Wake Up
Summary: When the Roger Pirates stumble across an unknown cave full of golden artifacts, an accident occurs that sends Shanks twenty-three years into the future. With little idea where Shanks had been sent, the Roger Pirates take the chance to get him back. In the future, Shanks meets a man named Portgas D. Ace, who is oddly similar to his Captain. Marco/Ace.
Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome to Wake Up! Where I fuck with the timeline again and do canon divergence as well as time travel. This started from a random snippet I did and now we are here. Once again. I am starting yet another fic. Dear god, someone give me some self-control. Anyway, pairings are subject to change as the fic progresses. I hope you enjoy! On with the fic!
Alright before we get into this, Luffy is already in Paradise doing Luffy bullshit. The Whitebeard Pirates timeline has been extended so Thatch is still alive and technically Teach is still with the Whitebeard Pirates right now. Just so you know. Alright, so Shanks and Buggy are about fourteen here fyi. The Strawhats WILL make an appearance later on.
Warning: Time Travel, Canon Divergence, plus more.
Pairings: Marco/Portgas D. Ace, Gol D. Roger/Portgas D. Rouge,
Chapter Time: The Gate of Time
Chapter Summary: As the Roger Pirates find an unknown cave and explore it, an accident sends Shanks into the future where he meets a man known as Portgas D. Ace.
They had walked into a small cave. One that Roger's attention had been grabbed by and his curiosity had them going inside. The inside of the cavern had been much different than any of them had expected.
Buggy, especially, was happy to see what was inside.
"So much gold!" Buggy exclaimed, rushing around the small cavern. Shanks snickered as he walked along, hands deep in the pockets of his pants.
"Be careful!" Roger shouted, "Oden is translating the walls. Until he gives the okay, don't touch anything!"
Buggy made a noise as he continued forward. There was so much gold here. How could they not just take it and be on their merry way? "You heard the Captain, Buggy." Shanks stated with the amusement mixed in his voice.
"What could possibly happen?" Buggy questioned.
"Who knows." Shanks hummed. Buggy grinned as he walked over to what could only be explained as a shrine and looked over the golden items that were sitting on the top. Without a second thought, he reached out, grabbing the closest one with a grin on his face. "Buggy, the Captain just said not to touch anything!"
Buggy snickered, casting the red head a look, "This is another reason you'll never make it as a pirate. Pirates take what they want!"
The red head grumbled, reaching forward to try and swat the item from Buggy's hand. The blue-haired teenager just detached his hand, putting it out of Shanks' reach. "That is not fair!" Going on with mumbling about the power that Buggy had. "Put it back, Buggy! We don't know what any of this stuff is!"
"Gold, of course." Buggy replied. "It looks like gold. Feels like it. So, it's mine."
"You and gold, I swear." Shanks muttered, "Seriously, Buggy, put it back before the Captain finds out."
"What are you going to do?" Buggy questioned, the smirk still on his face. "Tattle on me?"
Shanks actually looked offended for a second, before the anger came on his face, "Of course not! But Captain Roger gave an order, and you need to follow it!"
Buggy started practically prancing around, letting out a string of teases as Shanks kept trying to get the item from him. Part of him liked what this Devil Fruit could do for him. He was able to now literally have something over Shanks' head.
"For the love of seas, Buggy!" Shanks exclaimed. "Just put it down! You heard the Captain!"
Buggy was snickering. Now, it was merely a game to him. He was pissing off Shanks, while also doing whatever the hell he wanted. It was fine. Nothing bad was going to happen to them. Not while Roger was around. Nothing bad ever happened to them with Roger near them. Buggy shoved Shanks backwards, the red head stumbling over his own feet before he fell backwards, trying to catch himself.
Buggy huffed in triumph, letting his hand reattach to his body as he tossed the piece of gold in his hand. He paused, taking a close look at it. An hourglass. This was useless. "Fine, if you want it so bad. Here!" Buggy stated, throwing the golden hourglass towards Shanks. Without a second though, Shanks reached out a grabbed it. Buggy paused as he noticed the cut over Shanks' palm. Which he probably sustained from the fall. Even though Buggy felt a slight twinge of guilt, he pushed it to the side in favor of finally having one upped Shanks. "Now, you've also touched it."
Shanks grumbled as he stood back up, placing the hourglass back on the shrine. "You've had your fun. Just leave stuff alone now, Buggy." The red head said, turning to face him and flashing a smile.
