Written for an Anon on Tumblr. Prompt: Lost at Sea. It's written in Ace's POV.
Beta'ed by lunarshores!
To say that I was surprised to open my eyes would be an understatement.
I was alive.
It really seemed impossible.
The room I was in looked a bit like a hospital room, but there were a few differences that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something was beeping next to my ear, and there was an IV hooked up to my arm.
At the moment, I didn't really care about all of that. I just wanted to find out how in the world I was alive after the shipwreck. My fists clenched in anger just thinking about it.
That damn traitor! My own crewmember… He'd lured us into a trap. I remembered the way my blood had boiled when I'd seen him walk onto the Marine ship that was boarding ours as if he owned it. Well, it didn't turn out to be that far from the truth. Most of, if not all, of my crew had been killed, and they'd bound me to the mast of my boat and let it sail. I was lucky that I hadn't come across any severe storms. At least, not that I remembered. I lost consciousness after 3 days or so.
I had been certain that I wouldn't survive, yet, somehow, I was here.
I guess these people hadn't realized that I was a wanted man.
I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed I was in. The world whirled around me, darkness swarming my vision, and I had to grab hold of the IV drip so as not to fall. Once my eyesight returned, I carefully stood up, holding the IV drip tighter when my legs threatened to buckle beneath me. Inch by inch, I made my way across the vast expanse of the room with the drip in hand. Upon opening the door, I was met with the sight of a long hallway. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all made of wood. My eyes widened when I finally noticed the rocking of the building.
Only that I was pretty much certain that it wasn't a building, but a ship. Then again, what did I expect? Of course I had ended up on a ship. I had been floating out in the middle of nowhere, for goodness' sake!
At least it wasn't a Marine ship. They would have just let me die…
I walked down the long hallway slowly, with one hand on the wall, and the other still holding the IV drip. It was dark. There were a few lanterns here and there, but it wasn't the same as the daylight that had been seeping in through the porthole in the sick bay.
After what felt like forever, I finally came across a door. I took my hand off the wall and pushed it open.
Sunlight.
Fucking finally!
The only person I saw on the deck of the ship was a tall blond. He looked up at the sound of my approach and smiled.
How long had it been since I'd seen another human being?
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Alright," I answered. Because I was, despite the aching of my muscles and the dryness in my throat. Oh, and I had a bad headache, but I'd gotten used to those over the few days I had been lost at sea, so I decided to ignore it for the most part. "Where a-" I broke off when my eyes landed on his chest.
Holy fucking shit.
His skin was inked with a symbol I recognized quite well, after all of the studying I'd done on this particular crew.
I'd landed on Whitebeard's ship.
Of all the fucking places in the world…
