Long before the pirate age began and the Revolutionary army was formed, not all islands around the world obeyed the world government whole heartedly. A single country in particular shone like a lonely candle in a moonless night. That countries name…Lurabelle….
PROLOGUE-
Dragon was nine years old and was being trained to be a marine by his farther Garp. Like Luffy, he hated the thought of being a marine and was being 'guided to the road of salvation' by Garp's fist of love. But unlike Luffy, Garp was at home in the Goa kingdom most of the time, not out at sea.
"Hey Daaaad when are we gunna eat?" Dragon moaned with a pathetic look on his face.
They had been training since dawn and he hadn't had so much as a cracker all day.
"Ha, you're hungry already!?" Garp laughed
"You've eaten enough dirt to last a month! How can you even think about food?"
"Well why don't you try it? Then you'd know how it feels…" Dragon groaned half to himself.
Garp lazily got up and started to smile, then a huge grin spread across his face…but that turned into a sly and evil smirk. This made Dragon feel uneasy.
"Fine, let's go home and eat then!"
Dragon knew there was a catch as well as he knew night from day so didn't hold his breath.
"IF…" He continued and turned towards the shore
"…you swim to that small island over there, build a raft, and sail back!"
The young Dragon was gone in a flash, with the thought of finally eating willing him on. The island was barely in eye sight but was reasonably easy to get to. He dived into the salty water and made for the grey blur in the distance. He wacked his foot against a rock that he didn't notice but ignored the pain and swam at full speed.
As he got closer to the sandy beach, he noticed a ship docked there and decided that it would be best to avoid. He had a bad feeling about it. Luckily, it was on the other side of a fairly dense forest. Dragon sat drying his clothes out of reach from the calm waved that hugged the land, he may be in a hurry, but he didn't want to catch a cold. His stomach started to groan reminding him of how hungry he was and how little he ate. H put his hand on it, not that it could do anything to help. Pain throbbed in his foot from when he had hit it. 'Curse that bloody rock,' he thought a frown had covered across his face, he still had a terrible feeling about coming here.
Slowly, he got back on his feel and stumbled to the forest with a limp. The sky was turning to a deep shade of blue but red streaks of cloud still lingered in the turning sky. Dragon collected some vines and fallen timber around the forest floor and got to work on his raft.
He pressed on deeper to find suitable vines, but he had a shiver down his spine, as he got the feeling he was being watched. Quickly, he swung his head round to see who was there, only trees and undergrowth were behind him but he didn't dare move back. Someone was there. He knew it. Voices could be heard from the direction he came from, they didn't seem to be aware that he was there, but he ran in the opposite direction anyway. He ran for about two minutes before realising that he had made the biggest mistake of his life!
He couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't twitch a finger. Suddenly, all the pain and hunger he had felt had disintegrated; an ember in the ocean. A large campfire roared in the center of the clearing and all eyes were on him. In the corner of his eye, a ship stood proud, the flag on top was marked with a famous crest. Around it was the name of true fear.
'World Govt.'
