Q/A
For one I think guest have valid points and yes I didn't consider some of the things that happen in one piece but I appreciate the insult but this ain't stopping me yes of course the Us may get steamrolled in some aspects, and I did warn (warning American propaganda) I want to see one piece fight ww2 shit, I'm doing this fun,
But thanks for insulting me guest, but in other news Mr Beginnersend has some points to say I think he has good points about Z not sure about that since although he does exist I'm not sure he can align with anything the US stands for. But that is a great idea.
US fleet 18 miles away from the northern calm belt, south of the east blue 22 hours after the Clover island skirmish.
USS Lexington Bridge
At this point, Hazard's fleet was down to about half of its fuel reserves, though ammunition was still plentiful. The real challenge, however, was sailing into uncharted waters. The Calm Belt was completely isolated from outside forces, a situation that presented both advantages and disadvantages for the U.S. fleet. On one hand, they were likely to be left alone; on the other, finding anything suitable for their needs would be difficult.
To mitigate this, the two Kuja warriors were brought aboard the USS Lexington, as the carriers were responsible for making the final decisions about their course. Vice Admiral Wellington was assigned to oversee the Kuja warriors, along with Griller, who seemed to be the only person able to get along with the somewhat aggressive women. Additionally, the fleet took on all 2,000 prisoners, distributing them across the various carriers to save space.
"So, what can we expect from this Calm Belt?" one of the officers asked.
"Death. Usually, we Kuja don't venture outside our island because the Sea Kings are too big and dangerous, not to mention the lack of sea currents and wind. But your metal ships do make things interesting," Rosie replied.
"And most of the islands there are highly dangerous, with animals too strong for us to handle. But honestly, I don't know much about the north side of the Calm Belt. I assume it's just as dangerous, and I'm not sure even your men can handle it," Violet added, leaving Wellington in silence.
"I assure you, ladies, we've been through worse," Wellington finally said. "Three years of fighting and I believe we have the technology to render those creatures useless to our goals, and do you remember what I told you?"
"That your United States came from a storm that transported you here?" Rosie responded.
"Exactly. But I haven't told you who we were fighting. Did you notice how fiercely Marines like Griller fight?" Wellington asked.
"Yes, and we appreciate that. We always respect someone who fights vigorously, even if they're men, who are usually weaker," Rosie answered.
"Well, our enemy was twice as ferocious. They turned men like Griller into warriors at places like Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima, the Philippine Islands, and Okinawa. We fought an enemy that wouldn't surrender, even charging at us with bombs strapped to their chests in the name of their emperor." He replied making the two Kuja look at each other.
"And they were young men, doing it only because their superiors commanded them to," Wellington continued.
The Kuja warriors exchanged glances as Wellington went on with his history lesson.
"After Pearl Harbor, we retaliated, and our enemy went to another nation that helped us… and they killed millions just to hunt down our stranded soldiers." Wellington continued.
Wellington described the horrors: cannibalism, kamikazes, banzai charges, executions, and torture. "It's a good thing the Marines saved you from the misery of being a slave," he added.
"Is it really?" Rosie asked Griller, who was leaning against the corner of the ship, dressed neatly in his Marine uniform.
"I had a friend who was worked to death in a POW camp in the Philippines. It was horrible," Griller replied.
The Kuja warriors looked at Griller, absorbing the grim history of the Japanese atrocities against the U.S. They had watched a film in the lower deck of the ship earlier, and though they prided themselves on bravery and courage, they were beginning to understand that those qualities sometimes weren't enough. They grasped the extent of the suffering the U.S. had endured.
"Anyway, morale is low. That's what I can tell you right now. People are missing their relatives, families, loved ones… and I want to assure them that we'll push on. But they need to accept that there's no going back. Can you ladies' help with that?"
"Ehhh? Why us?" Violet asked, noticing that the bridge officers were glancing at the two scantily dressed warriors, their snakes hissing at the onlookers.
"Just having you around boosts morale. It's the little things." Wellington said mentioning the obvious.
"Sir, scouts are ready for takeoff!" an officer announced, making Wellington turn to him.
"I'll be back. Griller, you handle this. Captain, commence takeoff!" Wellington ordered as he walked off.
"So, what do you think of the Vice Admiral?" Griller asked.
