AN: So, to forward this thing, my life has been hell since the last time I posted anything. Between getting a job and my dad coming down with cancer, not a lot of time to write. But now that things in my life are getting a bit more normal, I decided to sit down and write this. A proper One Piece story, because why not? Heavy thanks to Xomniac's This Bites! for the inspiration, and for being such a good story in general. (Side note: This is and SI story and as I have a fairly thick accent, I will be trying my best to write my dialouge in it. If this is off putting, well apologies in advance.)

We Are Where?

Ch1 Fresh Arrival! A Strange Food and Pirates?

Location: Unknown

Time: Unknown

The last thing I could recall... a flash of light... a sharp shooting pain... a raging headache... did the Fourth celebrations go wrong? Looking around, I could quickly tell that things were far to off for it to have been a misfired firework. After all... pretty sure northern Tennessee doesn't have a seas breeze and palm trees lying round in abundance. All I could see was fairly dense woods, numerous bushes and a nearby beach, with a laarge wrecked sailing ship beached on the shore. From the wear, it would seem to have been on the island for a while. Checking my person, I could tell I would need any supplies I could find on it; all I had on me was a pair of jean shorts, a set of sneakers, a red Voltron T-Shirt, my glasses, a pocket knife, and an iPhone and headphones.

"Odd... why da' 'ell am I getin 'n internet signal, 'n no phone reception? Fer dat matter, where de fuck 'm I? Sure as 'ell ain't home..."

Scrounging through the ship, my fist sign of things being truly off was when I found a set of rusted cutlasses. Who the hell still carried a sword in 2016? Digging further in, things still kept seeming off... most of the food I could find was canned rations, still edible by the looks, though most of the labels were gone. But why were all these barrels here? Cracking one of them open with a piece of metal I could find, I took a sniff. I quickly regretted it.

"Holy fuck." My voice was nearly cracking I was straining to speak. "What the 'ell kina rotgut is dis shi? Smell's like a month ol dead skunk..."

Deciding to leave the barrels lone, I kept scrounging. I eventually maanged to find a canvas sack and some rope in fair shape, and made a throw bag out of it to keep the canned food I could find in. During my digging however, I came across a rather odd metal box. It seemed like it had been welded shut, and something had been written on it at one point that had been worn off. Kinda hard to make out though, I didn't have much light to work by... looked like something with LE in it... company name? Deciding to have a look inside (and after a lot of prying) I was able to crack the welds and of all things, a potato rolled out of it.

"That ws to much wrk fer a tatter... still, fresh food bettr dn canned..."

I'll admit, I wasn't really a fruit or veggie guy. Mostly a carnivore by nature, hell even my molars had developed points over the years. But potatoes, even raw, I LOVE. Peeling off part of the skin I took a single bite.

In that moment, two things happened... First:

"HOLY SHIT, DIS TING IS GOD AFUL!"

Second though was far weirder. I could see... things floating in front of me. Blocks arranging in columns, lettered symbols...

"Why de fuck am I seeing the fricking Periodic Table?"

I was getting a bad feeling fast... something compelled me to take out my phone and shine the screen on the potato skin. It was my first true sign that I was in for one hell of a ride.

"Wha kinda tatter has rings on its skin?"

Something started nagging me in the back of my nerdy little mind. Something about... fruits? Why the hell was that coming to mind. Deciding to take my apparent hallucinations, along with the entire affair, as the results of a particularly weird dream, I began to ignore them and kept rooting through the ship, deciding to let it play its course. But every time I focused on something, I kept seeing the symbols appear. After Sn appeared over one of the cans I grabbed it finally hit me what I was hallucinating.

"I cn see... de elemental make up a something? De ell is up wit dis weird dream..."

Still though, that one seemed off... weren't most 'tin' cans actually aluminum these days? Things were getting weirder and weirder in here... Then the worst possible thing that could happen happened. Now to most people, it wouldn't be such a shock, but to me, it was one of the most terrifying things that had happened to me in all my 19 years. I tripped and fell. Oh, I manged to catch myself and stop from doing any serious damage, save a small cut on my hand. But that wasn't what scared me. See,, I don't know about most people, but me, when I fall in my sleep?

I wake up.

My problem? I was still in the 'dream'. That one realization hit me like a charging rhino.

"Oh God... I ain't dreaming dis shit up..." At that moment the second shock wave hit. I remembered why ringed food, specifically fruit had come to mind. And it wasn't the happiest of realizations...

"Oh fuck no... no way in 'ell... I can't be 'ere,,, Der ain no fuckn way I'm 'ere..."

Still in a state of mild shock, I stumbled out of the ship's hold, and onto the shore. And thats when the 'reality' of my situation was rammed home with all the force of an artillery strike. A ship had docked on the beach. A caravel to be exact. How did I know this?