Buggy rolled his eyes and turned around to head back to his nakama. They were further in the cave at this point, all standing around the wall with Oden kneeling in front of them, reading the inscriptions on the walls.
Suddenly, Buggy halted. Feeling a gust of wind hit his back. He turned his head, eyes widening for a second. "Shanks—"
"Buggy… I can't move." Shanks muttered, frozen completely in place as the wind was picking up behind him. Buggy felt all the air in his chest leave as he saw the swirling of purple and blue starting behind Shanks. A misty look as it started to get bigger and bigger.
"Shanks! Get out of there!" Buggy shouted.
"I… I can't." Shanks replied. Shanks did appear like he was trying to move. His hands flexing, legs shaking like he was trying to walk forward.
What the hell was happening?
X
The chill ran down Roger's spine. Something was wrong. Majorly wrong. He turned, his eyes widening as his gaze settled on his two apprentices. The wind that was picking up around them. He didn't think twice before he was turning on his heel and running towards the two. The only thing he could explain that showed up behind Shanks in a swirl of purple and black was a warp gate.
Shanks looked over his shoulder in complete shock. The fear that came to his face as second later as black ropes wrapped around his wrists, waist, and neck and started to pull him in.
"Shanks!" Roger yelled, his shout catching the attention of the rest of the crew.
All of them collectively calling out Shanks' name. Buggy was kneeling on the ground in shock, appearing like he was unable to move. The same black ropes that were wrapping around Shanks were starting to head for Buggy. Roger reacted quickly, hauling Buggy up by the back of his shirt and tossing him towards Rayleigh and Oden.
"Captain!" Shanks screamed out, struggling against the bindings. Roger put haki into his body, making himself go faster. His heart beating harshly against his chest. What the hell happened? What was going on? "Cap—" One of the ropes whipped out, tying around Shanks' mouth and jerking him backwards towards the warp gate.
Roger grabbed ahold of his sword, pulling it out and placing haki into the blade. "Shanks!" He hollered again. The wind was getting into his eyes. His lungs screaming at him.
All he could see was the panic on Shanks' face. The fear laced in his eyes. Urging the Captain forward. He could hear Shanks' muffled screams. His crew moving to assist. "Redtaro!" Oden shouted. "Captain Roger! We have to get him away from that! It's a time gate!"
Time gate? What the hell?
Roger reached out just as Shanks was being pulled in, being dragged across the stone ground, struggling with the rope now that was tied around his neck. Kicking his feet at anything and everything.
Roger's eyes widened. He wasn't going to make it in time. There was too much distance between the two of them. No matter how much haki he was using. How much speed he was able to place in his step. Still, the Captain lunged forward, reaching out for Shanks. Their fingers grazing each other just for a moment before Shanks was completely pulled in and the gate shut. Roger crashed to the ground, rolling across the dirt covered stone before he stopped, looking back to see that the gate and Shanks were gone.
"SHANKS!" Roger screamed, the disbelief on his face as his eyes widened.
Shanks… Shanks was gone.
No noise was made within the cavern. Not a sound as they all stood there staring at the place that Shanks had just been. Roger growled, slamming his closed fist into the stone. "How could I let this happen?!" Roger hissed.
He failed.
He failed to get to Shanks.
Now, he was gone.
X
Shanks couldn't breathe. Hell, he couldn't move. The exhaustion filling his body as he felt the rope like bindings tightening around him. His body felt light as a feather but heavy at the same time. He could barely open his eyes enough to look around him. Everything within his vision was blurry. They almost looked like memories as he was pulled along.
He was tired.
He just wanted to rest his eyes now. All his haki felt like it was being sucked out of his body.
Even if he wanted to attempt to scream out, he didn't think that he could. The rope that was around his mouth as digging in. Making it hard to even move his jaw. His wrists burned from the tightness around them.
Was he going to die?
He was going to worry his Captain. He had seen his face. Roger had legitimate fear on his face. A look that Shanks never thought he would ever see. Roger normally always had some sort of smile on his face. Roger wasn't smiling in that moment.
Was this going to be the end for him? Is this how his journey as a pirate ended? Roger didn't have much time left. He still had to find the last island. He still had so much to accomplish. Shanks, at least, wanted to live long enough to see Roger's dream come true. He had to hang on. He had to get back to Roger and the others. He just didn't know what to do.
He had his own dreams to fulfill. Desires to seek out. He wanted to travel the world. Take his time in doing so because Captain Roger couldn't. He wanted to be a Captain of his own ship. Have a crew to rely on.
