THE FIERY SPIRIT OF ADVENTURE; A ONE PIECE FANFICTION
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. The wonderful man known as Eiichiro Oda does.
Chapter 2:
After polishing off the Flame-Fruit Fruit, the youth did that thing where you suck your fingertips after eating, "man… the rumors were right. Devil Fruit do taste like crap."
His uncle chuckled, "well, gaining new power usually comes with various levels of discomfort. It's a fact of life."
The young man nodded in agreement and set off back home, wishing his uncle a good day.
"Hey mom," he called as he walked through the door.
"Hey sweetie," she smiled. His mother was an attractive woman with shoulder-length brown hair in a bob-style and she was wearing a yellowish-orange sleeveless top, burnt orange knee-length skirt, and brown flats.
He walked up behind her, reaching around so that his hand was in her line of sight and snapped his fingers, producing a small flame that was quickly extinguished.
His mother, naturally startled, dropped the dish she was washing back into the soapy water-filled sink.
"Heavens, Zachariah! How did you do that?"
Our main character, now identified as Zachariah, smiled, "I found a Devil Fruit while climbing down from the tree I usually longue in… and I ate it. Now I'm literally fired up. Heheh."
Zachariah's mother had mixed feelings upon hearing this bit of information. While she was happy her beloved son now had an ability that would help him achieve his dream of becoming a great pirate, she was also worried. Didn't people who had eaten a Devil Fruit lose the ability to swim? Borderline fatal in a world that was mostly covered by water it was. Strange that with how many people had eaten them, you hardly hear of death by drowning due to that little drawback.
Zachariah headed up to his room to pack for his ensuing adventure, grabbing his spyglass, compass (he'd have to obtain a log pose once reaching the Grand Line), and his cash boxes. There were ten total, chock full of the berries he had saved over the last several years; including allowances, birthday money, and tips for doing odd jobs around the village. He knew he had enough for a ketch, cutter, or sloop.
Tomorrow, he would take his rowboat and head over to the neighboring Noen Island, which specialized in small boats, the kind that would be perfect for starting out his journey.
But first, Zachariah felt a change of wardrobe was in order.
And there's chapter two, folks. Next chapter, Zachariah begins his journey by obtaining his first ship, as well as his first crewmate. Spoiler; it's a girl. See you next time.