This is my first fanfic in a while so please be gentle. This will be continued for a few chapters since I feel good about it.

Setting: Set about when Ace becomes the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Summary: August Valentine was a marine when he finds himself suddenly on a pirate ship without his history. They tell him how they came to find him and August just couldn't take it. The former marine makes a decision and chooses to join the crew. Nevertheless the crew is sure to make fun of him and make sure that the former marine regrets his decision like hell.

~Prologue: Marines & Pirates

"Where the hell am I?" His heart was pounding and he felt like he hadn't breathed for days.

"Ohh, Marine-san, you have woken up, yes?"

"Of course I am awake! Now tell me where I am damnit!"

"Well, umm, You know, I, umm." His caretaker seemed to babble on with words till a Nurse came in.

"TELL ME FOOL, WHERE THE HELL AM I!" August Valentine said with anger coursing through his very veins. He was in baggy shorts and a polka dot shirt. His crimson hair and his eyepatch were both untouched however.

Where was his marine uniform? Did they change him?

"Please sit down, your wounds haven't healed yet" A nurse coughed up giving him some sort of shot that put him out for a while. They didn't want him to get up so soon. But why?

Where exactly was he?

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The crimson haired marine shot up from his sleep and touched his eyepatch again, it felt different, his eyes felt heavy.

"Where am I?" he was talking to himself, for no apparent reason, but for the fact that it was dark and everyone was in their beds.

It was swaying..?

A marine vessel maybe..?

He took his stand and walked a few steps with the help of the wall, he was nauseous and queasy, but that wouldn't stop a strapping young gentleman like him. August took his leave from the small cabin and gazed outside. It was a giant ship, a battle ship by his standards. The rotten smell of beer and rum cruised through the very fiber of the ship. Using the wall to steady himself, August inched across the sides and made it to where a light fire was flickering. He walked over to the huddle and as he looked more clearly, August saw that they didn't look like any marines at all. They were pirates.

Calm yourself Valentine. What crew is it first of all?

Easing through the masses of bodies huddled over the fire drinking beer and mashing meat into their faces, August saw a very familiar face. Marco the Phoenix. The infamous first mate of the Whitebeard Pirates noticed his arrival and smiled, beckoning him to come and sit next to him.

I am no pirate, I will not sit with these scum.

With a fluid motion, August snagged the gun of the pirate next to him and pointed it at another one, planning to use him as a hostage. It looked like he wasn't scared, but he was afraid.

"Don't move" The various noises fell silent as August pushed the gun into the pirates temple, they weren't scared at all, they were watching him.

"hurr hurr marine, got a backbone don't ya" phrases like that rung out from the crowd, praising him. Even though he could easily kill one of their comrades with a single shot.

"I am not kidding, I will shoot" August pushed the gun into the pirates temple even further, but everyone was still merry and ecstatic.

Did they not care for each other? These barbarians.

Thudding steps and a thundering sound approached from behind him, the sound was large, powerful, and strong. It was fear. Augusts eyes grew wide, he lost control over his body, the complexion in his face lost color, and he fell to the ground on his knees. The gun crashed as it fell to the ground and everyone was silent, all eyes on him. August started coughing up blood and his eyes turned pure white. He fell to the ground face first with a thud and his mind was crashing.

"Get a Nurse!"

"Get him some water!"

"You two carry him into the cabin! Move people!"

Voices rung out, the pirates were trying to save him, a marine.

Funny pirates.

With that his mind went blank and August was in the world of dreamers once more.

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His eyes flicked on and off, his heartbeat was slow, and he regained control once more. August jerked up from his bed and saw that he was in the same cabin as before.

"Commander! He's awake!" A voice beside him yelled out, calling someone from outside to come inside.

"How are you feeling?" Marco said walking in.

So the commander of the first division, Marco was here to talk to him.

"I feel fine." August stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles. He took his hand down to rub his stomach and he could feel his abs, but there were deep marks that he felt through his shirt.

Marco fell silent with his face as calm as ever, he seemed to already know what happened. The marine slowly unbuttoned his shirt and he felt something deep. August threw his shirt away and stared at his chest, there were three massive lines deep in his skin, they weren't like any lines though, and it was almost like a giant wolf used its claws to strike through his body.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" He exclaimed not even believing himself that there were three most likely permanent claw marks embedded into his torso.

"We need to talk. Can you walk?" Marco asked with a serious expression avoiding the question by August.

"I think so." August still couldn't believe it, but at least he calmed down a bit. He put his shirt back on with one last look at the claw deep marks. He wouldn't get used to it easily.

He slowly took step by step and with the help of Marco, they slowly walked toward the captain's quarters.

These pirates aren't blood thirsty; they aren't anything like the violent raging pirates.

August knew that he was about to meet Whitebeard, someone he hoped he didn't have to meet ever in his marine career. Usually meeting him would mean death.

