Disclaimer: I don't have my own computer. So no, I don't own One Piece. I even haven't ever held any One Piece merchandise. *wails*

Oneshot 7

Lost

Henry wasn't a happy camper.

Not that he had been very happy even before becoming a camper, but he hadn't been exactly unhappy either. More like your average teenager- a few crushes, some problems and some great things, but mostly average. A bit of bullying (by him and towards him) and no being the popular kid, no money problems and the average one child family, where parents kinda tolerated each other.

And even right now he didn't feel especially miserable or anything. The camper just felt... unhappy with himself and the situation he was stuck in.

An unhappy, lost camper. Not lost on the path of life, nope, just lost in a forest.

One moment he had been wandering around and gathering branches for the fire while his father fished for their dinner, and the next one he was lost while holding wooden sticks.

His surroundings had became stranger and stranger as he went deeper in the forest, but Henry hadn't noticed it at first as he had been busy picking up the branches and looking for the dryer ones.

He noticed that something was strange only when it dawned on him that there were no more branches- nor mossy, nor dry, nor any at all- on the ground.

Actually, the forest's floor had somehow changed into something that looked like the sand in the beach.

When Henry straightened up and actually paid attention to anything that wasn't a dead tree branches laying on the ground, he noticed that the trees had changed.

Instead of alder, birch, oak and linden, the trees surrounding him looked like they were different kinds of evergreen like prune and pine.

As the camper and his father had been camping near a lake and the trees most certainly weren't evergreen, he was understandably bewildered.

While Henry examined his new surroundings, a grumble and a strange, ticklish sensation in his stomach area indicating his hunger startled him.

The young man groaned. He did have a bit of snacks left at his backpack, but there were little of them and his bag was back at the camp. And, if he wanted to eat the fishes his father should have already finished fishing, he needed to start the fire, like, now.

Henry turned around to get back to the camp only to freeze in place when he understood that he had no idea where the camp was.

His footsteps, which should indicate exactly from where he had came from, had disappeared.

Or hadn't been there in the first place.

With a sigh Henry brought a compass out of his baggy jeans. Even if the camper hadn't taken his backpack with him, his compass was with him almost always. It was his tool of survival and looked like the one Jack Sparrow owned. Only it pointed North instead of his hearth desire.

Anyways, Henry opened his compass and held it in front of him for it to point.

He smiled as the compass' needle stopped turning and started planning where to go to get back to camp, when he noticed that the needle point was pointing at the sun.

Henry wasn't a topographic idiot. He could handle maps and compasses rather well, and he knew that the compass shouldn't be pointing at the Sun. It just wasn't that way. Just wasn't.

He had no idea how it was in other places, but in the place where he was, the Sun rose in east and set in west. In midday it was in south and you could never see it in north.

So, was his compass faulty? Or had the North Pole moved?

The camper laughed lightly. The whole idea of the North being moved or moving was so ridiculous that he just couldn't keep it in. No matter how much he trusted his compass, he wasn't about to think that North had moved.

Henry stopped laughing as something pink moved in the corner of his eye. It wouldn't do any good if a person who could have helped him run away simply because his laughter seemed a bit insane.

Henry turned around to face the pink blob.

He couldn't see it clearly (okay, so Henry needed glasses. Still, his eyesight wasn't bad enough to actually use and wear them all the time, not to mention that he didn't have them with him. Gathering firewood wasn't really a task that demanded a good eyesight), but after squinting his eyes for a bit Henry decided that the person was either male or very big female, whose face looked like a gray-pink blob. Or it could be his bad eyesight acting up. It probably was his eyesight.

"Excuse me!" He yelled quietly.
The person either didn't notice or ignored him, so Henry yelled louder and started moving towards the person.
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
The blob turned his (or was it hers?) head and Henry noticed that the person's hairs were styled a bit... strange. And not strange as "like Bieber when he was 13" or strange and windswept as "Edward OMG Cullen". No, it was... gravity defying and star shaped. Not to mention white. Not blonde, gray or graying. White. Like, snow white.
Okay... that's a bit strange... Henry thought quietly Maybe he is an albino? But then again, his skin is pink. A sunburned albino?
Henry shrugged it off and continued moving towards the would-be-sunburned-albino, only to freeze on place when he noticed a detail he hadn't noticed yet. Well, not really a detail. More like a pretty important part of a body.
Henry blinked.
Then he blinked again.
And again.
Soon, he got dizzy from the blinking, so he just stopped blinking.
And stared.
Without blinking.
Because the would-be-albino had six (6) hands.

I'm not really proud of this :/

The whole idea is that Henry and his dad camped in a place, where magnetic and unnatural things happened, which made Henry cross into another dimension. Or something. As for the six-handed monster... you probably know who he is.

I'm very sorry that I haven't updated in a while. School started, stuff happened... yeah, incomplete list can be found on my profile. Also, my mom is preggers and I'll get another brother in 10 to 18 days.

A big thankyou to all the people who alerted and favorited- SeaDevil, Vendelareader and bokpricken :) A special thanks with sparkles to bokpricken- her pm made me finally finish this.

01/11/12 about 15.00

Thanks for reading!

Next time: Another way of getting lost.

Edit 02/11/12 ~18.18

I can't believe I wrote set in east and rose in east. (thanks SeaDevil for pointing it out. I just love Swedish people)