The inspiration of this story hit me out of the blue. I was watching videos of cruise during my trip to Goa with my friend who was trying for Indian Navy. I have been dying to post it for a while but I felt like giving my full attention to my other 2 stories.

This is my 3rd fan fiction of Self Insert series.

My first 2 stories are "Harry Potter: Self Insert" and "Highschool of the Dead: Self Insert" I already have an idea for 'Naruto: Self Insert' but I will write it only after completing at least 1 story.

There will be lemons but much later in this story, at least not until chapter 5 or it may take even more chapter to reach that state.

I decided to post my story before anyone else does it and accuse me of copying the idea. Just for the fact - I had this idea in May while writing 'Highschool of the dead: Self Insert'

Also I am sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have missed (English is not my native language)

Please review and tell me what do you think, any suggestion would be appreciated. Please leave the suggestions in comment section,

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece but I do own my OC

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Flashback

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Chapter 1

Prolouge

Water, water everywhere;

Not a drop to drink,

Water, water everywhere;

Not a drop to drink,

I barely remember the class in which 'The Rime of Ancient Mariner' was taught, but these lines somehow got stuck. It fits my situation perfectly.

Maybe…Maybe these lines are not correct. My memory is getting a little foggy due to my situation. I tried to remember…something but only these lines were only swimming in my mind, while my boat drifted along the currents. I was barely hanging on my sanity by a thread – this I was sure of.

Right, left, front, back – all there was endless water surrounding me. I couldn't even differentiate between sky and ocean now. Sky was looking like a fucking water body to me now.

I don't know how many days have passed till my ship sunk.

'Or did I?' I wondered

'Yes, yes I did. I marked the number of days on my boat but sometimes I forget that. Let's see where it was. Aha! Here it is' I thought

Just at the backside I could see lines drawn by scratching the boat. I counted the lines which numbered total 52.

'52 Days' I thought in astonishment. Was it just 52 days? It felt like an eternity. It may be more than that. I usually mark it but for last few days, I was unable to lift my hand for this useless exercise. I was trying to preserve my energy wherever I could.

'Damn I have been on this boat for more than 7 weeks' I thought bitterly

By now my parents must have thought I died in that explosion.

'Well at least they got my life insurance' I hoped.

But fortunately or unfortunately (I can't decide but I am leaning towards the latter), I survived that explosion. Luckily I was outside on the deck wallowing in self pity (It would have been 2nd anniversary of my relationship with my girlfriend but we broke up when I found her cheating on me), when the explosion occurred.

I can't fault her for cheating on me. I was usually away from her half the time in a year. I could see all the signs but I guess I was just lying to me, convincing myself that nothing was wrong. Still she should have told me instead of going behind my back. I was almost over her but suddenly I remembered the date of anniversary. Well truthfully I didn't remember. My mobile gave the notification. I guess it struck a chord somewhere within me.

Anyways I was on 6 month journey on the ship.

This was my 4th Voyage. I was a low officer but the pay was very good so I didn't have any problems. Going to different places was always fun but it was getting repetitive. It was actually one of the reasons I agreed to leave this job at my girlfriend behest and try something else. But when I get to know about her cheating, I changed my mind.

This was the 5th month on board this ship. We were just 100 miles away from Bermuda Triangle when the explosion occurred. Sometimes I really found my situation hilarious. I was cursed by my girlfriend to 'spend my remaining life wishing for death' and it happened. And the bitch is probably enjoying her time now while I am here struggling to stay alive.

I still remember that fateful day.

It was new years' eve. I was done with my duties for the day. I was partying with my crewmates when my mobile vibrated.

Feeling restless and sad after seeing the notification, I decided to go on deck for little bit peace and quiet. I was thinking about my breakup with my girlfriend when the explosion occurred at the end of the ship. Somehow I was able to spot an emergency boat and some supplies after the explosion. I quickly made my way there and boarded it. The first thing I checked was injuries, so that it may not hinder me afterwards. I didn't know if anyone other than me survived or not but I remained intact from the explosion.

When the boat started drowning, I cut the wires and rowed the boat away from the drowning ship.

I tried to find any other survivors but couldn't find any even after searching for an hour. I had hoped that at least someone would have survived but I knew there was very less chance of someone surviving. After all, the explosion occurred around the same place where party was going on.

