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#1. For the record, I am nothing. I started to write this story because I like and hate One Piece. I like it for obvious reasons, and hate for other reasons. They are things, you don't need to know. Also you could say I am a fan, so don't hate me for this neither for anything else. Thank you.

I tried to be good enough with the grammar, but I made several mistakes. Although I hope the reviews won't hurt me, so I can publish more of this story. (Constructive criticism is welcomed.)

The world is the magnificent world of One Piece. The exact islands or places are God knows what will be, and also I will know it, if I will still live and get there. The story starts, before Luffy's existence. The story will be long, if I would write it, and eventually, you will meet with characters, you already know from the main story of One Piece.

#2. This is for you, if you don't understand my writing "style" (that is not even a style, I just don't know any other word for it. From about the 3th chapter, you'll see, that I ignored some of these 'rules'.) :

"I am talking" / " " talking sign
Ten seconds later... / ITALIC Time goes by
'I am thinking' / ' ' Thinking sign
'xy' - I thought / - after thinking or talking, a sign to get back to the storyteller's speaking.

If you still don't understand something, tell me in a civilized manner, and I might answer.

#3. By the way, Oda might be called the king of foreshadowing and such, but you should read this story at least as watchful eyes, because I'll... I am foreshadowing.

Somewhere on a desert island…

In a natural furnace, a huge desert, a boy walks slowly. One of his hand is bleeding, while his hair filled with sand and dust. Barefoot on the boiling ground, his foot covered by sandy blood everywhere. All his bones are visible, almost like a small skeleton, with only a straw hat on his head. It was bad shaped and obviously made by some amateur.
He didn't know how long he has been walking, but after a few seconds, he lifted his head a bit, so he could saw out under his hat. Slowly turning left, then right. He couldn't see anything. Only sand, and sandhills. He started to walk slowly, as he turned forward, and lowered his gaze. He walked forward as a tiny bricklike thing could be seen far behind him probably a town, and an endless desert in front of him.

After the sun started to lower, with its last ray of light, it made visible a small figure laying in the sand. The small boy was breathing weakly and didn't move an inch. His body was half covered with sand by the wind of the desert, barely making him visible, when the last sunrays died, and the darkness started to reign the night, and a few howls welcomed it.

Suddenly the boy felt some unbearable pain in his body, that he couldn't ignore. All his strength that remained in his body, he used up in an instant, to stop the pain. Punching the dog in the head that chewed on his leg. The dog didn't let him go, until a huge cry came from the boy, as he shouted with worn voice:

- GOT OFF ME –

The dog jumped back, and it's eyes showed fear then it started to run away. The boy fell, as almost every last bit of his strength left him with the shout and moving. He was barely breathing, as he pushed his hands on the wound that still hurt and looked in front of himself for some sudden movement. His head started to sink and the huge hill, that was covered by sand, started to melt away, as it formed a small construction, but the boy barely saw or feel the whole thing, because his eyes and his body was starting to go numb. The boy was still sinking, and he felt himself falling. Unknown to the boy, he only fell a foot height, and he landed on some hard rock, that was visible now, and formed a small road to the building, that was built from rocks as big as cows are. The small boy felt his head as he landed, and suddenly he thought he heard something. He started to crawl into the shelter he saw a few seconds before, that emerged from the desert. The boy made a few inches with pain, he never felt before, but didn't stop, till he got under the rocks. Then, he tried to not breath fast, as his lungs hurt much more, with deeper breaths. After a few seconds, he started to go inside the building, and the place started to become so dark, he couldn't see anything. He thought he heard a voice again, and started to crawl again, on the floor, but stopped. With his right hand, he caught something. Immediately he put it in his mouth, and bite into it. It was a fruit, really small, like some wild apple or even smaller, but actually… it tasted horrible, so horrible he thought he would cough it up, but he felt some strength after swallowing it, and then, he started to hear things. Voices that he couldn't understand because there were so many, and all were talking, some were crying he thought, some were shouting, and the whole made so huge noise, that finally he lost his last bit of consciousness, and didn't move anymore.

