Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. The names of the characters in this story are the characters I made up. Ergo, I have the right to distribute them in this story.

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You have been told stories in this time. Stories that a man named Gol D. Rogers was executed, hanged by the gallows and people became pirates because of it. I am here to tell you that those legends are all lies. There was no pirate named Gol D. Rogers. But the rest of the pirates, the Strawhat Pirates and the Blackbeard Pirates are real. The Red Hair Pirates were all made up. There was a cabin boy named Shanks but he was never a part of the Roger Pirates. Devil Fruits are real, fish men are real, yonko are real, but the Shichibukai were never real. They were all just pirates who got off friendly with the navy, which is the real name for the Marines. There are more secrets that haven't been told, but can only be discovered by you.

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Chase Moris had an interracial family. Chase's father was dark while his mother was white. Chases' skin was white, but he had blonde-haired dreadlocks. Chase called the island he lived on Caesar. It was one of the most peaceful island in the oceans. People from islands all over the world, even fish men, came here because it was a safe haven from war, hate, and slavery. Even the sweetest bottles of sake could not compare to the relishing sweet smell of Caesar. It was the place every man wanted to die in.

People asked Chase…Is it true you are leaving the island? Are you just going to leave us here and never come back? They have a lot of doubt about this. Chase wasn't someone who would just leave them for no apparent reason. But the truth was Chase was leaving the island. He spent three weeks building a raft out of the many trees he chopped down and entwined them with knots of string. Chase didn't say good-bye to a single soul, not even his parents, when he ran up to the water and threw the raft and him into the ocean.

Chase ran into many terrifying and exotic creatures on his journey through the sea. One was a giant whale, who had bat wings protruding from both sides of its body. The others were a shark with four mouths on its fin, a jellyfish that could sing, and coral with kiss marks all over them. It was a utopia of strange things Chase had never seen nor heard about.

There was another lie about the pirate era. There was no such thing as the Grand Line. There was a giant piece of rock, but that's all it was, a huge rock. No one had to sail through that giant piece of rock. They could've just sailed around it. The Grand Line was no different than all the other seas in the ocean. Just like Gol D. Rogers, that whole story about there being a treasured buried there was all a lie. Impel Down was not a lie. Impel Down was a true prison.

Chase got into a fight with one sea creature. This was a crab twice the size of a ten year old boy. It flailed its giant crab claws at Chase, but Chase kicked the crabs' claws away with his feet. He raised his foot up and twirled it around. He made a cartwheel with his foot before he launched up and kicked the crab straight in its face.

No more giant crab bothering him.

" I'm not eating you for dinner."

Chase didn't know why he was on this raft. Maybe he just enjoyed sailing. Maybe he liked being around the sea more than being in the fields. Whatever the reason that brought Chase here, he was glad it took him here. Just like all those books he used to read, he was going to have an adventure.