After taking whatever I could find useful from the shipwreck like a handheld VHF radio, a whistle, some signal lights and flare, medical kit, solar blanket, knives, sunscreen and binoculars, I then started rowing the boat to avoid sharks. They are more dangerous around a shipwreck because they are attracted to the blood from injured people.

I was in conundrum, I could take the long way around the Bermuda triangle and find land or I risk it and enter Bermuda Triangle. At last I decided to risk it. And it was the worst mistake of my life.

My rations were wiped on 25th day despite rationing. Next was drinking water I collected from shipwreck. Pain from hunger and thirst has become a companion by now. First 10 days were quite difficult. Sometimes I was crying, sometimes panicking and sometimes just resigned. Still I preserved. I don't know if it was a good thing or bad. If I had died sooner then maybe I wouldn't have to live like this.

Death is hundred times better than living like this – In my opinion.

I have only been able to survive by eating raw fish I usually caught with a make shift spar. First time I ate a raw fish, I had to will myself not to puke.

I also think I ate my fill of the fish for whole life time in these last 2 months. If I didn't eat any more fish in my rest of the life I would certainly be grateful. (I didn't know then but majority of my diet would be fish meat for rest of my life)

Bones on my hands and legs; Ribs on my chest were clearly visible. Rarely any meat was left on my body. It was just skin and bones now. I couldn't speak. In fact I think I forgot how my voice even sounded. Thankfully I am coherent enough to remember to not drink sea water even if I have been thirsty for last 2 days. I was quite thankful for Navy training I underwent where they taught me all the guidelines one has to follow in this type of situation.

But still the training couldn't have prepared me for the real life situation fully. It is one thing to know and totally another thing to experience.

I even tried drinking blood of some birds I caught as a substitute of water but only after puking for 10th time, I was able to adjust to it. for a second I thought that the bird meant that the land was somewhere near but it turned out to be false alarm.

I made a tarpaulin to collect fresh water from rain but my luck was bad. There had been no rain in last month. It rained only one time on the 25th day. The last drop of water I drank was 2 days ago despite rationing it. Also I haven't seen a bird in the last week.

I was losing hope of ever seeing land or getting rescued. Day by day my will to live was crumbling. At this point I was ready to welcome my death with open arms. At least in death there was no pain, no hunger. I was tired of seeing nothing but open water. I think I even saw an alien ship just last week. Maybe it was hallucination, maybe it wasn't, I don't know. Now I doesn't concern over it.

I slid from my boat and welcomed the feeling of cool water. In my pain I didn't even thought why my boat stopped moving in middle of the ocean, why water was so still for last few hours or why there was a worm hole just below the boat. I smiled for first time in last few months knowing there will be no pain in death.

…..

I don't know how much time had passed, while I was unconscious but waking up and feeling water all around me will get any person moving.

I moved my arms and legs, swimming towards the land. In my haste I didn't even questioned how my limbs were working or how I could swim so fast or breathe underwater. I just sped towards the shore I saw. You could say it was an instinctive feeling to just get there.

Rough, gritty sand brushed over my hands and feet when I reached there. I looked up to see where I was. It was just a small beach with the cliff just some meters further. Truthfully it wasn't even a beach. Just some land downside of the cliff where water didn't reach. I couldn't actually go from here. I was surrounded by the cliff. The only way further was going up.

I looked up to see how big the cliff was but the sun blinded me. I wanted to just collapse right there but hot scorching sun also forced me to move further. I did not want to get blisters but judging by how hot my feet felt the sand, I have no doubt that I will get them if I spend more time there.

Flopping off, I stood upright and waded onto dry land until I reached in shade made by a big boulder. I flopped to the ground with a thud. Feeling the cool earth on my feet was heavenly. It was more heavenly than getting orgasm from fucking your girlfriend after a long frustrating 6 months of duty on board.

Just as I reached there, I started crying, I don't know why but with every tear I felt lighter as if weight was lifted from my shoulder. I cried and screamed but for the first time in months. It was not because of frustration but because of happiness.

Then I remembered my previous predicament, but I was not able to ponder on it as my body gave out from fatigue (I think) just then and blackness overtook my vision.

….

