It has been fifty-seven years since the execution of the Second Pirate King, Monkey D. Luffy, and he has left a legacy in his wake so great that some say he was more legendary than the First King, Gol D. Rogers. But like the last Pirate King, at his execution, he told the world that he had again hidden the One Piece for the world to find. Many saying it was the start of the next Age of Piracy, but then, war broke out among two families: The Monkey family and the Cobra family. After four decades of bloodshed, the war finally subsided. And nineteen years later, a member of the Cobra family set out on a quest to obtain the One Piece, his name is Cobra D. Red. P.S. I wonder how many people actually read this paragraph every time.

A Revelation from the Past! Miles' Background

Intro: /Ob3ul4QL22U

Ship rocking, lightning flashing, and thunder booming, the sea churned underneath the Galleon carrying Miles. In fact, it seemed like it was a miracle that the ship even stayed afloat. Several times, the ship was angled at nearly forty-five-degrees, threatening to tip over. But right now, Miles ignored that, he didn't have a choice; he was in too much pain.

Panting and gasping for breath, Miles was left strung up on the deck while the men and thankfully his torturers had gone below. Now he was left to mull over his own thoughts, albeit with some difficulty. He couldn't think much past the pain and the raging hate he felt for the people around him. Looking up, he stared past the rain and occasional lightning strike and at the billowing flag above him. Looking at it, he could see the crossed twin swords behind the skull, but he could also see a new addition: a green collar.

He was pulled from his thoughts once more, though, as the ship was rocked about by a massive wave. Flung forward, he would've slammed face first into the deck had it not been for the chains holding him back. His arms were held back as he nearly faceplanted into the deck, his nose only a couple of inches from the wet wood. As the chains caught him fast, he gritted his teeth again as they dug back into his wrists.

As he kneeled in that position, he could hear someone from somewhere behind him shout out, "First Mate! We've reached the island!" and then from somewhere in front of him, he could hear someone shout in reply, obviously the first mate, "Good! Go inform the men that we'll be making landfall in a few minutes!" The informant responded with a quick, "Yes, sir!" and ran off to tell the others.

As they ran past Miles, he could hear their footsteps receding until they sunk below the deck. That left Miles and the first mate all alone. Looking at the floor, Miles tried to listen to the first mate's footsteps, but he couldn't make them out over the sound of thunder. Suddenly, Miles was torn away from his view of the floor as the first mate lifted him by the hair. Miles, under reflex, shut his eyes tightly from the pain, but the first mate quickly and forcefully opened them up. Kneeling next to him, the first mate whispered in Miles' ear, "You see that? We're home, Buredo." And through the storm darkened sea, with the flashes of lightning, he could make out a distinct shape resting in the sea. The island base of the Twin Saber Pirates.

-With Red-

As the Defiance was once again rocked about by a huge wave, Bede was forced to pause in his work to make sure Red didn't roll off the table. After they had set sail and gone off after Miles, Bede had pulled Red aside, saying that he wanted to examine his injuries, just to make sure nothing was fatal. And so, after opening Red's torn shirt, Bede went to work. Nothing was fatal luckily, and it looked like Red's healing had already gone to town on the bullet grazing and two minor stab wounds in his chest. But that wasn't the worst of it. Bede had tried his best to stitch the stab wound in his side, successfully finishing it with several knocks to the head to make Red focus on something else. But there was still the bullet.

As Bede maneuvered carefully with his hands, he kept his breath held and sweat gleaned on his forehead. Occasionally, he'd come up for breath and to wipe his brow. And after that, he'd go back to his work, more focused than before. It went on like that for about ten minutes, but to Bede it felt like a hundred years, until finally, the bullet was dislodged. Clattering onto the metal tray, Bede pulled off his gloves and tossed them in the sink, letting out a sigh of relief as he slid to the floor.

As he sat there, he heard Red chuckle from above him and he looked up. He couldn't see Red's face, but he could see the corners of his mouth upturn. "So, Bede… Doc, whatever you prefer, that was a lot more stressful than previously thought, I assume." Looking away from Red, Bede nodded, wiping away another bead of sweat from his brow. Swinging his feet over the edge, Red came to a sitting position and looked down at Bede, the smile gone from his face.

"So why do you think that these Twin Saber Pirates took Miles?" Red asked, obviously trying to get the thought off his mind. Scratching his chin, Bede furrowed his brow in thought. He considered himself one of the smartest on the ship, being able to reason well, but he really didn't have a clue to why they might've taken Miles. Looking back to Red, he shrugged his shoulders, saying, "I don't know, but didn't you say that Miles used to accept challenges from other swordsman, and that he barely lost?" Hearing this, Red nodded, acknowledging this.

It was possible that this crew just wanted Miles for their own. He didn't know how strong they were, he just knew some general information about them. He had glossed over their names while going through an index on bounties he had borrowed when he was still a bounty hunter. Something about their captain being a pretty skilled swordsman, with no devil fruit to boot and a very skilled thief or whatever. He had decided not to go for them, seeing as how the crew's bounty was over 50,000,000. As he remembered this, he let out a sigh of anger as he remembered Blackheart's track record. Of all the crews, she had to leave this one around, didn't she, he thought, knowing she had captured at least one 100,000,000 bounty.

But he was pulled from his thoughts as Bede began speaking again, looking back down at the doctor on the floor. "There is one idea I've been kicking around for a while… but I don't think you'll like it." Sitting up, Red raised an eyebrow at Bede, waving his hand for him to continue. Gulping, Bede straightened his shirt, preparing for the worst. Finally, he spoke up, saying, "Do we even know what Miles did before he was that street fighter? I mean, don't get me wrong, he looks to be loyal to the crew. It's just that… he may be, you know…"

As he got out the last words, silence fell over the room. Furrowing his brows, Red blinked his eyes a few times, just to make sure he was still awake and not in some dream world. Finally, sure that he was awake, Red looked back down at Bede, who raised his hands in surrender. Breathing heavily out his nose, he looked up again, obviously trying to process what Bede just said. Leaping down from the table, he gritted his teeth as pressure was put on his injured leg, but otherwise ignored it. Marching past Bede, he pushed the door open and walked out into the billowing storm.

