Hello. Two of the characters in this first chapter came from my other story One Piece Ultimate Adventure. I didn't like how I wrote them in my story so I decided to make a new collaborated story with an author named King Spike Rule. Usually I get help for a story later on in the chapters but I usually feel guilty afterwards for getting help to make those chapters. I don't regret writing the names of the people who have helped me and I don't regret asking them for help. I hope when this story is finished I can have at least eight hundred reviews. Even if I have to write one million chapters I will do it. People have made OC stories that have gotten high reviews and there was no principals to the way that they did it so why can't I do it? The first chapter is a POV, first person. I hope it doesn't matter that the next chapter is in third person. Forever a writer even if I drop out of school, get old, or get damaged in any way, I am the only author you will think of when you hear the name 4fireking. Please review my friend King Spike Rule's stories and any author I say helped me write the future chapters.

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( Christopher's POV)

Sailing alone in the West Blue on a raft was getting tiresome. As a boy I crave the times where I am by myself but it's only good when you know any minute you won't be alone anymore. For the past two days since a deal I made a year ago...I don't know what was more dangerous; being alone or being around pirates who wanted me for my innate ability.

My father is an assassin. A prodigy assassin who has made his master proud from the countless killings in his life. What was I to my father? I was the son who would grow up to be an assassin just like him. Assassins come in all shapes and sizes, unnoticed by most people, and we have been forgotten since the moronic Gol D. Rogers told everyone where his treasure was stashed. Do I believe I that treasure Gol D. Rogers has hidden away? Of course I do. I only don't believe that after years since his death that not one pirate—men with swords and guns who sail in the largest boats across the sea—have not been able to find the One Piece. But as an assassin I cared very little about something that is meant for pirates.

What do I care about? What dreams am I searching for? No one asks an assassin what his or her dreams are because anyone whose spotted an assassin has never lived to tell about it. I love cooking. I find food mostly perishable on my island with a limited amount of it good to eat, but I admire a good meal so much I try to create one by my own. I never thought anything my blood soaked hands could make would be anymore more than a travesty, but believe it or not people actually liked my cooking. So much they would jeopardize my families operation by asking me to cook for them like I'm some kind of cook. I love how people like my cooking and if any of them found out me and my father were assassins I would have no choice but to end their lives...quickly because my father tells me never let the enemy have a chance to escape no matter how narrow it is.

Me and my father were assassins, but what about the mother. I call her "the" mother because she's not really my mother. She's a woman my father married a year ago; two days before these events transpired and I was put on a raft sailing nowhere. My stepmom has two daughters—one blond and one with unmistaken blue hair. Because of them I had to leave home. One of them had to be a hero. Assassins were none of her business but when she hears a man was selling drugs by the docks she had to put on her books and that magical item that gave her the power to fly and go after them. She was caught by them, and I had to kill one of them to save her. The leader of the gang was Nampa Overkill. I knew a man like him, even if I killed him, would bring legions of followers to this town to kill me and my family (step mother and sisters included) unless I gave in to his commands. And he commanded me to go with him.

Suddenly, my raft crashed into something. Lying on my back I couldn't see what it was. Standing up I could see what it was I bumped into. It was a raft no bigger than mine, on that raft was a flimsy looking character. He was without a doubt a boy, by my estimates around seventeen years old and looked like a seventeen year old of average height. He had brown eyes and messy brown hair. His muscles were big but his body was thin. He wore a brown coat that that hugged his body and big pocket black shorts. Right now he say what I looked like, and that was a boy of sixteen who was just as thin as him but no way in hell as muscular. I have a small scar on my chin line and like him my hair was brown but also had a fringe of black hair around it. My eyes are blue, I wear a brown coat which almost made us twins, but unlike him I wore blue pants and I wasn't barefoot like him.

" You attacked my ship!"

The boy acted fast and attacked me. He moved his arms furiously at me. Every single jab he made I dodged. What he didn't know was I ate a Devil Fruit, the Toad Toad Fruit. Regardless of what people say about it the Toad Toad Fruit is really a paramecia Devil Fruit. I can stretch my tongue really wide with it and jump higher with it but I couldn't turn into a toad. My tongue elongated and slashed at the boy, and then he grabbed my tongue and threw me on the raft doubling me over.

He rolled me towards the water. This kid was good. He either knew anyone whose eaten a Devil Fruit has lost the ability to swim or he is just hoping can't swim. It was checkmate for me; the end of my journey. However, the kid pulled me back up and smiled at me. It was then I realized he wanted to be my friend.

" Your strong. How would you like to join my crew?"