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The world will go into a frenzy.
The image, clear as day and brighter than the sun shines in his mind. Boys, girls, men, women, everyone and everything, people who only had an inkling of what lay beyond, people who had never heard the call of adventure before, people who were born dreaming of mystical lands and miraculous seas, were going to be lured by his promise of the world.
And among them all, one would grasp the world by its neck, shake the seas, and laugh as the others struggled to find One Piece, desperate and ugly in their hatred. He could see the one now, arms outstretched and mouth stretched into a grin.
He liked the look of that grin, bright and oh, so much promise of adventure in that one expression. Definitely a D, he thinks, with that kind of shit-eating grin. Of course, who else would bring about so much mayhem to the world.
As the marines commence his execution, he can just barely, barely¸ make out the voice of his future legacy, connected through past and future and that same desire for…
"I don't want to conquer anything! I just think that the guy with the most freedom in this ocean…is the Pirate King!"
Freedom.
Death? As if that could stop him. There was change coming and no one could stop it. The world was so much bigger than him alone and some were just too blind to see past his words. But no matter, the words of a distant soon-to-be Pirate King echo in his ears and he knows.
Death approaches swiftly after his last words and there is nothing he regrets in this moment, his legacy will live on.
Gol D Roger grins.
fin