Shocked, Bede sat there for a few seconds, looking at where Red had been. Finally getting out of his stupor, he dashed off after Red, shouting, "Red, wait!" Running out into the wind, he turned around to see Red at the base of the stairs leading to the turning lever's platform. Running behind him, he grabbed his shoulder, asking, "Are you, sure you're alright?" Turning his head to look back, Red gave Bede a smile, saying, "I'm fine. Once this entire thing's over, we'll ask Miles ourselves why he thinks he was taken." Nodding, Bede turned to leave, but was called back by Red. "Oh and Bede, don't tell the rest of the crew what you think." Nodding, Bede turned and walked back down the stairs, exiting the deck.

Walking up the last few stairs, he approached Henry from behind, who was trying his hardest to keep the lever steady in the storm. Glancing back, Henry nodded, acknowledging Red's presence and the question that was about to be asked for about the hundredth time. "Are you sure that's what their flag looked like?" Sighing, Henry responded with a flat "Yes". While they had been preparing the ship, Red had gone up to Henry and asked for the specifics of their flag. Henry had described it as being a skull with two crossed swords behind it, with a green collar. Nodding, he let Henry concentrate on steering the ship to the coordinates he'd been given. Looking back out at the sea, Red shook his head, asking himself again, Why would they take Miles?

-With Miles-

Falling face-first in the sand once again, Miles wished not for the first time that his crew would hurry up. The first thing that happened when they landed was the chains attaching Miles to the ship were removed. But the freedom of his wrists was short-lived, as soon after, they were replaced by a set of handcuffs tied to a rope, which Butch used like a leash to lead him up the shore. And time and time again, Miles had fallen into the sand, with no hands to stop his fall. Sometimes it was on purpose, trying to slow down his captors. But most of the time, he was either shoved down, or tripped on his own feet. And each time he'd be pulled by the hair to his feet and forced to keep walking until they reached the gates of the complex.

As the gates shuddered open, Miles grimaced at the sound, both from its ear-piercings shriek, and his utter hate for the place in general. In fact, as he walked through the gates, he summoned all the liquid left in his mouth and spat on them. He was unsurprised to see it being mostly blood. Looking forward again, he took in the sights before him. The area of the complex was mostly flat, and was dominated by a large three-story mansion constructed from imported materials. This was the place where Miles was forced to walk.

As he neared the front door of the house, he felt a large foot press into his back, forcing him to his knees. Bringing his head back up again to face the house, he could hear from somewhere inside a large man nearing the door. As the door creaked open, Miles bared his teeth in anger, glaring as a portly man peaked out of the door. Looking around, he first saw Butch, who hovered slightly behind Miles and a question mark popped over his head. "Butch, what's going on? Why are you all…" But his sentence was ended quickly as he saw Miles kneeling in front of him.

Shaking his head in shock, he looked from the cowled figure to Butch, saying, "My God, look at the state of him!" then, snapping his fingers at some of the lackeys, he said, "Some of you go and get some towels and a bucket of water!" Confused, they quickly went and did what he asked for, bringing towels and a bucket and presenting it to him. Growing impatient, the man, who was obviously their boss, shouted, "Well don't just stand there! Wash him off! Clean his wounds! Why bring a man who looks like he's on his way to the Pearly Gates to my door!" Even more confused than before, the men, a little unwillingly, quickly went about their duties, making sure to wipe away all the blood. All this time, though, Miles continued to glare at the man, obviously not amused.

Finished, the men stepped away from Miles, holding towels covered in blood. Walking up to Miles, the man came at him with open arms, hugging him, with a beaming smile on his face. "It's so good to see you after so long Buredo!" then, glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the two other leaders, "First Mate, Muscles, I thought I told you two not to rough this one up?" Even though he appeared to be mad, the other two just kept on grinning while Miles kept on glaring. But that glare was replaced by a look of pain as a knife was quickly jabbed into his side. In pain, Miles fell to the floor, unsupported by the man, who just laughed maniacally at the fallen form of Miles. "I told you two not to rough him up so I could hurt him so!"

Spitting up blood, Miles turned his eyes to glare at the man, all the while he grasped the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. Smiling, the man crouched down so Miles could see him better, and spoke in a cold whisper, "Didn't trust me, eh? I mean, you had nothing to trust about me in the first place! Although, don't take me for a fool ever again Buredo…

"Next time you leave my crew, choose a more discreet occupation than the swordsman for a captain who belongs to one of the most hated families in the world!"

Standing up again, he looked down at Miles, a sour look on his face, and kicked him in his stab wound. Gritting his teeth in pain, Miles coughed, holding back another spray of blood. Looking up from the sorry excuse on the floor, the boss pointed at two of the men, shouting, "You two! Drag this sack of shit deserter to the cells!" And they quickly hopped to, glad that the guy hadn't gone soft over a deserter. As Miles was dragged away, leaving occasional splotches in tufts of grass, the man turned and let out a groan as he sat on the steps leading to his mansion. Pulling out a cigar, he had one of the lackeys light it, and he put it to his lips, pulling a drag out of it. Opening his mouth to speak, smoke cascaded out of his mouth like a reverse waterfall.

"You just can't get good help nowadays, can you?" said Captain Bartholomew Jim, of the Twin Saber Pirates.