This couldn't be how it ended for him.
I refuse. I refuse to… die!
Shanks' eyes snapped open as he felt the over surge of haki that went through him. Everything around him turning into a ray of blinding light before everything went dark and he lost complete consciousness.
X
"Everything is ready to go, Oyaji!" Ace exclaimed as he walked over to where Whitebeard was sitting in his chair. Whitebeard hummed, nodding at him but not exactly looking at him. "Everyone is just climbing back on board than we can go." Ace frowned for second, "Alright, then." He muttered, turning to look back at the rest of the crew who were getting back on board.
"Everyone is back—" Marco started, walking up and suddenly pausing.
Then Ace felt it.
The sudden chill that washed over his body. The hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
"Stand back!" Whitebeard immediately barked, standing up and holding his arm out to block any of their paths.
Ace looked in the direction that Whitebeard was, directly in the middle of the deck, a sudden small swirl of mist started to appear before it was getting bigger. The Second Division Commander could only hold a bated breath as he stood in a fighting position, ready to fight, as someone came out of it. Falling down face first onto the deck before the mist was gone.
The first thing he saw was the straw hat. Settled on the person's head. He couldn't see anything else to define who they exactly were. His heart completely stopped as he screamed out the first name that came to mind, "LUFFY!" He broke away from the others, ducking underneath Whitebeard's arm before his Captain could stop him. He dropped down to his knees next to the fallen teenager, freezing as he noticed one major detail.
It wasn't Luffy.
Luffy didn't have bright red hair.
What the hell was going on? He reached down, careful in his movements to move the straw hat away from the boy's face. He didn't look very old. Younger teens, maybe? What he noticed immediately was his bloody palm that was turned towards his face. The bruises – like ropes had been biting into his skin – on his neck and wrists. Slight discoloration on his tanned face.
Who the hell was this?
His eyes settled on the shaggy and slightly wavy red hair. For a second, Red-Haired Shanks came to mind. There was no way of that.
The boy was out cold. His breathing shallow and harsh, like he was wheezing to breathe. Ace didn't even know what overcame him before he was looking up, "It's just a boy. I need help over here!"
Whitebeard gave the go ahead and immediately Marco was the first to break away from the group. He dropped down on his knees next to Ace before he stopped for a second, "Holy shit."
"What?" Ace questioned. Marco moved, slipping the straw hat off of the boy's head, giving a better look of his face before he was turning him over on his back. "What's wrong, Marco?"
"This… this can't be real." Marco said, looking over to Ace in shock, "This is Red-Haired Shanks."
Ace shook his head in disbelief, "That's not possible."
Marco shrugged, "Apparently, it is."
Whitebeard had walked forward, the other Commanders standing by his side and circling around them. The yonko stared down at the boy, blinking for a second, "Well, I'll be damned."
"What?" Ace questioned, looking up in curiosity.
"It really is the red-haired brat." Whitebeard stated.
"You guys can't be serious." Ace stated, looking between them all before looking down at the boy, "He… that can't happen."
"Well, there was a rumor in the younger days of the crew that there was a place that someone could slip through time itself." Whitebeard stated, kneeling down, his large hand reaching down and running the back of his finger over the boy's cheek. "Maybe, it wasn't a rumor after all."
"I dunno." Marco shrugged, "If you don't believe us, ask him yourself."
"He is literally unconscious." Ace huffed.
Marco chuckled for a second before his face changed to a frown. He leaned down, almost hesitant to touch the boy before he sighed and lifted up his shirt. Ace felt his jaw drop, noticing the bruising that was over his waist and stomach. Similar to what was on his neck and wrists. "What the hell happened to him?" Marco kept muttering to himself, checking him over for any other injuries. All that Ace could see was the cut on his hand and the bruising on his body. "We will have to wait for him to wake up and ask him what happened."
"I don't feel comfortable leaving him on the island, so he will go with us." Whitebeard stated, "If this is truly Red-Haired Shanks, it would be more dangerous to do so. It's safer to get out onto the sea so no one can see him."
"And if he isn't?" Ace questioned.
"Baby steps. One step at a time." Whitebeard said before looking back at his sons. "Let's sail out! Marco, I assume you and the nurses will have this handled."
Marco hummed and nodded, "His oxygen level is low. I would like to get some oxygen into him." Marco stated, his hand was lit up in blue flames, settled over the boy's chest. Ace could still hear his rugged breathing, but it slowly started to sound like it was getting better, "Whatever the hell he just came through, sucked all the haki and oxygen right out of him. He should be fine after some rest and oxygen."
