It was a fine day to be out at sea. The sun was shining. Birds were singing. It was heaven. Well, it was heaven for our friend, Mako at least.

He awoke from his daydream to find a woman shouting his name. The woman doing so was Ichigo, his first mate. Mako awoke and asked, "What is it now?" Ichigo shook her head and answered, "The crew members are restless. They have awaited your orders all day." Mako closed his eyes and returned to his daydream as Ichigo snapped him out of it. "Sorry, I just don't feel like giving orders today. I just want to sit here and daydream, this being such a nice day and all." Ichigo slapped her forehead, turned her arm into a club and threatened to hit Mako on the head.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to that chair you're sitting on, let alone your skull, would you?" she asked in a pleasant manner. Mako rolled his eyes and walked toward the main deck. "Remember, you owe me for this." He retorted. Ichigo slapped her forehead and called back, "Owe you for what? Doing what you promised to do everyday and that I have to remind you to do everyday?" Mako ignored Ichigo's rebuttal and headed toward the main deck.

As he arrived, his faithful crewmen were standing there waiting for the day's orders. "Okay, Mako, you wanted this life, you have to deal with it." Mako reminded himself. He walked up on stage and announced, "It is time for your first assignment of the day! Usagi, how much further do we have to go before reaching dry land?" A small rabbit walked up and answered, "It should take us two days." Mako grimaced and retorted, "That's not good enough! Okay, Jonouchi, I want you to cook us a mean fish to last us the day!" Mako's ever-faithful cook bowed his head and went off to wrangle his crew some grub. But before Mako could make his next order, his alarm rang as he…

Sprang right out of bed! Mako looked around and groaned. His newly purchased alarm clock woke him up again. 'Damn. I had that dream again. Why do I keep having this dream?' Mako decided to get himself some breakfast.

He searched through his cabinets and noticed he only had small cans of tuna. 'Where did all my fish go?' he thought to himself. As he sat down to enjoy a can of tuna, he groaned and thought, 'Why do I keep having this dream every night? I wouldn't mind it if it didn't happen at the same time every night. Not only that, but it always turns out the same. This strange woman with creepy powers wakes me up in the middle of a daydream on a warm summer's day. It's always about ordering some pirate crew around. Every time I'm about to make my second order, the alarm goes off. But, this can't be a sign, can it?'

Mako's stomach growled with anticipation as Mako remembered his tuna. As he munched it down, he continued his thought. 'It can't be a sign that I should become a pirate. I'm a man of the sea, but I would never be a pirate. I'm…' Mako finished his can of tuna and put it in the recycling bin as he said, "I'm a sailor…"

Meanwhile, in Domino City, a game shop was located somewhere downtown. The owner, a small old man, was up and ready for a day of work. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Everything was wonderful.

Suddenly, the door opened without anyone knocking. This startled the old man, but he was also quite relieved. "Why, a customer. Welcome to my game shop! I usually don't get customers this early in the morning! You almost startled my poor old heart!" The young boy ignored the old man's comments and placed his hands on the old man's shoulders.

"Cut the crap, old man. Where is Yugi Moto?" The old man looked at the young man with an astonished look. "Why, you're Mako Tsunami! Barely recognized ya'! Ha-ha-ha! I guess I must be getting senile after all these years! Ha-ha-ha!" This did not amuse Mako even the slightest. He looked the old man in the eyes and asked again, "Where is Yugi Moto?"

The old man held his hand up against his chin and answered, "Yugi's still up in his room. I'll call him down if you like." Mako nodded and answered, "That's fine by me." The old man took a deep breath, walked up to the stairs and called out, "Yugi, you have a visitor!"

Meanwhile, a spiky-haired boy named Yugi Moto sat on his bed when he heard his Grandpa's call. 'Wow, a visitor. I wonder who it could be.' His spirit, Yami, appeared next to him and answered, "It might be Joey. He was supposed to meet you today." Yugi shook his head and answered, "It's not like Joey to be early for anything."

As Yugi walked downstairs, he was surprised to see Mako standing there. "Mako, what are y-" Mako cut him off as he yanked his arms and blurted out, "Yugi, I need your help and I know that only you can figure out this problem I'm having! I spoke with a therapist and he just gave me a bunch of bull-crap!" Yugi pushed Mako back a little and answered, "Fine, I'll help you… just as long as you promise not to react like that again." Mako nodded as the two stepped out back.

Mako told Yugi the whole story about his dream. He told Yugi about the woman, the creepy powers and how he commanded a seven-man pirate crew. "Wow, that's quite a predicament you seem to be having." Commented the young boy. Mako nodded and asked, "What does it all mean? Do you think it's a message that I should become a pirate?" Yugi nodded and answered, "It would seem so." Mako's heart started to sink as he retorted, "I think God may have made a mistake. I don't want to be a pirate. I hate pirates. I'm a sailor, and sailors can't be pirates." Yugi nodded along and stated, "I know you must be going through a lot but I can not tell you what you can and can't do. You have to decide whether of not you wish to be a pirate."

All night, Mako thought about this. His life of piracy seemed like paradise. He had this strange feeling deep down inside telling him that the dream would come true if he were to become a pirate. Suddenly, Mako's tummy started to growl viciously. 'Ugh, I need another can of tuna.' He thought in disgust. If he saw another canned fish, he would surely die. If he were a pirate on the other hand, he would be able to eat all the fish he wanted to eat. Suddenly, something caught his eye. It was a strange fruit with weird designs on it.

'This fruit looks delicious.' Thought Mako reaching out for the fruit. He picked it up, moved it toward his mouth and took a big bite out of it. After finishing up the fruit, he felt queasy. He felt as if the fruit had made him sick. Not only did it taste really bad, but he felt even more hungry than ever before. He decided to catch some fish but for some strange reason, he couldn't swim.

As he dove into the water, he struggled to swim to shore but couldn't. As luck may have it, a local merchant just happened to be passing by and noticed the poor man in need to serious life saving.

The merchant dove in and fished Mako out of the sea. Mako coughed up a gallon of water as the man asked him why he was swimming. Mako told the man how he had eaten a strange fruit and how he nearly drowned trying to get more food.

The man's eyes widened. "You-You have no idea what's going on, do you?" Mako nodded and asked, "Why, do you know?" The man grinned and answered, "You just ate the Devil's Fruit."

Mako's heart nearly sank at the sound of this. Had he really eaten devil fruit? He looked at his hands and noticed that they were made of water now. 'Oh my god…' thought the young seaman. All those years he spent fishing, and his yearn for real food caused him to lose his greatest talent. It was official. Mako knew what he had to do.

The next day, Mako had packed up all his prized possession. He even packed his dueling deck so he had something to do. Mako was going on a long sea voyage. He was going to be a pirate.