'The doctor of the island (Dr. Hiro) was taking his daily morning stroll listening to birds chirping before going for his duty. The little things of nature always made him happy. Today he took a long route. Suddenly he heard a boy shouting and screaming. He ran over to cliff from where the sound was coming and looked down to see a boy shouting and screaming before falling unconscious.

Feeling a little worried, he climbed from the cliff and sprinted there. There he found him lying on the floor. He was not young as he used to be, but he was still able to lift the boy and take him home to treat him.

Finding out something unexpected on the boy, he was perplexed how to proceed. In the end he decided to consult with his old friend and take advice from him. His advices were always good and never have they ever led astray him.

….

When I woke up next time, I could feel something was different. Suddenly I remembered my previous situation or would torture be a better word. Anyway my body felt much lighter. I felt I could move faster than before. Initially I thought that it was because of reduced weight due to malnourishment but I was not feeling lethargic at all.

Not wishing to open my eyes in case it was a dream, I remained there lying on the bed with my eyes closed praying that it's not some type of joke made up by my mind in my death. A little part of my mind whispered that I was probably in coma.

After few minutes I admitted defeat and opened my eyes to inspect my body to satisfy my curiosity. My mom used to say that my curiosity will get me in big trouble one day.

I opened my eyes and instantly shut them due to brightness of the room. Next time I opened them slowly to adjust my eyes to the light.

I could see I was in big room but I was instantly confused. To my shock when I moved my hand to adjust my specs, I didn't find them. I could see clearly but without my specs. This convinced me that I was in some type of dream. My eyes couldn't miraculously just heal after my 2 months ordeal. In fact they should be further degrading.

The next thing I saw was my own body. I was not in a big room, instead I WAS SMALL. I instantly freaked out as every normal person would.

'How could it be?' I pondered worryingly but then I remembered it was a dream. 'Maybe I really am saved and now I am in coma' I hoped internally

I tried to stand up but fell down because of imbalance. It hurt when I fell down. Its reason became apparent after few seconds when I felt my extra appendage "TAIL".

'Did someone experiment on me, while I was unconscious?' I wondered on the verge of freaking out.

'I could also feel pain so this isn't a dream' I panicky wondered.

Before I could follow that trail of thought, the door opened and 2 people came in (Probably to check as I made some sounds when I hit the floor).

The first one looked to be in his 40's or 50's, wearing one of the most flamboyant pink robes that I have ever seen. His long grey hair and feminine face made me think he was a she (I later got to know he was a 'he' not a 'she').

The 2nd man was of the same age as the first. His head was shaved on top; his green hair adjusted jutting on the sides and the back top, combined with a large beard, all in the shape of leaves. He wore a red and white striped shirt with a large belt at his waist, pants and a blue black jacket.

'Are they cosplaying' I wondered with a sweet drop on seeing them. Still I was instantly wary of them, thinking that they did something to my body. I did not want to fight some psychos when I was very vulnerable. When they came with 3 feet distance I backed away and positioned myself in a fighting stance.

'I am not going to go down so easy' I said out loud. They instantly stopped and raised their hands showing they were unarmed but I wasn't going to take any chances. I was smaller than them so they could easily overpower me. It was best if I maintain some distance from them just in case.

It looked like they understood my intentions as they shared a look and sighed.

They said something but I was unable to understand the language. It sounded like Japanese or maybe Chinese, I don't know. I never did get around learning Japanese.

'Did I went in wrong direction and crossed America' I wondered. A small part of my brain which yearned for companionship after 2 months of loneliness rebelled and provided that maybe they rescued me from some crazy scientist and that's why I was free instead of being in a cage or some laboratory.

After a decision I tried to explain them my situation by signaling with my hands. They looked sad and with pitying eyes when I told them about the ship and explosion. Few tears gathered in my eyes at remembering the last 2 months' ordeal.

There was an awkward silence for few minutes. After that I indicated my hand down to the ground and tried to question 'Where am I?'

They smiled at me and said 'OHARA'.

Suddenly I realized that I am not on some remote island but on some other planet/dimension and that too Ohara. I could now easily recognize the cosplaying man as Prof. Clover.

I was a big 'One piece' fan but I never wanted to live in that type of world. I mean who would want to live in a world where pirates were everyday occurrence, slavery was legal for few richest and pathetic scumbags of the world and moreover they controlled the Government of the World, which was biggest Hypocrite.

I fainted from the sensitive information overload.