Authors notes: Finally managed to get out a chapter I was happy with.

I'm also planning on releasing more fanfics in the coming days, so look forward to that!

I woke up face down on my boat.

"Uuuugh"

Groaning as I registered my bruises, I sat up. The boat rocked slightly as my weight shifted, it made it known I was on a shore of some kind when I felt the boat lightly scrape on sand. Looking around myself to get my bearings, I noticed my surroundings.

I was on a shore, but not the one I remembered from yesterday. It seemed that the weird technicolour whirlpool of a ride was real and had actually done something. The shoreline stretched for what must have been a few kilometers to either side of myself, the left side curved out of view so I couldn't see the end, but the right side was stopped by buildings and skyscrapers.

Out in front of me was the ocean, and it was littered with ships. Upon closer inspection I saw that they were all still and bereft of any maintenance. Some were beached at the shore and some were half sunk in the water, but they were all abandoned.

Looking behind me in trepidation I was greeted to the sight of a grey jungle, barbed wire fence closed off the beach from what looked like warehouses and other similar buildings.

Berating myself for not taking stock of myself before I went about staring at wherever the well I ended up, I inspected myself and supplies.

Looking over my body I realized that aside from my abused rear, I had very little bruising. My fishing canoe was partially filled with seawater, and aside from the clothes on my body, all I had were my fishing supplies. There was also a large block of what looked like driftwood just by my feet that I vaguely remember falling into the boat while I was going through my sudden rough departure from what had been a very enjoyable holiday.

"Fuck it'

Deciding that I had spent enough time contemplating my situation, I got out of the canoe and started dragging it up the shore to the fence that marked the end of the beach. Once that was done I started walking along the fence for what I hoped would be a hole or entrance that could be used to enter the block of buildings behind me.

It took about ten minutes of walking to find a hole in the fence, upon looking closer I saw that the fence had been cut and pulled out the way to make a small hole. Carefully I crawled through the hole, being mindful not to snag anything on the fence as I did.

Finally off the beach and into what I assumed was some kind of storage containing area, I started looking around for something that would help find out where I was.

After walking around for a while I noticed that, like the boats, this area seemed abandoned, there was litter on the ground, old rusty looking doors that had fallen over, and many of the windows in the warehouses were smashed in. I couldn't see any people either, maybe they simply didn't come here, or this place was even more abandoned than I thought, but I was alone.

Finally after looking for what must have been the better part of an hour, I found a newspaper on the ground that wasn't so waterlogged that it made the contents unintelligible. I was grateful to see that the words were English, I had always been terrible with learning languages and aside from a very small amount of French all I could speak was English.

Looking through the page I could see that while most of it was unreadable, there was a small part that wasn't. Reading through that I got the sense that, lacking the context of the previous pages, I wouldn't understand what was being discussed. That wasn't important however, I just needed to find out where I was. Finally I found the name of a city.

"Wait"

Looking at the name and trying to remember where I heard it before, I started to panic.

"Nonononono"

Reading through the segment again, I threw the page on the ground and started running back to my canoe.

"Shitshitshitshitshit"

Because if I was in Brockton Fucking Bay, best believe I at least needed some extra proof.

I wasn't totally rejecting the idea that I was in a fictional setting, not with what I had previously experienced robbing me of my perception of what was and wasn't real just the day before.

But I needed proof.

So when I made it back to the hole in the fence and crawled through, almost ripping my shirt that got caught in the fence, I ran further down the shore and stared out into the ocean.

I fell to my knees

Because, far away, closer to the city, and nearly unnoticeable against the clear blue sky, was a repurposed oil rig surrounded in a forcefield bubble.

"I'm so fucked"

After hyperventilating about my predicament for a while, I finally stood up from where I had been wallowing in the sand, and made my way over to my canoe.

I didn't have as much knowledge of Worm as I would have liked, suddenly finding myself in Brockton Bay and all, but what I did remember was that it was extremely dangerous and depressing. So I did what any rational thinking person would do in such a situation, find protection.

The closest form of that at the moment was in my fishing bag, odd as that may sound. I kept a knife in there in case I ever needed one, you could always do with a knife in case something went awry, and lo and behold this certainly counted as such.

Rummaging through my bag and retrieving my knife, I then went about searching the canoe for anything else I might need. I planned on taking my fishing bag in its entirety because it wasn't heavy and was loaded with useful materials, but I wanted to see if the canoe itself had anything of use.

It was while I was doing this that I got a closer look at the block of wood that had fallen into my boat while I was falling through the LSD highway. I didn't notice it at first because it was dirty and rusted, but the block had seams and hinges, it seemed that this wooden block was in fact a wooden box or chest of some sort.

Curious about what may be inside, it had fallen through a dimensional tear for Christ's sake, I went about using my knife to pry it open as it seemed to be rusted shut. Who knows it might have something useful inside, I certainly needed all the extra help I could get in this current situation.

When I finally pried the lid off and got a look of what was inside, I immediately shut the lid.

"No Fuckin way"

Opening up the lid and looking at its contents, I had to wipe my eyes because I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Seriously, what the fuck"

Because while finding oneself in one of the most bleak and depressing superhero worlds in all of fiction was one thing, seeing a motherfucking Devil Fruit right before my eyes was something else entirely.

It was unmistakably a Devil Fruit, weird colour palette, more swirls than I could count, and brimming with a sense of trepidation and power. I was in awe and almost speechless, almost.

"Well, this might help"