My first stab at a One Piece fic. I thrive on your criticism.

One hand after the other. Thats all it took.

He pushed relentlessly forward. It didn't matter that his arms felt like they would break. It didn't matter that his hands were cut by the sharp rocks of the cliff side, leaving a trail of blood to mark his passing. It didn't matter how far he had to go. All that mattered was that he keep putting one hand after the other.

I will climb the highest cliff in the world. He had said. I will likely fail, and fall to my doom. But if I succeed, the World Government has no weapon that can stop me.

He couldn't help remembering what had gotten him to this point....

"The matter is finished. You have no voice here, Tiger."

"How can you sit upon that throne with the knowledge of what you have done!?" He had screamed. "We once had pride, Saldo. We once had honor. And now, you collaborate with the vile humans, you let your brothers be taken in chains! Your own son has been taken, and still you do not budge!"

"What would you have me do? Would you have me lead us to war, to extinction?!"

"I would have you lead us with honor!"

"Enough! I have been more than kind, allowing an exile to speak for so long. Leave now, Fisher Tiger, or you shall be thrown out!"

Emperor Saldo was right. Tiger had turned his back on Fishman Island. But he had done this only because Saldo was no emperor. A coward, begging and scraping at the feet of humans, was not fit to sit on the throne. Saldo would never free their people. So Tiger would.

He must be close, he couldn't even smell the sea anymore. Only the mist and clouds. How long had he been climbing? Hours? Days? It mattered not. This was his final test. He had been very productive in his exile-swimming through the calm belts to battle the mightiest of sea kings, challenging and defeating every warrior he cam across-and all had been for this.

For now, his name was unknown to World Government. Not for long. Soon, he would be the stuff of their nightmares.

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Majorae was at a vulnerable state when the incident began. Due to reports of pirates in the area, there was no reason to worry about attack, and the Admirals, the protectors of the World Government, were almost all gone. All that remained was Admiral Gost, and at this peaceful time, that was enough. Within the city, the Celestial Dragons awoke to a bright new day, content that their divinity would give them enjoyment for another day. One such Noble, a large-though not by Noble standards-man named Murulu, was getting ready for his morning routine, featuring a lavish breakfast, a stroll through his huge garden, and a bit of entertainment from his slaves.

"Tell me, slave, how did Fishman island compare to this city?" He idley asked as the hulking Fishman carried him though the garden.

"It was...different." He replied. "It's in a huge cavern, after all, so there's different stuff there..." he realized what he was meant to answer. "It's hardly as beautiful as this city though."

"Thats what I love about you, Jinbei. I like a slave who speaks his mind." Murulu grinned. He had no illusion about how the fishman felt about him, and he was aware that the collar was the only thing keeping the beast from killing him. That was fine. He didn't need love, only obedience.

After his walk, Jinbei was allowed some time to himself. He used it to talk to his friend, Murulu's entertainment slave.

"How can you still have hope, Jinbei?" She asked him that day, through tears. Hancock was never beaten, she was far too beautiful, so her master's anger was commonly taken out on her sisters. This had been one such day. "Our lives are nothing but suffering. Why shouldn't we just end them now?"She fell against Jinbei's powerful chest, sobbing. He tried to find words to comfort her...

He felt something move on the wind, he smelled the power of someone very strong. Something was about to change.

Then all Majorae shook.

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There was no subtlety in what had just happened. The invader, hardly noticeable in the distance, had hurled a piece of the cliffside directly at the city, smashing hundred year old buildings. What happened next was horrifying. Lead by Admiral "Sludgeman" Gost, every marine in the city charged the assailant. The first wave was cut to pieces as Tiger demonstrated his power by spitting a wave of redundant shark teeth at them. The admiral engaged him next, counting on his Logia powers to protect him.

Then Tiger released his Haki.

Admirals were supposed to be indestructible. So when Gost was ripped in half, it was no surprise that the Marine's broke ranks and fled. The didn't get far. Fisher Tiger's eyes turned to that of a Sea King, and he waded among them in berserk rage slaying all he touched.

And this was just the beginning of the Sunny Incident.

A/N: So basically , there is not enough written about this guy. What do you think so far?