The boat rocked gently, bringing the feeling of sleep upon them. Red who was the closest thing to a navigator on their small boat, he had spent some sleepless nights trying to keep the boat afloat. Finally, he was able to sleep in peace.

As he fell asleep, his dreams enveloped him, and he found himself inside a dark room. Seeing a light a long ways away, Red began walking towards it, with only the thought of reaching it. As he got to the outskirts of where the light began, he saw a desk, and at that desk, was sitting a young man, somewhere around his age, maybe younger. He had a strange device on his desk that he clacked away at it. It almost looked like a folder, but it was folded so that it looked like an "L", and light came out of the upper half. Edging slowly into the light, he could distinctly see little black lines popping up on the folder, forming shapes, almost writing the story. Looking up from his work, he stared out into the darkness, his hands never stopping. In a voice that chilled Red, he called out into the darkness, "I know you're there." Stepping forward, Red raised his hands, signifying that he meant no harm, but was slightly annoyed to see the young man go back to his work.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Looking around again, the clacker looked annoyed, but then turned back to his work, saying in that same voice, "Leave. I'm busy." Walking towards the desk, he looked over the person's shoulder, reading some of the words he assumed, he voiced his opinion on it, "What's a Taras and what does it have to do with being Psychic." Spinning around, the person's eyes blazed with a blinding fury, with scenes from what looked like the past of his waking world, and what looked like other worlds, with one scene looking like a black haired man changing its color to gold, and another was a bald guy punching a giant fanged monster to death. Calming down his anger, the person, through gritted teeth, explained his anger, "You can't say that, that's spoiling." Leaning against the desk, Red smiled, wondering who this guy was. Sighing, the person walked back to his seat, sitting down, he started rubbing his forehead, wondering when it would be over. Seeing this, Red walked over, asking whether or not he's alright. The person looked up, sort of managing a weary smile as he reached over and took a sip from his drink. The person replied, "I'm just tired, this job gets sort of tedious," but then, the person perked up, as if he had an idea, "However, I have an idea for you while you're here." Puzzled at this, Red started to wonder what would be in store for him, but a chalkboard appeared in front of him. Spinning it around, the person appeared from behind it, with a drawing of what looked like Red. "Since you showed off some of your devil fruit abilities," the person explained, "Then I think the people reading should know how they work." Smiling, Red agreed with him. "Alright, although, the only thing that was really revealed was me turning myself into water, and doing my Jet." Nodding, the person pointed at the chalk drawing of Red, "You see, some people might be confused with how your devil fruit works, seeing as how it is a water devil fruit." Red scratched his chin, "Hmm. Guess I never really thought about that before." Smiling, the person pointed back at the board. "Luckily, I do have the way this fruit works. You see, I based this fruit off the principle that Devil Fruit Users still have to drink water, and that they can stand out in a rainstorm. So if you think about it that way, then this fruit makes complete sense." Nodding, Red thought back to the many times he had transformed parts of his body, not thinking back then why his devil fruit could do that. "And with your devil fruit," the person said, breaking Red's train of thought, "You can control the water inside of your body. And not only that, you naturally generate water, so you will never grow thirsty," Red nodded to this again, now remembering that he had been kept in a cell on a ship, and had never been given water the entire time, "Also, you can pressurize your body for some attacks, although, you used this more to make it so you can jump higher. Which, although seems useless, is actually a very good way to build momentum. Like when you did that Ax kick on Skyler."

Red nodded again, but was annoyed again when he saw the person go back to his seat. But that was not the worst of it. As the person slowly walked back to his desk, his vision started going dark. "What the hell is happening!" Looking back, the person chuckled, seeing Red panicking like that. "You're waking up; Mr. Sun is calling for you to be up soon. But don't worry we'll probably meet again, we have lots more to go over in the future." Hearing this, Red began to panic less, but then a thought came to mind. "Wait! If we're going to meet again, then at least tell me your name!" Smiling when he heard this, the person turned one last time to the dissolving form of Red. "You can just call me, 'The Storyteller'" And with that last sentence, Red dissolved.

Turning back to the screen, the Storyteller clacked away at the keyboard, typing one last goodbye as it appeared on the screen.

To all those who have read up to this point, thank you. Your support means the world to me. I hope to one-day finish this story, and to have you guys enjoy it all the way through. To all those who are thinking that knowing some information about his devil fruit will give Red an unfair advantage, it really won't. This was sort of a 'Men and Black' type of dream, whereas the person forgets everything that happened in the dream. So I hope you all enjoyed this little fourth-wall break on my part, but no matter, if you enjoyed, you're awesome.