Chapter 11
AN : Two chapters were posted at the same time. Check if you read chapter before beginning to read !
13th of February 1522
Orange Town, East Blue
Nami huddled in the damp hold of the Buggy Pirates' ship, her torn clothes barely covering her battered body. Her eyes, once filled with determination, now reflected a dark mix of hatred and fear. "Fuck pirates, I'll kill them, I'll kill them all," she muttered through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with rage.
The sky rumbled.
Captured three days ago when she made the mistake of trying to steal their treasure, Nami had endured relentless beatings and abuse. The pirates had thrown her into one of the holding cells, leaving her with only a bit of water, which they exchanged for her progressively stripping off her clothes. The humiliation gnawed at her, festering into a deep-seated hatred. And the fear…What if … they asked for more?
She shivered, hearing the ominous creak of the hold's door. Heavy footsteps echoed through the darkness, accompanied by cruel laughter. Two pirates emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted with sadistic glee.
"Look at you, all scared and shivering".
The other pirate laughed, the sound harsh and grating. "What a pitiful sight. Thought you could steal from us, did you?"
They opened the cell, and Nami, driven by a surge of desperation, lunged at the nearest pirate. But she was too weak. Her blow was easily deflected, and she received a stinging slap in return, sending her reeling back against the cold, unforgiving wall.
"Pathetic," the pirate spat, grabbing her roughly by the hand. "You're coming with us."
She struggled against their grip, but they were too strong. Fear coursed through her veins as they dragged her out of the cell, their mocking laughter echoing in her ears.
13th of February 1522
Orange Town, East Blue
The grand circus tent was a riot of color and sound, filled with the raucous laughter of pirates and the gleeful chaos of a clown-themed party. Gecko Moria stood amidst the merriment, a sardonic smile tugging at his pointed teeth. It amused him endlessly that no one found their presence strange.
Zoro was seated by a makeshift bar, drinking heavily. His eyes were half-closed, yet his hand remained steady as he lifted mug after mug to his lips. Nearby, Selena was devouring an enormous quantity of meat, her red hair flowing like a wild mane. She paired her feast with copious amounts of booze, her features softened by the flickering torchlight. Isabella approached her captain, her beauty stark against the clownish backdrop. "What are we doing here, Captain?" she asked, her voice a melodious whisper that barely reached his ears over the din of the celebration. Tentatively, she reached out to touch his face, her fingers grazing his cold, pale skin. Seeing that he did not reject her, a small, satisfied smile curved her lips. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
Moria chuckled softly, a sound nearly drowned out by the revelry around them. It was nice being him. He knew exactly why they were here, though he chose to keep that to himself for now. His gaze wandered, landing on Buggy, who was juggling a series of colorful balls with surprising dexterity, his clownish grin never faltering.
[Buggy the Clown]
Class: Pirate
Job : Captain of the Buggy Pirates
Devil Fruit : Bara Bara no Mi
Dourikis: 193
Potential: D
Fate: S
Then, Moria's attention shifted to the belly dancer at the center of the circus ring, her lithe body swaying seductively to the rhythm of the lively music. Her attire was a vibrant explosion of colors – a flowing skirt adorned with golden coins that jingled with every step, and a bejeweled top that accentuated her impressive curves. Her orange hair, cut in a playful pixie style, framed a face that was strikingly beautiful yet marred by a black eye. Her gaze was burning with fury. Every twist and turn of her body was a hypnotic blend of anger and seduction, her movements radiating a powerful, enticing energy that captivated the leering pirates that catcalled her. Buggy was interesting, but it was clearly because of her that the cursed box send him here.
[Oykot Nami]
Class: Genius Aeronaut
Job : Arlong Pirate
Dourikis: 18
Potential: B(?)
Fate: S
If only her potential had been A-ranked…And what was this bug? B(?)? Maybe it meant something? He should recruit her, in case it mean it could awaken or something…
"Enjoy the party," he said to Isabella, his voice low and conspiratorial. "We're exactly where we need to be."
13th of February 1522
Orange Town, East Blue
Captain Buggy's laughter echoed as he reveled in the chaos of the party. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and spilled alcohol, stolen from the terrified villagers. His crew drank, ate, and performed rowdy spectacles, their voices rising in boisterous song and raucous laughter.
In the center of the festivities, the orange-haired girl they had captured was being forced to belly dance. Nami's movements were graceful but tinged with resentment, her eyes burning with hate as she swayed to the music. Buggy's grin widened as he watched her, relishing her humiliation.
"Hey, you! Dance better!" he shouted, throwing a half-eaten drumstick at her. The meat bounced off her shoulder, leaving a greasy stain. Her gaze remained hateful, but she continued to dance, her movements becoming more exaggerated, fueled by her anger.
Buggy mingled among his crew, slapping backs and exchanging hearty laughs. He took a swig of rum, savoring the burn as it went down his throat. The party was in full swing, the energy infectious. As he glanced around, his eyes fell upon two familiar faces among the throng. Ah, his good friends !