Whitebeard nodded, turning to Thatch, "Make the boy some food whenever he wakes up."
"Yes, Oyaji." Thatch stated.
Ace turned his attention back to Marco, seeing that he was holding the boy's wrist in his other hand, fingers pressed into his pulse point. The look on his face like he was counting and concentrating. After a moment, Marco nodded, "His pulse is coming back up too."
"Should we get him somewhere more comfortable?" Ace questioned.
"Let's take him to the infirmary." Marco stated, moving from his kneeled position to a crouched one before he was reaching out and pulling the boy up. "Get him hooked up to some oxygen and maybe get him some fluids." With him situated in his arms, Marco started towards the cabins. "I'll be back with some more information for you, Oyaji." He called back over his shoulder before he was motioning to some of the nurses.
With the cabin door closing behind the others, Ace exhaled, "Why do you think that boy is Shanks?"
Whitebeard smiled. "Your reaction, Ace." The yonko stated, "The straw hat he wears. Sure, there are always more straw hats out there, but that one I have a feeling about. That boy looks to much like Shanks not to be him."
Teach walked up behind Ace, that same smile the man normally wore on his face, "That is absolutely him, Commander Ace."
Ace cast Teach an odd look before looking back at the cabins. Everyone seemed so sure.
"Ace, this is the Grand Line. Anything can happen." Whitebeard stated.
X
They had already started sailing out, being a few hours away from the island that they had been restocking the ship at by this point. Ace was antsy to the point he couldn't sit down. He wanted answers. Everyone from the time of the Roger Pirates, who had been on the crew, were all positive that who they were dealing with was a younger Shanks.
"Commander Ace, calm down." Teach stated, "Commander Marco has this handled."
Ace stopped, giving a look at Teach as the others just gave Ace a deadpan look. "Okay, so if this boy really is Red-Haired Shanks. What happened to our Red-Haired Shanks who is supposed to be thirty-seven with one arm? The one who saved my brother? The straw hat? None of this makes sense." Ace stated, pacing around again as he scratched at the back of his head. "I don't have a fucking clue how you guys actually believe that he's Shanks. People just don't turn small."
"Unless they already were." Deuce stated.
"You are not helping, Deuce." Ace hissed.
Deuce just shrugged, putting his hands up. "I'm just saying. We don't know what that misty, portal bullshit was and both Commander Marco and Oyaji both said it's Shanks. I'm inclined to agree."
Ace groaned, falling down to his bottom, and throwing his arms over his knees. "I think I might take a trip just to make sure Shanks is okay."
Teach snickered, "Worried about the pretty boy?"
Ace snorted, shaking his head, "Don't call him that. Makes you sound like a creep." Ace grumbled, "No, Luffy would… Luffy would be devastated if something happened to Shanks and…" His sentence trailed off before he added, "Never mind."
"Don't you have his personal den den mushi number?" Deuce questioned, "Why not just call him?"
Ace paused.
He did.
"This is why you were my First Mate, Deuce." Ace stated as he pushed himself up. He paused as he felt the hand land on his shoulder, looking over to see that Marco was standing there. "Marco! How is he?"
"Resting." Marco stated, smiling softly as he turned to look at the others. "Should wake up soon. The oxygen is already doing wonders for him."
"That's good, son." Whitebeard stated, a soft smile coming to his face. "Anything that might be able to help us figure some more of this out."
Marco hummed, stepping away from Ace and placing a hand on his hip. "Well, I can't be certain of what caused it, but I can confirm the bruising around his neck, wrists, and waist were not caused by rope or a chain."
"How are you sure?" Ace questioned.
Marco turned his head to look at him, that smile still there like he was trying to be reassuring, "Rope will leave a certain type of mark or a burn on the skin before it will bruise. These wounds were fresh. I say a few hours at most." Marco explained, "Chains that are commonly used tend to leave a sort of indention of a pattern. I would say that it was a type of leather or rubber. Maybe even something else. I did notice something though. The bruising on his neck was the darkest, but I also found scratch marks underneath his chin and over some of the bruising, like he was digging in and clawing at something. This would account for the fact his oxygen levels were low. He was being asphyxiated. He probably lost consciousness before whatever it was released."
"Do you think he was bound?" Thatch questioned.
