated, "that's just Usopp being himself."

"So, he runs around the village screaming about pirates?" asked Juba.

"No," stated the old man, "he is the village liar. He is always making up lies and such."

"Oh, I see," replied Juba. Juba looked outside to see if he could see this liar; however, he couldn't see him. Juba then sat down and the old man did the same.

"So, what is this journey of yours?" asked the old man.

"Well," started Juba, "it is a personal journey. I am on a journey to find some people I can travel with. I want to travel the ends of the earth with them and experience many things with them. I also want them to help me fulfill my dream that I have."

"Well, that is a wonderful goal," stated the old man, "what is the dream that you want them to help you with?"

"Sorry, that information I can't tell you." The old man nodded his head and went behind the counter. Juba then stood up and walked out the door. Juba thought that maybe, he could find a ship at that mansion. With this in mind, Juba walked towards the mansion seeing part of the fields along the way. Part way through, he noticed a young man and three young boys running towards the shore that he had arrived at. He couldn't get a good look at them so he decided to run after them. Juba was able to get a little closer to them but not a lot to see what they looked like. However, he lost them while in the forest and kept on running. Juba ran and ran until the ground was gone; for he had run off a cliff. Hitting a few slopes on the way down, he hit the ground with a loud thump on his back.

"Are you okay?" asked someone. This voice was that of a girl. Juba slowly opened his eyes and it was a young woman. She was a beauty with orange hair, and a blue and white striped shirt.

"I think so," replied Juba. He slowly sat up with a throbbing head, and was sore all over.

"You took quite the fall," stated a manly voice. Juba turned around to see a man wearing dark green pants, a green waist thing, a white shirt, a dark green cloth around his arm, and three swords at his side.

"Thanks for the reminder," replied Juba. Juba rubbed the back of his head. All of a sudden he heard laughing from behind the guy.

"HAHAHAHAHA! That looked so fun. Can I try?" asked the voice. Juba stood up and looked behind the man with green hair to find another young man. This one was wearing sandals, blue jean shorts, a red shirt with yellow buttons and no sleeves, and was wearing a strawhat on his head.

"Actually, it really did hurt," Juba replied finally, "I really wouldn't recommend it." The strawhat simply laughed. Juba had a confused look his face. "How is that funny?"

"That is so cool," said the strawhat man. Juba only became more confused than he already was. All of a sudden, the strawhat man was dancing like crazy. Juba looked at the ground and saw that steel balls were there. Then, he looked up to see a unknown figure standing on a cliff and laughing. Flags all of a sudden popped out of the bushes. Juba counted around thirty flags.

"HAHAHA! You fools think you can attack this island?! You stand before the legendary captain of the seas! I am the great Captain Usopp!" stated the figure. This figure wore tanish green shoes, brown overalls, a blue and white striped clothe, a long nose, a tan bandana with black stripes, and a bag slinged over his shoulder. As soon as he said that, Juba knew that this must be the liar of the village.