Musician: Chapter 4—Night
It was a dark night on the Grand Line. The only sound was that of the water on the sides of the Merry as it cut through the glassy water. It was new moon, and the stars were the only light that shimmered on the waves. Drummerman was on watch. Silently, dark clouds rolled in and blotted out the light of the stars.
As Drummerman sat leaning on a rail, lightning flashed, lighting up the glass bottle in the side of his head. The sound of thunder echoed. The light flickered in his eyes. He knew it was time. He had waited too long. It was his last chance for peace. He needed to do it now. The soul must be fulfilled. Drummerman walked through the cabin door, set his teeth, and took out his blades.
That cute little reindeer: he lay there, oblivious. He had no idea that someone he trusted was going to kill him. A hand was placed over his mouth, to stop the scream, and the blade was plunged through his heart. It was sad, really. He was originally afraid of humans, but had learned to love them in his short lifetime. It would have been better for him if he had stayed on Drum Island. At least, then he would have still been alive.
The swordsman was quite a sight. He had been training the night before, so naturally, he was exhausted. He snored loudly, contentedly. In his mind, he thought on tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow he would find Mihawk, and prove to the world that Roranoa Zoro was truly the world's best swordsman. Unfortunately for Zoro, everyone has a weakness. Drummerman wondered if Zoro really would have been the best. It didn't matter now, really. No one will ever know.
The foolish cook appeared to be dreaming. Drummerman could guess what he was dreaming about. Women had always played an important role in Sanji's life. Drummerman wondered how the cook would react if he knew that he would never see another woman again. It was a shame that Sanji had to die. He made good food. Drummerman struck silently.
Usopp would never achieve greatness. He was dead. He probably wouldn't have been great anyway, Drummerman thought to himself. It was funny. Usopp was always trying to be like his father. But he would never see his father again. He had a brilliant mind, but no more chances to use it. His time was over.
The captain was the future Pirate King. That was his dream. As Drummerman saw Luffy sleeping there, he wondered: how can a man be so sure of himself? How can someone risk their life for something they believe in? What is the difference between life and death? Even if I kill him, he dreams will live. But I am dead now, even though I'm alive. With a swift stroke, Luffy's head was severed from his body.
Nami was in love with money and tangerines. Her lips were soft, so very soft. Her orange hair blew across her face as a slight breeze blew through the cabin. If she had made a map of the world, she may have gotten more money. It was almost difficult for Drummerman to kill such a beautiful woman. Almost. Nami had to go, like all the others. As her blood flowed onto the floor, the drummer smiled. Only one sacrifice remained to be offered. Only one more life would have to be taken. Only then would his thirst be quenched. Then there would be peace.
Robin was in her bed. She was his best friend. She was the one who cared. It couldn't be helped. He plunged the drumstick through her chest. She opened her eyes. "Drummerman," she said. "Don't ever give up on life."
Drummerman awoke with a start. Another nightmare. When would it end? When would his soul stop tormenting him? He looked on the faces of his sleeping crewmates. They were alive, and he was thankful. He couldn't fall asleep again. He couldn't bear to see them die again. "Will death never end?" he thought to himself. "Will I ever be free from its grasp?"
End chapter 4