It was sudden, the loss of all feeling. One second everything was normal as I am going about my everyday life (what was I doing again...), the next thing I know is that everything is gone and I feel nothing. I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is no sense of time, nor of direction. There is no distinguishing between up and down, nor that vague perception of the things around me, even my own body. Everything is just, gone...

For some reason I find it... comforting. It doesn't take much longer than an instant for me to succumb to the pleasant emptiness that envelopes me like a warm blanket in winter as I doze off into a peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of anything and everything.

The sound of waves crashing into one another is calming, combined with the hypnotic swaying of the sea, its as if nature is singing a spell to cast off any worries one might have. The entrancing pattern is broken, however, when a wave grows ever so slightly higher than the rest, just enough to splash into the small boat and wake me up.

Groggily I sit up, trying to understand why I am suddenly wet and 'ohmygodohmygodohmygod WHAT AND THE FUCK HOW WHERE THE HELL AM I?!?!'

Frantically turning my head doesn't seem to help me much since all I can see is the endless expanse of the ocean. In fact, all that does is make my panicking worse.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

I almost pass out from shock. In fact, I wish I did, because all the panic that I probably should have felt back when everything suddenly disappeared is settling in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

However, the ocean doesn't care and gives no response to my cries. Focusing my attention on the melody of the waves rising and falling actually seems to help calm me down a bit. Well, not much, but enough for me to reign in my panic forcefully as I try to assess the situation.

"Alrighty then. Well, fuck."

It doesn't go well.

The first thing that comes to my notice now that I am paying attention to my ears is that my voice has changed. It seems a LOT higher pitched than before, enough that even though I've never payed attention to how I sounded before, I can clearly tell the vast difference in tone and pitch.

It's not like I know what to do though. 'Why would my voice change? It's a bit different than when I inhaled helium from a balloon at a party not too long ago, as that made me sound like what I imagine Morgan Freeman as a Chipmunk would sound like.'

Thinking of the only other 2 things I know of that could influence such a thing, I look down (not yet noticing how my hoodie is a bit larger on me than it should be) to feel my crotch and yep, it's still there. I am still a guy, which gives me a slight feeling of relief- though I'm not sure why I should be concerned in the first place.

I attempt to stand up, only to get caught on my very loose pants and fumble and fall into my face, making a noise I would rather not admit having come out of my mouth. I am made painfully aware that none of my clothes fit and 'are you fucking kidding me this is one of my favorite outfits, how could it seriously be this big on me?!?!'

"Son of a flippin biscuit..." the audible irritation emanating from me as I let out a thick sigh could be heard from a mile away. If anyone was around to hear it, though, they'd probably just be confused at the nonsense I was spouting. Although, with my new childish voice, it would sound pretty hilarious if anything.

My attention then shifts to how big my clothes are. The sleeves of my grey hoodie are incredibly oversized as my arms don't even reach the ends. I have to push up the sleeves just to see my hands. Although the proportions don't feel different, it's still quite obvious how... small they are.

'My skin tone is a bit lighter now, too, I think.'

Now I focus on my black jeans. They're way too fucking big. I can't wear these at all, even if I had a belt! Getting them off is a bit of a struggle too. I don't have to worry about being indecent since the hoodie covers up most of my entire body now, so I can handle the little bit of embarrassment that comes from having no pants.

Grabbing the edge of the boat to take a small peek over to the rather calm sea, I look at my reflection. It's not perfect by any means, with all the waves and whatnot, but it's enough to tell that my hair color has changed too.

'It's pink... has it always been pink? No, I'm fairly certain it wasn't...'

"What the actual fuck, okay. This ain't funny anymore. Why am I practically a child again, why is my hair pink, but most importantly..."

With a bit of effort I manage to actually stand up this time, taking in the view, as I see I am in a small rowboat big enough for one person.

"...WHY AM I IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMNED OCEAN?!?!?!"

A few hours have passed since I first woke up, and I have yet to see anything resembling land. I've tried pinching myself several times to try and wake up, thinking it was some kind of dream, but alas, I am still on a boat in the middle of nowhere regressed to the body of a child.

The worst part of all this is that I seem to be missing some memories. For one, I have no idea at all what I was doing at the time when everything suddenly went black. That, along with the fact that there are bits and pieces here and there in my memory that I know I'm supposed to know that are blurry or straight up gone. Then there's that sickening feeling that I'm missing something, but I can't quite place my finger on what it is. This lack of information leaves me progressively more unsettled the longer I think about it.

There is almost something comical about the situation, but I can't find anything funny to laugh at. I am starving, and there is almost nothing to do except mental games and exercises which I have quickly grown tired of.

"GROOOOOOAAAAAAAUUUUUUU!!!!"

'...' I quickly grab my stomach as I try to hold in my embarrassment. My face turns red even though there's no one here but me.

"Is this some sort of sick joke? Is someone messing with me? I would really appreciate it if I could go back now..."

