'I'm going Crazy'
"Hello there"
"Wake up"
"LISTEN!"
Here we are in the wonderfully calm Blue Ocean that spans for miles in all direc-
"AAAaaaahhHHHhhh!", a scream emitting from a small but sturdy raft. "Why the frick am I in this god forsaken ocean!", I scream again from just the sheer boredom of being stuck here for what I had to guess was a week.
Now you must be wondering how I got here because well frankly so do I. One day I was just laying in my bed contemplating the existence of life and how I'm not even feeling tired at 3 a.m. in the morning then 'poof' I was blinded by the light, ha I just made a joke. When my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that I was in a small raft about the size of a bedroom.
For some reason ,that I just have no clue, there was some supplies of water and rations. I managed to ration it for now (he he) but it's going to run out eventually so I have just tried steering the boat from my very limited knowledge of boats, which was just to have the sail down in a direction the wind is blowing.
"I'm going crazy", while murmuring to myself because what else would explain talking to imaginary people in my head but is that going to make me stop….
No. . .
No it wasn't, because if I don't I'm then just going to be even more bored. Like for real, I'm even starting to get a little seasick with all this rocking. I guess I haven't acquired my so-called sea legs yet. Besides the rations that I have gotten here, there were other stuff with me in a bag next to me that may be useful like for one a amazing galaxy colored compass which could help me if I actually had a map, one ka-bar knife which was pretty good if i ever need to use it (note down inner me to pick up wood carving), and a stick. The stick itself was weird because well why did I have a single stick and it wasn't a small one either, it was like half as tall as I was and I was about 5' '8.
I feel the urge to poke something with it whenever I look at it but I think that's just my urge to poke stuff in general though.
5 hours later
Again with me just laying here with nothing to do except look at the horizon hoping to spot anything then. . . .
'Nope, that's just a bird' I think to myself dismissively…
I suddenly sit up "Wait a fucking second, It's a Bird!" While starting to stand I do a little dance because whoop de freakin do because if there's a bird then that must mean land is nearby.
With my poking stick now in hand that I am now going to call Gerald, I use it to paddle to the to follow that bird in the sky.
After a couple of hours of following the bird and losing hope along the way I finally spot something out in the distance and with hope renewed I start paddling faster to what I can assume is an island.
After like an hour more of paddling I finally hit landfall and I am just crying in joy because land. "HAHAHAHAHHAHA! I finally got on a solid surface!" I scream into the air. But now that I'm here, let's see if I can find any civilization.
7 hours Later
I. Searched. This. Entire. Small. Fucking. Island. And I call it small because I walked around this entire area and I only spotted some chickens, lizards, and a river that is connected to a lake but that was about it. "I'm going to go crazy here aren't I", i say to myself because unless a ship comes by I dont think Im gonna make it off here.
Before I do anything I'm going to sleep on my raft and think about what to do in the morning and while walking back to my raft I collected some berries that hopefully won't make me sick. I even found this weird shaped fruit that I then stuffed into my backpack and head. Finally reach the raft to get some shut eye.
"Uuuuhhhh" I groan in discomfort because let me tell you that sleeping on wood does not feel good on your back.
I sit up stretching out my back to hopefully make it feel better and see how much rations I have left "I really need to get some water from that river soon" I mutter to myself "But first up is to do is make some type of shelter" because from what I remember is that you need shelter, water, and some food in that to survive so after I make a plan I, after some struggling, pull the raft farther inland so it doesn't drift out to sea incase it storms.
With my backpack on my back I head into the forest to gather some wood to start a fire on the beach. Hopefully someone will see it and take me off this island. 'Growl' and with that thought I hear my stomach start to give off noise to tell me that it's hungry so I take out that weird fruit I found yesterday and I am confused.
The fruit itself is light brown and that was not even the weirdest part of it, it has swirls. I kid you not the fruit has swirls, while staring at this thing I get a sense of deja vu from looking at but I shrug and take a bite out of the thing.
'...' Oh God. It tastes sooooo disgusting. I so want to spit it out but it has the taste so bad that your body just can't spit it out so I had to swallow the entire bite.
"Holy Fuck", I remeber what the fruit reminds me off "Am I in God Damn One Piece!!" I scream to the heavens because to be honest I had no idea how this happened and was trying to get my mind over it. "Alright. Alright, what did I just eat?" wondering to myself which devil fruit I just ate. "I don't feel anything off?" I mutter to myself while I licks my lips with my serpentine tongue to get the disgusting taste off my lips "Wait serpentine tongue?"
That is the end of this Chapter and if you have any questions just comment and Last thing is I do not own One Piece.