Chapter 2: Why can't I write One Piece fanfiction when the series is just so FREAKIN' AWESOME?!
It was a beautiful Sunday morning (since Japanese kids have school on Saturday, Sunday is the only day they get off), and Freddie and Gorilla were fishing in a stream. A small empty plastic bag laid next to them, and neither had even gotten a single bite as of yet. Sighing, Gorilla glanced at Freddie and let out a small grunt.
Returning the glance, Freddie nodded and stood up. He took in a deep breath and then dived into the stream. The moment he went underneath the rushing water, he vanished. The Gorilla watched in silence as he awaited for Freddie to come back to the surface. Eventually, the mute man popped his head out of the water, a small fish caught underneath his moustache.
Walking out of the water and dripping wet, Freddie placed the fish into the plastic bag and zipped it up tightly. Then, the odd couple headed up the hill and down the side of the road, not a single word traded between them. As the evening sun began to drop behind the mountains, the skies darkened and fireflies came out to continue their mating season, barely illuminating the road ahead.
Freddie and the Gorilla had walked for about an hour when suddenly Moto-Mechazawa zoomed by, with Kamiyama sitting backwards on top of it.
"HEY, FREDDIE AND GORILLA! BYE, FREDDIE AND GORILLA!" he quickly called before he had vanished off into the darkness of night.
...And that was all that happened.