One was Zoro, the Pirate Hunter. The other was a man who looked unsettlingly familiar—a man with a normal-sized physique but with an eerie air. He swaggered over to them, his grin wide. "Well, if it isn't Zoro! And you—" he began, but then his eyes widened in realization. "Moria? My pal Gecko Moria? How did you get smaller? And Handsome! Ahahaha…haha…ha…ha?"
His voice caught in his throat, and for a split second, the sounds of the party seemed to fade away. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt.
"Gecko Moria!" he screamed in terror, stumbling back and nearly dropping his drink. The crew's laughter and song faltered, eyes turning towards their captain in confusion. Buggy's face paled as he pointed a trembling finger at Moria, his earlier bravado completely evaporated.
13th of February 1522
Orange Town, East Blue
Nami's body stopped mid-twirl, the lively music fading into the background as the atmosphere around her shifted. The once festive air turned oppressive, weighted with an eerie silence broken only by the muffled sounds of distant screams. Panic laced the voice of Buggy, the clown-like pirate with a bounty exceeding 15 million berries - only 5 million less than Arlong. Her heart pounded as she followed his trembling finger, pointing at a group of four people.
"Gecko Moria?" Her voice cracked with terror. "Like... GECKO MORIA?"
Her blood ran cold. The name sent a shiver down her spine. Gecko Moria, the Warlord of the Sea, a monster with a bounty rumored to exceed 300 million berries, fifteen times worse than Arlong. His presence here turned her panic into sheer horror.
The man with green hair unsheathed his three swords. He moved with lethal precision, cutting down Buggy's pirates as if they were nothing more than paper. Limbs were severed in a spray of blood, and heads rolled across the deck, eyes wide with the terror of their final moments. Zoro's blades sliced through flesh and bone with sickening ease, leaving behind a gruesome trail of mutilated bodies and crimson pools.
Beside him, a woman with white hair drew her rapiers, her movements a blur of deadly grace. She sliced through the chaos with such speed and elegance that Nami found herself momentarily mesmerized, despite the danger. As she moved, the blood of Buggy's fallen crew painted her pale skin crimson, her eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. She paused, lifting a limp pirate by his collar, and with a chilling smile, sank her fangs into his neck, drinking deeply. The pirate's body convulsed as she drained him dry, his lifeless form crumpling to the ground. Unfurling two dark, parchment-like wings from her back, their leathery surface glistening, she took to the air with a powerful thrust, hunting down the fleeing pirates with terrifying speed and precision.
The other woman, muscular and imposing, did nothing. She continued eating, completely unfazed by the carnage around her, as if the fight was beneath her notice. Buggy's panic escalated, his bravado evaporating in the face of true terror. Fighting a warlord was out of the question. He stumbled backward, his face a mask of fear, as his crew was decimated around him. Zoro started trying to cut him up, to no avail.
Nami's horror deepened as she saw Gecko Moria himself approaching. His enormous shadow stretched across the ground, swallowing the light. His presence became overwhelming, as he grew from two to seven meters of height. As he drew closer, the temperature seemed to drop, and an unnatural darkness followed him, snuffing out the light. His eyes, gleaming with malevolent glee, locked onto hers.
The ground seemed to tremble with each step he took, and the air grew thick with the stench of death. Moria's voice, a low, sinister rumble, echoed in the now silent battlefield.
"Hello, Nami" he whispered.
Her legs gave out beneath her, and she fell to the ground, trembling. Cold dread seeped into her bones as she stared up at the monstrous figure, knowing there was no escape from this nightmare. Moria's smile widened, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth, and he raised a clawed hand.
It was too much for her. The relentless horror and bloodshed pushed her to the brink, her mind already frayed from three days of relentless suffering and starvation. The cumulative weight of fear and exhaustion shattered her fragile psyche like glass. Her thoughts became a chaotic whirlwind of terror, each gruesome image aamplifying the fracture in her sanity. With a final, overwhelmed gasp, her vision blurred, and the world around her spun. Her mind snapped, unable to withstand the torment any longer. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, her body crumpling to the ground as the last vestiges of her sanity shattered, leaving her to the merciful escape of oblivion.
13th of February 1522
Sea, East Blue
Luffy slowly regained consciousness. His head ached, a dull throb pulsing with the gentle rocking of the marine boat. As his vision cleared, he realized he was in a cramped cell. The walls were cold and damp, the air heavy with the scent of salt and mildew. He tried to move, but a metallic clink stopped him. Heavy iron chains bound his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to the wall. He instinctively tried to stretch his limbs, to feel the familiar elastic response of his body. But nothing happened. His arms remained stubbornly human, unyielding and weak.
"What's going on?" he muttered, confusion lacing his voice. He pulled against the chains again, harder this time, but they only bit into his skin, sending sharp jolts of pain up his arms. A strange, bone-deep exhaustion sapped his strength.
"Why can't I stretch?" he whispered to the empty cell. He pulled at the chains again, ignoring the pain, but it was futile. He felt strangely weak. He slumped against the wall, sweat trickling down his brow, and stared at the flickering light above.