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Sand Bar
A sand bar on the Grand Line. A pirate ship is docked there. The crew stands there, gaping at a young man, who lies face down in the sand.
The only bad thing about pain thought the young man as he clawed at his stomach is that it's…well…painful.
Of course, the man really wasn't clawing at his stomach. He was clawing at the space that used to house his stomach. Now torn out by a well-aimed cannonball.
The crew that he had faced down simply laughed at him. They have a right to laugh, he thought, I knew from the start that if I got caught, I'd never be able to take down all one hundred of them myself. He held the treasure he had taken back from them close to his chest. But at least its mine again, he assured himself better to die with it pressed against my chest then to live a thousand years without it.
As the traditional 'fade to black' that is associated with death approached the man, who, really, was lucky to still be alive in the first place, a particularly egotistical member of the crew did something very stupid. He strode up to the man, stepped on him, spat in his down turned face. Then he pushed the man over, reached into the man's chest pocket, and pulled out the man's treasure. He held it in the man's face, laughed, and them kicked sand in his face.
"No…" he said, his voice growing weaker with every breath, "please…"
The pirate was dancing now, waving the treasure around and mocking the man.
The man felt anger burn within his stomach (figuratively, of course). He saw red. The man gasped. He knew. He was coming.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" The man screamed, his voice suddenly returning. "DROP IT AND LEAVE, PLEASE, ALL OF YOU!"
The crew stopped laughing for a minute, taking the man's words into consideration. Then they looked at each other…and laughed even harder. Was he really in a position to be making threats?
"PLEASE!" the man begged. "GET AWAY! DROP IT AND RUN, I BEG YOU!"
But the pirates would not listen. They were rolling on the sand now, trying breath while laughing as hard as they were. One even died, his last laugh etched on his face.
"I'M WARNING YOU!" said the man. But it did not come out in a human voice. It came out in a slow, demonic hiss.
The crew stopped laughing and looked up. The man was standing now. His pupils had turned bright red, and he was shaking uncontrollably. They grew worried. The captain motioned to the crew's resident giant, and the giant, with a single step, crushed the man underfoot.
There was a loud screech. Half man, half something else. Then the giant was thrown into the air. He flew across the sand bar, landing in the ocean several feet behind it. He was the lucky one. He would simply die from a Sea King attack.
Where the holey man had once been, there now stood a beast. Skin black as scorched charcoal, eyes narrow and piercing scarlet. The man's hair was on fire, or was it? A fire certainly blazed around it, but the hair itself remained untouched. There was no sign as to where the cannon had made its mark.
The creature let out a slow, demonic hiss. The crew stared, transfixed with shock. The beast raised its hand, and lunged forward.
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