So this is my first time trying out writing for a few years now. Honestly I have no idea where I'm going with this and my knowledge on grammar rules is absolutely pathetic but meh may as well as give this a shot!
Enjoy ya shmucks.
With a long cry and a swoop at a the rich blue of the seas a flock of seagulls off in the distance made for an attempt at their next meal with the sun shining overhead to warm the seas and the occasional cloud high overhead providing some minor shade as they overlooked the gentle waves wrestle against one another providing sprays of white foam. As the gentle beauty of nature painted the scene it seemed as if very little would be able to break the peaceful sounds of waves and flapping wings.
"Oooooooh the island's in the south are warm,
And their heads get really hot~!"
Although on that list of very few things that would break the majesty of the open ocean, one 15 year old singing at the top of his lungs with a complete lack of tune was firmly on the list as the seagulls were quick to scatter purely on account of how there was a quick lack of fish as a small fishing boat coasted over some of the waves to come into view.
"They grow pineapples on their head,
And they're all morons~!"
As the young man continued to belt out his attempt of a song he seemed unaware that his fishing line would find absolutely nothing on account of the fish scattering upon hearing his 'music' as he mercifully hummed off key for the moment to check his line just to pout at the lack of meat and got himself comfy on the built in bench of the small ship. Sitting there it was revealed that the young man sported choppy and messy black hair hidden under a straw hat as he sported a small scar under his left eye and, clad in a bright yellow t-shirt with seagulls depicted on it and a pair of jean shorts that went to his knees with a pair of simple sandals on his feet he opened his mouth wide and took in a deep chest expanding inhale.
"Second verse! Oooooooh the island's in the north are snowy,
And their heads get really col. Oh a barrel!"
Thankfully the 'singing' came to a halt and was completely forgotten as the young man's sharp eyes saw a barrel bobbing up and down in the distance as he stared at it with open fascination while it slowly bobbed on the waves away from him and left him wondering briefly weather to leave it as it could be full of something dumb like wine or gold. "Or it could be full of something cool like meat...or adventure!" He muttered to himself.
With thoughts full of adventure and meat the young man set his fishing pole down, grabbed his two oars, and started fighting the currents to row his way towards the mystery barrel and with every second that passed his dense mind thought of more and more fantastical things that could be held within the wooden walls of the barrel. "Oh oh it could be a dragon egg and now I'll have a super cool pet...wait I could make an omelette instead! Or maybe some super secret map to some super mystery treasure! Wait!" And with a small stop his large smile and the excited gleam in his eyes became absolutely blinding with his eyes now more resembling stars and his smile taking up more real-estate then his face could possibly have as drool leaked out by the bucket full. "IT COULD BE FULL OF MEAT!"
With the thoughts of meat brought back to his mind the young man's arms started to blur with the sheer speed he now rowed towards the barrel with as he stared it down with a predatory gleam in his eyes as he licked his lips hungrily. After spending the better part of an hour fighting tooth and nail against the whims of the waves the young man now soaked in sweat and sea water while panting heavily finally got within grabbing range of the mystery barrel and dropping his oars in the boat he reached out and plucked the barrel out of the sea water and set it down in his boat before collapsing back.
With great heaving breaths that nearly made his t-shirt rip on account of how much his chest expanded out the straw hatted teen spent several minutes just laying there gulping down air as if it was going out of fashion until with a roar he jumped up to his feet with a blinding smile once again. "Hell yeah! Time to open you up!" And with his stamina suddenly restored he looked down at the barrel with blinding excitement in his smile.
What preceded next was what the young man would recount as one of his hardest fought battles as for the next 20 minutes the straw hatted teen fought to open the barrel's air lock seal as several times throughout this 'battle' he would consider just simply smashing it open but he would quickly drop this line of thought with the reasoning that meat tastes better when it's not punched as he's experienced.
And finally after number 7 on his list of hardest fights in his life he let out a yell of triumph as he finally dig his fingers through the seal of the barrel and tore the top off with a loud pop sounding out with the seal breaking as he carelessly tossed the lid aside and looked in with a blinding smile before he blinked his black eyes owlishly and tilted his head with a small confused. "Huh?"
And peering down into the barrel one would find the raven haired boy's confusion well warranted as looking up at him and snoring loudly was the face of a passed out red headed young woman with her hair tied back into a ponytail and clad in the signature white and blue uniform of a marine grunt as on her lap and hugged tightly by her tanned arms she held a small sack that rustled with the sounds of paper and beri notes.
With his head still tilted the young man stared down at the sleeping woman with a mixture of disappointment and intrigue as he mumbled softly. "Aww no meat..." Unaware that he saved her life from dying in the barrel. As he stared down at her eventually shrugged and hauled her up by her shoulders as he began to 'gently' shake her by his standards but to the normal person was essentially throttling them as he mumbled. "Cmooon wake up!"While silently begging for her to be entertaining and not another boring lame marine like his gramps.
After just a few moments of throttling the young woman slowly awoke with a low groan and as she slowly blinked open her dark brown eyes she stared up groggily at the face of her savior and slowly moved her legs to support herself barely but only managed to stay up by the pair of hands the other teen had planted firmly on her shoulders still as she rasped out in a tired mumble. "Wha?..."
And now wearing a bright smile as his new guest finally woke up the straw hatted teen let out a small giggle as he helped her stand up a bit straighter and after a moment of thought realized he was being rude by not answering her so he threw on a somehow even more blinding smile and loudly introduced himself. "Shishishishi! Nice to meet ya! I'm Monkey. D. Luffy! What's your name?"
And now staring down at the newly named Luffy a little as she stood at her full height the red headed slowly opened her mouth to respond but what she would say next was set to remain a mystery to the world, weather she would say her name, respond to his greeting with one of her own, or comment on the yellowness of his shirt was never to be found out as the second she opened her mouth a small gurgle was all she said before what little bile in her stomach made it's happy introduction with his shirt forever making it lose that spot of yellow to a pale green.
Why did I decide to not refer to Luffy by his name till he said it himself? I dunno. Hungry I guess.
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