I try calling out to whoever or whatever might have done this to me, but I still seem to get no reaction.

"Is putting me in this body the universe's way of telling me that I really am nothing more than a child? Because that's not funny at all!!!"

I've never once been referred to as mature, and that's always bothered me. That no matter what I do, everyone calls me childish. 'What does "its the way you react to things" even mean? And it's completely normal to have hundreds of plushies!'

Although my situation is like this, during my time spent on this boat I've at least come to get a better hold over my smaller body. It's hard to move around with the limited space, as I'm not stepping a foot into this shitty ocean, but I've managed to somewhat get my bearings. Because I used to be so tall and the fact that I grew so quickly I've gotten really good at correcting myself when I stumble and fall. Short people never seem to understand how many times tall people either hit their heads on something because the world isn't made for tall people, or how we trip or stumble over something we couldn't see cause of how small it is compared to us.

I don't have anything with me aside from these clothes that no longer fit correctly. I've always preferred loose clothing, but my new size makes these clothes kinda ridiculously big.

With the size change, my pants no longer fit at all, and I have to bundle them up to keep my legs warm. It's starting to get a little cold around here...

Even if the hoodie is ridiculously large for me currently, it's still wearable along with the white T-shirt underneath, which is a bit of a relief considering it was a tad bit big for even my tastes before. What I'm most grateful for though is that my boxers are made of a somewhat stretchy material and used to be really snug because now that I've gotten smaller it barely still functions as intended.

"Le sigh... I really wish I had my deck of cards right about now..."

'I could certainly use the practice since I haven't had much time lately to devote to my interest in magic.' I've learned quite a lot about magic and how it works over the past 4 years of my life, and have gotten the hang of it. Some said that I should've become a professional magician and performed live on stage or something, but I only learned it half because I wanted to show it to my friends, and half to spite someone who said I couldn't do it.

"Uuuurg. There's literally nothing out here. Can something interesting happen already?!?!"

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as immediately after those words leave my mouth, the sea starts to become a lot more wild and dangerous. Startled by the sudden change, I lose my balance and let out a squeak befitting my new age.

"I take it back! I take it back! I'm perfectly happy with a boring ocean!"

The waves are steadily rising, already taller than me when I'm standing on this small boat. The once sparse clouds begin to block the sky, growing darker much faster than I would have liked. My panic increases the longer this goes on as it gives me this ominous feeling.

After what feels like an eternity (but is probably only a minutes or two at best) my fears seem to come true as a titanic wave begins to rise. It's so incredibly large it feels like it might touch the clouds. It's got to be hundreds of meters away from me but I can feel the presence of death crawling towards me, yet there's nothing I can do about it.

"ITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEIBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBACKITAKEITBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The waves crashes hundreds of meters away, yet the aftereffects of it linger long enough to reach me all the way over here. With a mere sliver of a fraction of the power that wave had, it knocks my head into the seat board of the boat, crushing it into pieces. The small boat never stood a chance in these waters as it gets absolutely annihilated, and the force knocks me out instantly.

I am at the ocean's mercy.

"Oh dear..."

I take in the sight in front of me as It's one that Ive grown used to. This island is known as a graveyard for ships, as the currents around it always lead the ships nearby that have lost to this famous sea's monstrous weather to wash up on this shore. I knew once I saw that storm suddenly appear, we would have another shipwreck to clean up and scavenge.

Usually after these storms we get wreckage of all kinds of ships, but most of them belong to pirates. After all these years I've gotten pretty good at predicting which storms would bring us the remains of its wrath. It turns out this time I was right yet again, but hardly anything showed up so I'm somewhat confused. 'It doesn't look like one of the mighty ships that are required to sail in the Grand Line, but rather the remains of a small rowboat. That can't be right though, since doing so is downright suicidal.'

That last thought brings me to the thing that stands out the most in this shipwreck. At first glance, it looks like someone had their torso ripped off their body. However, after getting closer to inspect the scene, bending over to take what little remains of this ship and maybe bury the body if I still have a free hand, I realize that that is no corpse. That is in fact a child wearing nothing but a ridiculously overly-large hoodie!

Dropping the small pieces of wood I had in my hand I hurriedly check their pulse- good, they're still breathing. Seeing this sight hurts my heart to think about what this child has gone through, but now is not the time to dawdle.

Pulling them off of the shore to prevent them from being dragged out to sea, he sees that they are missing their left leg from the knee down. Further examination shows that it seems the leg was bitten off by something with razor-sharp teeth. Their head is bleeding too, though it's somewhat hard to see cause of their hair color. It's a miracle they are still alive. In fact, the separation on the limb is very clean, and shouldn't get infected if treated right away.

I carefully place them on my back in a way that would be hard for them to be disturbed while I run to my home. 'Wow. They're way lighter than they should be, almost like a sack of feathers. I hope this isn't a sign of malnutrition...' I think as I start to worry for this child's health even more.

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