"Hard to say." Marco said, "I checked his legs and ankles specifically and found no signs of bruising that would indicate that he was restrained in a chair or had anything tied around them. If there was, it wasn't as tight. The other thing that I found gave me the most curiosity."
"And that would be?" Whitebeard inquired.
Marco sighed, "I found abrasions and bruises on his back. As if he was pulled to the ground and dragged. I suspect that he was pulled by his neck. He also had very slight bruising to his face that makes me believe he had a sort of gag in his mouth making him unable to speak. There was also a cut on his palm. Like it was cut on a piece of metal or a sharp object. It didn't look much like a knife or sword wound. His haki was low like he either overused it or it was drained somehow. I took care of all the injuries I could. I focused more on his abdomen and hand. I healed up the scratches a bit and took care of some of the bruising and now it's up to his body."
Ace sighed, looking down at the deck. He couldn't even begin to imagine what that boy went through before he ended up on the deck of their ship. All that mattered was, he was safe now.
"Anything to prove your little theory?" Ace questioned, cocking his eyebrow.
Marco shook his head, "No, but I'm pretty damn sure we're correct. I did meet Red-Hair all those years ago and that man is as straight as a Oyaji's mustache."
Ace hummed, shrugging, "Fair enough."
Before anyone could say anything else, they could hear the shouts first. The quick footsteps that came next. Ace shivered at the feel of the haki that was coming. It was weak, but it was there. Acting as if it was trying to lash out. None of them moved as the door was thrown open and Tate's voice could be heard saying, "You need to stay in bed, kid! Your oxygen levels aren't where they need to be!"
The red head rushed forward. He was without his shoes and his sash, but his hat was back on his head. A hand clutching onto it like it was a lifeline. The other was holding a knife in it, held up in defense of himself. His eyes were wide as he looked around, freezing as he noticed all of them standing there. "Where am I?" He questioned.
Ace held his hands up, taking a few cautious steps forward, "You're on the Moby Dick. The flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates."
"The Whitebeard—" The red head's sentence cut off as he looked around, shaking his head, "No, no, no… I need to get back. Captain has to be freaking out right now."
"Calm down. It's alright. You're a pirate?" Ace questioned. The red head nodded. "My name is Ace and I'm the Second Division Commander. What's your name?"
The boy eyed him for a second, looking at him in slight confusion. His hands were shaking, and his skin looked slightly pale, but he did look better than he did before. Ace was positive he got out of the infirmary in sheer panic. He wouldn't blame him for that. He remembered what it was like waking up on the Moby Dick and realizing that he had lost.
The boy nodded, "Yeah, I'm an apprentice." He muttered, his voice still sounded weak and hoarse. Now that Ace got a good look, he looked small. He had to be shorter than Luffy was currently, but the more he looked at the boy's face, he did resemble Shanks that much more.
Almost too much like him.
Ace smiled again, taking a few more cautious steps. Maybe, everyone was right. "You didn't tell me your name."
"Shanks." The red head whispered.
Ace exhaled sharply, nodding. He could hear the murmurs behind him as the others started to stand. "Wait!" Ace said. The boy—Shanks was already on edge. He could and probably would lash out at anyone who tried to come near him. "I've got this."
Shanks was looking around, like he wasn't sure who to look at. Ace could disarm him. Probably easily. Though, this was Shanks they were dealing with. Who knew how strong he was even back then?
"Don't—" Shanks snapped, switching his attention back to Ace.
"I'm not going to hurt you, but I need you to put the knife down. My nakama won't hurt you." Ace said, "You woke up in the infirmary surrounded by nurses, right?" Shanks nodded, "We were trying to help you. We weren't sure of your identity, so we've been waiting for you to wake up."
"Take me back to my Captain!" Shanks snapped, trying to raise his voice but was struggling to do so.
"Shanks—" Ace was cut off by Shanks taking a step back, putting himself into a fighting position. "Your strength is not back yet. You can't defeat me in this condition."
"You don't know a thing about me!" Shanks growled, tightening his hand on the knife.
"Well, this isn't going to end well." Marco grumbled. "And I just healed some of those wounds."
Ace ignored Marco in favor of approaching Shanks again, "Listen to me… your Captain is Gold Roger, right?" Shanks nodded, his grip tightening even more as his gaze narrowed. "I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that?"
Shanks gritted his teeth, "Why should I?"
"Because Shanks… it's important for you to know." Ace took in a deep breath, "Gold Roger was executed twenty-two years ago."
Shanks immediately shook his head, the denials falling from his lips, "That's impossible! I just saw him!"
