Status: unedited
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Apologies to anyone I have taken inspiration from and not credited, if anything recognisable appears in this story uncredited please let me know in a review so that a credit may be added to this authors note.
begin
The salt in the air was the first thing I became aware of, the sea breeze tickling my nose. A groan escaped my lips. My eyes crack open. All that is visible is the cloud filled sky. Feck. My attempt to sit was thwarted by the rush that sent my head spinning, stop the world I want to get off. Rolling onto my front instead, I began to push myself up. Eventually my efforts were rewarded, fuck you gravity. Now that my feet were on semi-firm ground I could take stock of my situation.
The palm beach was really throwing me for a loop. I spin in a circle looking for any sign of civilisation. Nada. My situation was becoming very unfunny, very fast. Best start looking for the asshat that left me on a beach, cause this sure ain't Ireland.
I must be super concussed, because I'm back on the sand. Back to my feet and I realise why. The ground is too high, or rather, I'm too low. Fuuuuck, I'm like the size of a five-year-old.
Dreaming. That's it, I must be dreaming. I stumble my way over to the water's edge and bodily throw myself into the surf.
Not dreaming I realise as I spit out water and sand. What kind of moron throws themselves into the ocean at a beach, the water is like 3 inches deep.
A drug trip, I conclude. But how do I test that, I've never taken a drug in my life (unless you count caffeine or alcohol, which I don't). Wait it out I guess. One of my mates must have slipped me something. They probably think its hilarious. They had better take care of me, or I'll beat their asses. I should probably do that anyway.
I'm sweeting buckets, either its roasting or there are some side effects to whatever they dosed me with. I head for the shade, picking up my bundle as I pass.
Wait, my bundle?
I now possess a bundle of fabric rapped rigid items. Collapsing against a tree, I allow the bundle to unfurl. Two dull thuds. Two badass swords. Picking one up I withdraw it from its sheath. A bloody Katana. Or some other Japanese style sword, I'm no expert. I glance at my reflection in the blade, distorted though it is by that wavy pattern, it's clear that I have some sweet patriotic green hair. Maybe I'll dye my own hair if it will look this cool. There must be something I like about it if this is what I trip about.
It is at this stage that I put two and two together.
Small tropical Island: yup.
Green hair: cheque.
Swords: yes.
Now logically this doesn't change anything. But years of reading fanfiction tells me that logic no longer applies. I draw one conclusion.
I am going to be such a badass.
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A.N.
I acknowledge this is a very pointless chapter, but I Just need to get something out there so I am committed to writing this.
Any input would be appreciated, even if your input happens to be that I should top myself.
Sorry if I've made errors, please point them out.
What opinions do people have on first person, present tense writing, I am not against changing that. To be honest, if this story is to continue for a significant length of time I will be overhauling all the early chapters, possibly a full rewrite, with a different begging scenario.
This is a first attempt (excluding one I made as a 12-year-old) to write a full fanfiction. I chose one piece as it has a very open world, and I only read the beginning of the manga and the rest of my experience is through ff.n. hope you enjoy.
~Darragh