What other ship would have a ram's head figurehead with a man in a sleeveless red button down shirt, jeans, sandals, and a straw hat sitting on it.

I wont be ashamed to admit it. That was the point where I passed out.

Location: Going Merry

Time: However long since I passed out

"Oh god my 'ead... what a-" Nope. Reality is not back... I am still surrounded by people I know better than half my coworkers and yet have never met. Monkey D. Luffy. Roronoa Zoro. Nami. Ussop. Vinesmoke Sanji. "Where am I?"

"We brought you aboard our ship. You passed out on the beach near that Marine wreck. You've been out for about ten minutes, Mr. ?" Nami's voice answered. Huh... They really do speak English.

Leaning up off the deck, I looked towards Nami, preparing to answer as thoughts raced through my mind.

Sanji plus Nami, post Arlong park. Lack of Vivi, pre-Whiskey Peak. Nami's wearing navy blue. Lougetown to Reverse Mountain. Bow was still in fairly good shape. Lougetown, most likely. OHGOD WHYTHEFUCKAMIHERE. How the fuck do I approach this mess?

"Oi, Lardy, answer the beautiful woman." Yep, thats Sanji...

"Hey, ero-cook, give the man more that five seconds." Wow, Zoro taking up for a stranger- wait, that was a chance to dig at Sanji, wasn't it?

The truth, thats the plan... the crazy, suicidal, stupid plan... eh, it will save me a LOT of trouble down the line... cept the name "My name, is Anderson. Sanger Anderson."

"That's a funny name! You're not from around here, are you Anderson?" Leave it to Luffy to point out the one smallest difference from me and him: name arrangements!

"Oi, Luffy! Don't make fun of someone we barely know!" And there was Ussop, shaking like a leaf like I was a Marine Admiral.

"No... no I'm not." I looked at the five of them. Five people who were willing to do the impossible, to take on the world, a crazy, mad world from the creation of one of the most imaginative people to have ever walked the face of the earth. "So... how'd you people react if I said I may er may not 'ave fallen into dis place from anoder world where dis'n is a work of fiction that I read as a comic?"

The reactions were... rather arrived actually...

"I think the ero-cook dropped him a bit to hard on the deck."

"Oi, marimo, your the one that droped him!"

Ussop merely started laughing, thinking it was a crazy story. "Yeah, and there's an island made out of chocolate!" One truthful tall-tail down, many more to go!

Nami just gave me the exact look she gave to Sogeking.

And Luffy? "Oh, a mystery person!" Well, that was to be expected.

"Well, dat's one question answered. Next, how bought I prove it, eh? Wan me ta say tings no one else'd know? Like 'ow Nami here," That got her attention, "has a tragic backstory 'volvin a group of pirates lead by a fishmn named Arlong and had ta gater 100k Berri to try and buy 'er island back frm da sick and yet justified racist? Or ow bout Mr. Long Nose Ussop comes fro a village that nearly fell to the infamous Kurro?" Ussop stopped laughing and started shaking again. "Or Sanji's family tree? Zoro, wan 'em ta know 'bout-" I stopped as two swords an a leg stopped half a millimeter away from my throat. "Okay, guess not, moving on, how about how Luffy ere is wearing de hat of Red Hair Shanks of the Strawhats, and quite possibly Rodger imself?"

"Lucky guesses or Marine." Well, Nami the doubter strikes again...

"I agree with Nami-swan!" Yep, there goes Sanji...

"I... I think he's telling the truth..." Leave it to a liar to tell a truth from a lie, good Ussop!

"He knows to much..." Um... I think Zoro is either on my side or about to gut me...

"Shishishishi! A Mystery Man!" Not helping Luffy.

"Alrit, 'eres de best proof I cn give ya!" Yanking out my phone, I showed off my background. Staring back at the Straw-hats was Luffy's first Gomu-Gomu-no Pistol vs the Sea King. Luffy looked up at me and his serious face apeared.

"Guys... he's telling the truth..."

"WHAT!" Okay, note to self, invest in earplugs at Lougetown...

"Luffy... couldn't he-" Came Nami's atempts at realism

"I was half mile off shore Nami, and alone. No one could have seen it."

"Except the man that either came up with this world, or somehow has visions of it and prints it in mine." Well, time to get serious and drop the accent. Hard to sound serious when I use it.

"So you- You know our-" Ussop began

"Yes. I know every one of you as if you were a relative. Though a bit distant. I know the rough outline of the next three years. And I am about to pass out again, Sanji, one bowl mashed potato's when I wake up, please"

And out like a light again in this madcap world...

An: And so begins my journey thru one of the most charming yet fouled up world in the history of fiction. I wont pretend this is gonna be a record setting fic, or even a well written one, but hey, something to occupy the time, right? Next time, Setting the Foundations! Let Me Stay! This is Fanus Obscurus, signing off!