CHAPTER ONE

"Well that was an interesting visit" He thought to himself, shading his eyes form the beam of the sun. His Black hair waving behind him as a gentle breeze managed to keep him cool. He placed his hat, which was resting on his back, on to head and placed his hands in his pockets.

They were...a lively bunch, that much I can say.

His eyes scanned the environment, sand, sand and more sand and to top it all of he didn't have a clue how to get back to his crew. He sighed out loud, his breath blowing his hair out of his eyes. He was tall and good looking and, that he thought was some what of a curse. He could not go any where without a huge hoard of crazed girls attacking him.

The life of a pirate is a funny life indeed.

He looked over the horizon, hoping to see someone or something that he knew instead he just saw…

"Sand! What is with all the sand?" He yelled out loud, then remembering that he was in the middle of a desert, laughed at the stupidity of his outburst.

"If I don't find my crew soon I think I'll explode" wiping the sweat from his forehead. His bare back was beginning to burn, upon his back was a tattoo. A tattoo that if you glanced at it you would know who this person was and you would know not to mess with him. He sighed yet again, this time it was an attempt to keep himself cool but it failed. The heat was getting to him.

"The heat is my worst enemy at the moment, how ironic" He said, laughing at his own joke, he had found what he had said funny as he had the power of a cursed fruit on his side, but not just any fruit, the Flare Flare fruit, which gave him the power to turn his body into one giant fireball at will. It was this power along with his tattoo that made him a well known and well feared pirate.

His crew was one of the most famous crews around and that was mainly owing to the fact that their captain was Whitebeard himself. He thought about his crew for a moment longer until he spotted the ocean.

"And it's about time, too"

There was just one small problem…

"Where the hell is my crew?"

Then an idea sprang to his head. They don't call him heatfist for nothing. He closed his eyes and summoned the power of his cursed fruit, at once his fist began to crack and sizzle and soon enough his entire fist burst into flame.

"That should do it" And with that he sent a wave of fire into the air, this acted like a flare. Soon after the flame around his hand began to dim and finally went out.

"Now I just sit around and wait" He then added as an afterthought "Rayne had best of saw that if not I am going to kill her" Rayne was the crews marksman and she had a small habit of doing things just to tick him off. He sat down on the sand which was hot to the touch, this feeling only lasted a moment and the sensation went away. He was tired and now he was hungry. He closed his eyes and placed his hat on the ground behind him.

"They could take a while so I'm having a nap" He lent his head back onto his hat. He was about to doze off when he heard a voice calling his name. The voice was familiar and it was female, he sat up straight and he wore a smirk on his face.

"A voice that loud, it's gotta be Rayne" And sure enough he saw his ship pulling up to the bank. He stood up, put his hat back on his head and began to walk towards the boat as if to meet it half way. The ship had come to a stop in front of him. A walk way was lowered so he could get on board. Waiting to greet him was a tall and powerful looking man. He extended his hand and wore a smile on his face.

"We have missed you around here Trace" He said the lad who was boarding the Boat, the boy returned the smile.

"I knew you would miss me Whitebeard, this crew won't work without me"

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