Ace nodded, sucking in a deep breath as he took another step forward. Shanks' hands were shaking now, his head shaking as the tears came to his eyes. "Shanks, what is the last thing you remember?"
Shanks let out a shaky breath, sniffling as he muttered, "We were in this cave. Captain Roger… something about it interested him so we went in, and Oden was reading the walls. He told us not to touch anything and Buggy—" His sentence cut off as he choked on the air in his throat as he looked up again, "Buggy started touching stuff and he was holding it above my head. I told him to put it back. I fell and finally he tossed it. I couldn't move. Like I was frozen in place." Shanks explained. "This gate… it opened up behind me. Just out of nowhere. There was wind, and I couldn't breathe. It was like I was tied up before I was being pulled backwards. Captain… he tried—he wasn't smiling. I could hear him yelling my name."
Ace nodded, taking another step further as Shanks recounted the events leading up to him being here. "Do you remember anything else?"
Shanks nodded, peeking up from underneath the brim of his hat, "Oden… he told Captain Roger to get me away from it. That it was a…" Suddenly, Shanks' hand started to lower, "A time gate."
Ace understood now.
Shanks was sent through time.
That meant the current Shanks had to be safe. That was one less thing to worry about.
Ace mustered the softest smile he could as he reached forward, placing his hand over Shanks' own that had the knife in it, "You traveled through time. Your Captain is still alive in your time, but here… he's already passed on."
Shanks shook his head, "I know it's inevitable, but… it can't be true. I couldn't have!"
Ace sighed, "Shanks, you trust your Captain, right?" He questioned.
Shanks looked up, "Of course, I do."
"Well," He paused, smiling again, "You can put some of that trust in me."
The red head looked at him in pure shock. Like he wasn't sure what to say to what Ace had just said. "How can I? I don't even know you."
"Trust me, Shanks." Ace muttered, "Not only am I in your debt for things you have done, but I have every reason to make sure that you remain safe." The Second Division Commander took the knife from his hand, dropping it to the ground and kicking it away. Wrapping his other arm around his shoulders and placing a hand on the back of his head. Shanks tensed in his arms before Ace muttered in his ear, making sure every word that he said couldn't be heard by anyone other than Shanks.
As he pulled away, Shanks was staring at him with wide eyes before he was falling to his knees. "I… I'm in the future."
"Yeah, you are." Ace muttered.
Shanks choked on a sob, slamming his bandaged hand into the deck, "How could I let this happen?"
X
"What…" Roger whispered, "What happened to him?" He wasn't even sure if his nakama could hear him. Hell, he could barely hear himself. Oden had just been reading the Poneglyph that was on the wall, telling them what this cavern was.
Oden stepped forward, looking down at the spot with wide eyes. "We stumbled across a time gate. They were believed to be from the time of… Joyboy. Shanks could be anywhere in time right now. Past… future. The possibilities of where he ended up are endless."
"How do we bring him back?" Roger questioned.
Oden shook his head as he read the walls again, "It appears Redtaro will have to find the "activator"." Oden replied, making quotations around the word physically. "Which… he won't know what it is. It states that the Gate of Time is activated by a blood sacrifice."
Roger frowned. No one had any wounds when they came in here. He pushed himself up, looking around the cavern, his eyes settling on the shrine. He walked up to it, letting his gaze linger over each and every part of it before they settled on a small smear of blood. More specifically an item that was on it. Apparently, it didn't matter how much blood it was. It appeared even a single drop would work. Roger reached forward, exhaling sharply as he grabbed up the almost hourglass looking shape. What are the odds? The item that held the Gate of Time was in fact an hourglass.
"I'm going." Roger stated.
"Wait, what?" Oden questioned. "Captain, it's a one in a million chance that you end up where he is."
"That's a one percent chance that I have of finding him." Roger stated.
"Captain, you can't be serious. We don't even know what that is!" Buggy exclaimed, "For all we know, Shanks is—" Buggy's sentence was cut off as he looked at the ground, a sad gleam coming to his face.
"I will tear apart even time." Roger immediately interjected, looking down at the hourglass. "Oden, I need every piece of information you can find. Anything that will help. I'm positive this is what caused all of this." He stated, holding up the artifact to show the others. For a second, Buggy's eyes widened, the boy immediately shaking his head. "Shanks will not know what to do to get home. So, we need to bring him back." He stated, "We're coming for you, Shanks. Just hang on a bit."