Somewhat later…

'What… is… this?' – thought the man, as he started to hear voices around him. Some were cries, some were shouts, some were the running of … 'Who's runnin' all this much?' – he thought as he tried to move, but he couldn't. His arms and legs felt like some iron-weight on his muscles. He could barely open his eyes but didn't see much. Delusional and shady was his sight, but after a few minutes, he could see some women running, and a few men with white cape on them running even faster than the women whom just passed by. As he opened his eyes more and more, he could see his surroundings. He was in a bed, not so big, nor clean, with a greyish blanket. On his left, there was another bed, or beds, he couldn't tell because he couldn't see that far, but saw a man sleeping in that bed. On his right, he saw another man sleeping. Until now, he didn't close his eyes for a second, but he felt a huge weight on them, even in the first second he just opened it and now he just let his eyes to close, as tears started to gather in his eyes. As he shut his eyes, all the surrounding voices got quitter, and he began to feel less out of the world.

A few hours later…

The man opened his eyes, now with more strength. He felt something close to him and looked into it's direction. The sensed thing was actually a woman. Her hands were full of gauze, and she looked like someone who didn't sleep for a long time. The woman was watching the other man on the bed. ' He was sleeping before' he thought. Another man patched him up, who was in white, and used the gauze to stop the bleeding. Suddenly the woman's gaze wandered off of the man, to him. As she saw him, she instantly walked to him, and said something.

'What is she saying?' – he thought.

"hlary" – he articulated but felt a lot of pain in his throat as he tried to speak. For this, the woman bowed down, and talked again.

"Lary, I han heer yuu" – he said again, but decided not to say anymore, because his throat felt like it wanted to kill him with pain. Not trying to speak anymore, he tried to move his hands to his ears, but it barely moved. The woman like if it was water, poured the gauzes out of her hands, and with a slightly interested face, she took his hands, and slowly put them back onto the blanked. Than she started to look at his left ear. She also tried to calm him down, by giving him a shiny smile, and waving from up to down. After this, she continued to examine the man's ear, and pulled it a bit forward. Still with a smile, she raised her hands up, and showed another shiny smile, as she stood up, and went to the man in white who just ended the other guy's patch up. The man closed his eyes as he started to think… ' I can't hear… what if I got deaf… I don't even remember, after…' his eyes shot up, as he watched his surroundings, and examined every little sign that could mean harm. He tried to move his hands again, and his head also, so he could at least get up, or sit up, but his muscles didn't do the job. He could barely move his head, and his hands moved about two inches from the original position that woman put them. 'That lady…' – thought, as he lifted his gaze to the woman, still talking to the man. But like if he sensed the guy on the bed, he gazed at him for a second, and told something to the woman. She turned around to him and the white cloaked guy started to walk away. The woman with a small smile, started to talk to him again, waving her hands to and fro. For this, the man in the bed started to smile weakly, so the woman began to smile even more. She got the gauzes up, and before she left, she chose one gauze out of the pack, and gave one to him, putting it next to his hand, and she walked away. He touched it with his hand while looking at it. His hand was just as boney as it was or even worse. After gripping the gauze as hard as he could, he closed his eyes again.

A few minutes later…

He got to senses when he felt something twitching his nose. He opened his eyes, and saw the woman again with a plate full of tasty-looking food and a glass of water. His eyes were teary, as he tried to bite into some potato like puree, but his head just wouldn't move. He had no strength in his neck, or hands to grab it, but as he got frustrated, the woman held the glass of water to him, so he could drink first. Truth be told, he felt like he didn't drink nothing for some time. He started to drink, and even if his throat protested at first, it started to ask for more water, as he drank every drop of water, with the help of the woman in front of him. When he was done, the woman poured more water, so he could drink another round, and he did so. He drank 4 glasses of water, then the woman picked up food on a spoon and held it out to him, so he could swallow it. It was so good, he started to cry. The woman's smile got even bigger, as she fed him, and he ate bite after bite, all of it. As he did so, he just saw, that the woman was sitting on a small chair, and he felt comfortable in some way. After the last swallow, she reached to the man's eyes with a kerchief, and wiped off his tears. She said something as she did this, but he couldn't hear anything so he just watched the woman, as she took the gauze from the blanket, and put it into her pocket. She then held out the kerchief and said something again, as she placed it next to his hand. After that, she went away, leaving only her small chair a jug, half full with water, and the kerchief, which he started to grip onto. He felt his stomach working as he was laying there, unable to move or do anything. He couldn't even speak normally, because his mouth and throat still hurt badly with every try. Even the swallowing was not pleasant during the water, nor the food, but it was so good that he couldn't refuse it.

