The sea was beautiful.
A long and endless blue, shimmering in the sunlight that always hit it the right way; it was a place of opportunity. Wealth. Fame. Fortune.
To Luffy it meant freedom.
Freedom from everything. Land, his grandfather, society- oh it's not like he didn't miss all that, nor he didn't go back to those things time and time again, but he wanted the freedom to do whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and the ability to have no one tell him he can't do it.
("It's impossible.")
To be locked up like an animal, caged and beaten and snarled at, put on a pedestal like a prize with a sign that said 'TRY TO BREAK HIM', it made him mad. It was disgraceful. It was everything he had never wanted.
Maybe he didn't mean that in a literal sense, or perhaps he did- no one could tell. All Luffy knew was that they were threatening his very existence—
("Marines will do that, boy, don't get so knotted up about it.")
-andhe wasn't going to let them get away with it.
A determined look on his face, Luffy asked Nami to sail straight for the Red Line, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as he sat on the prowl of the ship.
Freedom was his life.
No way were they taking it away from him, not after they had taken everything else.
Well this was pleasant.
I don't own One Piece.
