Hey there guys! Sorry for not updating for so long. Had school to contend with, as well as Thanksgiving break. But hey, new chapter; can't complain right? Ahh well, just enjoy the chapter while I get some tea.

A low growl was heard as a bear, as large as a submarine approached a young kid with an oversized sword. Well, oversized for the kid himself; as he is barely passing four feet in height. The bear looked like it had been through a meat grinder, claw marks everywhere and pus oozing from all wounds. One eye was turned white due to the scratchmarks recieved by the wolves, and it's teeth and claws covered in scaly blood barely eight ours old. The bear had been in a few messes, but this wouldn't be the last.

"So, you've come to finish me off huh. Funny, I was hoping to go and explore the seas. But now, I guess my death wouldn't hurt; after all I am poisoned. Just remember my name, Gol D Garrett."

The bear brought it's paw up to smash the child in the face, and tried to strike the kid. Keyword: tried. The kid just dissapeared, and now the bear felt a large gash open up from the top of his back.

Garrett POV

Phew. That was a bit close, if I hadn't had this sword I would've probably died. This sword is a bit heavy... Wait, where did this burst of energy come from? And how did I not succumb to poison? Am I a ghost? That can't be considering I still feel my flesh.

*RAWR!*

This rush... I'm feeling it again. Where have I always felt it? My backs up against the wall, and there's no way out except to fight. From all of the times that kids have been beating me up, I...

*SLASH!*

*RAGH!*

*PLOP*

CAN FINALLY FIGHT BACK!

Narrator POV

Our little Garrett seems to have found his stregth again, and he seems to be fighting on equal terms with the bear. He seems to have cut off a certain area of the bear, but that's all in terms of strategy. The bear retaliates, which seems to unlock certain factors within Garrett's arsenal.

Garrett POV

*CHOMP*

"AHHH!"

Not good, this fatass has just bitten my arm off. Well, it's not completely off, not yet anyways; and it's only the forearm of my left, not my right. Still have one to fight with. Why's my blood purple instead of red? Is it that poison? Oh no, he's going for my right!

*CLANG*

What the? What the hell is going on? Why's my arm black? Is it the damn poison?

*RAHHH!*

The fatass seems to be getting weaker. It seems to be my time to strike.

"Allright fatass, listen here. Nobody will ever kill me while I still maintain my dream. My dream is to be the Pirate King like my father was! For I am Gol D Garrett, son of the Pirate King, and soon to be pirate king. How about an eye for an eye? Or rather, your head for my arm!"

I rotated around, I clearly didn't take into account the sords weight. Damn, how much did this thing weigh? Regardless, the fatass stayed still while I heard the wonderful sound of blade hitting flesh and bone.

*WSHING, CRACK*

And just like that, the bear's head was off. Now, time to roast the damn thing.