A few hours later…

He started to open his eyes. It was dark in the room, just a little ray of light was present. 'It's almost night' – he thought. Then he clenched his hand, as he remembered the kerchief. 'She is so kind' -he thought as he saw the kerchief in his hand and started to smile a bit. He took it with both his hands and started to pull it closer to his face. He turned over to his left side, laying onto the kerchief and his hands close to his mouth, while he pulled his legs up some, to sleep comfortably. 'Smells good' – he thought.

The next morning…

"…ey … oy … a… y…"

" lemme sleefp" – he said, as he moved a bit more onto his left side, but the voice didn't stop.

"…eyy… ooooy… eet.. uu.." – it said, but he couldn't understand it, nor he cared, because he wanted this slumber not to go, not to get away nor to fade. It was so beautiful, nice and he heard the chirping of the birds, the moving of the sheep, the fishes' splatters in the pond. But soon he felt some great smell. He opened his eyes, and turned around quickly, and saw the woman from yesterday with a plate of food. The woman seemed surprised a bit, with a smile, and she said something like…

"Coud yuu saa it looder?" – he said. The woman started to laugh.

"So you can hear me?" – she said. It was obvious, that she said it a lot louder than normally. The man smiled and said:

"YES LADY!"

The woman chuckled 'lady?' – she thought. She said something again, that he couldn't hear, however, her next words were loud again:

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes!" – he said, and right after that, the woman started to feed him again, just like the other day. The food was great again, and he ate everything again. The woman started to talk again:

"My name is Betsy" – she said. The man tried to raise himself more from the bed, and sit properly.

"My name is Eliot, it's nice to meet you!" – he said, as they laughed. The room was filled with their loud speech, so the others couldn't really stay asleep. Almost everyone was staring at the source of the shouting, a man thin and boney like someone on his death, with long dark brown hair and eyes, and a huge smile. The guy was talking loudly so everyone could hear him, telling some story to the woman – Betsy – about a desert he was in with some wild dog that attacked him. Betsy smiled and watched the happy man with her deep blue eyes. After Eliot ended the story, Betsy said something again really loud:

"I see now! Well you don't need to run in the hospital from dogs, but in a few months, you will run faster than you did at that time."

"Really?" – he shouted.

"Yes! But I'll take you out now with a wheelchair, so wait for me!"

"Ok Betsy!" and so Betsy started to walk away and went out of the room. Now that Eliot followed her with his eyes, he saw all the others in the room. There were about 20 patients, but he couldn't see all for absolute truth, because there were beds empty.

An hour later…

"Ready Eliot?" – Betsy asked.

"Yes, let's go!" – said an exited Eliot, while sitting in a wheelchair. They were walking – and rolling – on a passage. There were several doors for the left, and great windows for the right, that revealed a huge lake close to the building, surrounded by trees and small buildings, paths to the lake, from the buildings, followed by flowers and bushes. Eliot could see a few camels that were not far. There were some kind of birds also.

"Are we in an oasis?" – he asked.

"Yes!"

"So this is Misei!" – Eliot said.

"Yes, it is. You've been here before?"

"No I'm from Kinaka, the big port. I've been in the three big town, and all the other villages, but never in the desert until…"

"Until now?" – Betsy leaned closer with a smile.

"Well, yes" – Eliot said, with a smile.

In the meantime they went through the passage, and got out of the building on a wide but not too high door. Eliot saw all the green, trees, bushes and heard some of the birds too, but they were not so pleasant to listen to.

"What is this horrible sound?" – he asked. Betsy started to laugh.

"It's a Klokbird, that makes horrible sounds if it wants to wake up someone." – she explained. 'It really is loud is you can hear it' – she thought, and laughed some more.

After a few minutes outside, Betsy went for the launch that was transported halfway by some kind of small train, that Eliot never saw before, and they ate together. It took a lot of time, because Betsy had to feed Eliot, and now even she ate something, because the strange train-thing brought not just Eliot's, but Betsy's food also. After eating and walking In the magnificent garden with birds and fruits in the middle of the desert, Eliot got really weak again, and sleepy, so with some help from another nurse, Eliot got back into his bed. He thanked the day to Betsy, and was asleep already.

The next morning…

Betsy was talking to a doctor in the room's door, but after a few minutes, he started to walk up to Eliot again.

"Heeey Betsy!" he called out. She smiled back at him and talked to him on lower voice than before.

"Good morning! How are you feeling?" – she asked.

"I'm bored, is there anything to do here?" – he asked.