But would this be a violent or non-violent meeting. What exactly would they do to him?

They walked slowly and made it to the quarters. Marco opened the door and both of them walked in. August leaned against the wall and looked around. There were six people in total there including him. Marco the Phoenix, Fire Fist Ace, "Diamond" Jozu, Thatch, and Whitebeard all were there. They were all probably division commanders except for Whitebeard and himself. People of importance in the ship, but the only thing he noticed was that they all had serious faces except the sake drinking Captain Whitebeard.

"I w-want to know how I came here." August was a little intimidated by the forces that were in the room, they had the power to decide his fate, because it wasn't in his hands anymore and he didn't even know why.

The division commanders were all silent, it wasn't their time to talk, the situation was serious and it was because of him. Whitebeard chuckled and started laughing between drinking sake. He kept on laughing for a full minute or so and everyone started laughing except August.

"Well what? How did I come here?" August said distressed that no one was listening to him, even though he couldn't do anything to the pirates.

Fire Fist Ace broke the line of laughter by the five pirates and slowly everyone else stopped laughing as well. A minute or two passed and the eerie silence continued. He wasn't entirely sure how he came here, but the pirates seemed to be sure.

Would he ever be a marine again?

Would he ever be normal?

What was normal in this age?

His line of thoughts was broken by Ace clearing his voice.

"Why don't you tell us about yourself first? We don't even know your name." He seemed to be the level headed one and August liked that.

The crimson haired marine crossed his arms across his chest. The scars that he felt as he touched his torso was still a mystery, but he was getting used to them.

"My name is August Valentine. I am a Marine who served as a Lieutenant in the East Blue." That was all he remembered. He had no memory of anything else except his name and position. That was it. His history, he didn't know any of it. He couldn't remember anything before a day ago.

"And?" This time it was Thatch who broke the silence from the six people.

They didn't even seem to be phased by the fact that he was a marine.

"I don't remember anything else, I don't remember anything, and I don't know anything about my history." August lost all hope and fell to the ground much to the hatred of his legs; he leaned his back against the wall and looked up at the roof.

Marco and Thatch sighed and decided to take it to the next level by asking him just questions.

"Who are your parents?" Marco asked with his arms crossed.

"I don't know."

"Who was your Commander?"

"I don't know"

"What are two Yonkous and name one person in each of their crews?"

"Shanks and Whitebeard, Benn Beckham and Marco." August didn't know how he knew the answer, he just did. Whatever happened to him, it only erased his personal history and that was what the commanders were hoping for.

Marco stayed silent again and looked to Thatch for help.

"What happened last night?" Thatch said with his eyes closed and his toe digging into the wood of the ground.

"I remember taking the gun out and then blanking out. That's all" August immediately resented his words, they could get angry at him. A thought that scared him flashed through his mind.

"Is that all you remember?"

"Yes."

"This only means one thing." Marco said it toward his other crewmembers mostly.

Everyone knew what had happened without the First Mate having to voice it. August had lost his history, but he remembers things like the crews, the positions, and etc.

Did he have some kind of special power?

"Should I tell him what we know Pops?" Ace said with his hands crossed and eyes burning into Augusts skin.

With a grunt, Whitebeard agreed and the rest of the commanders seemed to agree as well.

"August you asked us how you came here?" Ace said with a serious look.

"Yes." A slight flicker of hope passed his face and he looked up at Ace, crossing glances.

"Well it wasn't that special you know?" Ace said with a smile trying to lighten the mood somewhat.

August stayed silent as he sat on the ground.

Get to the point already.

His legs were screaming in pain by the pressure he was putting on them, but August didn't care at all he just wanted to know how he came here to be in the middle of pirates. Ace sighed and a smile lit his lips.

"You fell from the sky."

Thank you for your time, please R&R and thats not rest and rejuvenate its read and review :D *cough*

Please criticize, I love it~

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy the show~
I do not own One Piece.
I do own August Valentine however.
I have decided that this will be a story that I will base off of and have some work for this so I am sure that I will get lots of chapters out.
I will try to get a chapter out everyday when I can. But I may slow down to weekly after school starts up.
So like I may be throwing a spoiler out here, but I want to make a plot as soon as possible so I need some OC's! Its pretty simple really, you need to give him a history and all that jazz, but a key point is giving him a job. This way I know exactly how to get your OC to interact with our August here. I even have a flashy template for you guys :D.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Height:
Appearance:
Personality:
Power/Devil Fruit:
Weapon(s):
Job: (Bounty Hunter, Pirate, Marine, Civilian, Tailor, Jailbird, Crackman, etc.)
History: (Just put how you want your character to meet August if you want it a certain way)

PS: I know I kind of left you guys hanging right here, but this is just a Prologue Chapter, it gets more funny and adventurous later on :D