"Of course! You want to help me?"

"erm…" Eliot looked a bit strange. "I can't really move my body" – he said.

"No problem, you need to get a bit stronger, so you can help me with my job!" – she said. "By the way, can you hear me loud enough? I've been talking normally, not as loud as yesterday."

"Yes, I can hear you." – said Eliot as he smiled. "It seems I can hear good now."

"Great!" – she said "Now, you need to get to work on your physique. You'll start with that doctor I was talking to. His name is Nikolai. He will be the rehabilitator, so you can get back your strength."

"hmm.. Ok." – he said.

After that, Betsy picked up a sheet of paper, that was under the bed in some kind of case. It was worn and yellowish.

"This is your medical history." – said Betsy, as she held out the paper so Eliot could see it. He looked at it, and back at Betsy, waiting for her to read it. Betsy saw that he waits for her, so she started to read the writing on the paper, and after a few seconds, she stopped, a small shock was in her eyes that Eliot failed to realize.

"It doesn't mention your name, or your hometown." – she stated, and looked up a bit, to see Eliot's reaction. He was looking at her, waiting for the next things. After a few seconds, she started to summarize the writing:

"You were found by an archeologist named Elisah of Turdoh…" – said Betsy and looked at Eliot again. He started to open his mouth but closed it again.

"So he was from Turdoh with the name Elisah. Do you know him by any chance?" – she asked, and Eliot quickly said:

"No, I don't know who he is. He lives here?" Betsy did not answer immediately, she started to read again, and said:

"He passed away some time after he saved you. I'm sorry." For this, Eliot saddened a bit, and said:

"I see" Betsy continued:

"He said he found you in a pyramid's roof, that was uncovered by the wind of the desert. It seems he patched your leg that was bitten by that dog you mentioned, and your arm, that was sliced. After that, the doctors tried everything, but you didn't wake up for some time." – she said and looked up at Eliot again. He was a bit teary and smiled.

"Elisah is a good man, he saved me" – he said.

"Yes he did!"

"So I slept a lot…"

"Well that's right, but now you are awake. You should heal and… You said you are from Kinaka. Does your family live there?" – she asked slowly, not knowing what the answer may be.

He slowly said:

"I have no relatives. They are all…" he didn't end it, but Betsy could understand, just as she feared.

"Ok Eliot… There might be some more information on this." – she said, and started to examine the paper again. Her eyes widened.

"You ate a devil fruit?" – she asked as she looked at him. Eliot knew that those with the power of a devil fruit are hammers in the sea, because they are hated by it.

"No. I want to be able to swim, and… I heard that with eating a devil fruit, you won't be able to." – he said.

"It seams like you don't remember it… This says you ate one." – she said. Eliot looked at her with horror:

"REALLY? I WON'T BE ABLE TO SWIM?" – Betsy looked at him with concern.

"Yes, it seems. But… Maybe you got some great powers." – she smiled a bit. For this, Eliot looked down onto his blanket.

"Yes maybe…" – he said. With that Betsy went back to the paper again.

"It says, a small piece of seastone was planted into your body, so the unknown effects of that devil fruit won't work." Eliot looked up at that.

"Where is it?" – he said.

"No-oo. You want to take it out, right?" – she scolded him.

"Well… just to see those powers you mentioned." – he answered sheepishly, while looking in another direction.

"Absolutely not! You have to get back your strength, and then you can have those new awesome powers!" – she said still with that scolding tone. He was still looking like he wanted to get the seastone out and try his powers, she chuckled a bit and looked back onto the paper.

"So it seems that is all." – she said after a second, and put it back to the case under the bed.

That night…

The room was quiet and a bit dark. Eliot waited for this, and he started to move his body with every bit of his power, so he reached the bed's end with some awkward position, he was able to obtain the paper Betsy read and told about. At that half laying position, he started to read the paper. He didn't really learned how to, but he could read it. He started with the second half, because he knew, Betsy was reading that part, when she told about the devil fruit.

"Where are you…" – he mused. His slim fingers run through the whole second part, and at the end, he found it.

Devil fruit user! DO NOT put close to him or use seawater or seastone on him, or in him.
One week after he was treated Dr. Barukk made a surgery to put a tiny seastone into the right hand's thumb to prevent the effects of the devil fruit, that may cause the patients coma.

It said. On his face there was a big smile, and he started to chuckle, as he saw a black point on his thumb and bit into it.