"Surprisingly considerate. I'm impressed," Rosie replied as a TBF Avenger took off from the flight deck, its engines roaring as it ascended into the sky. The two Kuja looking to the plane, given that their interest of planes skyrocketed since the battle.
"Awesome! I love those metal birds!" Rosie exclaimed, leaving the bridge.
"Griller, let's go to the hangar. I want to see more of those metal birds!" Violet added as the two headed for the hangars.
"Those Navy boys sure did leave an impression, didn't they? Hold on!" Griller said, following the two women down the stairs.
Meanwhile, the TBF Avenger soared high in the sky as its three crewmen and one passenger searched for a suitable island in the Calm Belt, flying just high enough to spot habitable-looking islands below.
"And we are at cruising speed," the pilot reported. "Joe, how's our passenger?" he asked through the radio.
Sitting calmly in the back seat of the plane was Lieutenant Mary Wichita, a U.S. Navy Nurse Corps member from the hospital ship USS Mercy. Although she was a nurse, she had been brought along on the mission because of her previous experience as a land surveyor assistant in California before enlisting in the Navy.
"I'm fine. The plane isn't the most comfortable, but I can manage. Those kamikazes did give me quite a scare, though," Mary admitted as the plane entered the Calm Belt.
Although they hadn't slowed down, the pilot noticed that the wind speed had dropped to zero. While this lack of wind or sea currents made navigation difficult for ships, it made flying easier. However, the presence of Sea Kings was always a concern.
"Any islands?" one of the crewmen asked.
"Just water, like usual. This place has more water than the Pacific," another responded.
"Of course, dumbass. We looked at the maps. There's no land anywhere near here, other than that ridiculously tall Red Line," the pilot mocked the plane's bombardier.
"You boys are annoying," Mary chimed in.
"It's a natural reaction," Joe, the radioman, replied.
They flew for five more minutes before spotting an island, or rather a sharp rock formation. From above, it looked like an arrow pointing in a specific direction.
"Those rocks form an arrow," one of the crewmen noted.
"Where?" the pilot asked.
"Bearing 165, sir."
"I see it," the pilot replied, turning the plane leftward to follow the direction indicated by the rocks.
Soon, more rocks formed additional arrows, leading the plane toward a large rock formation. As they approached, the other scout planes also converged on the area, since more arrows pointed them there. However, a storm suddenly appeared—a storm that was impossible given the Calm Belt's usual lack of wind or weather disturbances. Strangely, this storm resembled the purple one that had brought them to this place in the first place, and it was violent enough to make the pilots question their survival. Yet, the storm seemed to part deliberately, clearing a path for the eight Avengers before closing in behind them.
"Holy hell, what was that?!" one of the pilots shouted over the radio.
"We've got God on our side—the storm moved out of the way for us!"
The planes continued on, and minutes later, they were greeted by sunlight and the sight of six sizable islands, each with distinct geography. To the northwest and west, two islands stood out. The northwestern island had jagged mountains and rough terrain, resembling the Rockies, but also featured a plain-like area and a large bay on its lowest side. The pilots could clearly make out its formations from above.
The western island, in contrast, was tropical, similar to Hawaii or Guam, with dense forests and ancient ruins scattered throughout. It, too, had a small bay suitable for docking ships.
To the east and northeast, the islands differed from the first two. The northeastern island was dominated by a massive volcano that, instead of spewing lava, emitted crude oil. The island was sandy, and the smell of oil was so strong that it reached the planes.
"A fucking oil volcano!"
"Holy shit."
The eastern island was more typical but appeared to be covered in marble, surrounded by marble-like rock formations that seemed to protect the island.
"It looks like this island guards the others."
"These islands seem like they were made just for us."
"Maybe Jesus had something to do with it."
"Jesus? Damn."
The northern and southern islands were particularly interesting. As they passed the southern island, which guarded the naval entrance to the mountain-enclosed area, they noticed it was responsible for the heavy storms they had just flown through. The island had a canal-like formation in its center and was connected to the mountain enclosure, making it ideal for defense.
Directly ahead of them was the sixth island, unlike the others, which had distinct jagged or rounded shapes. This island, the northernmost in the chain, had a shape that was strangely familiar. Its western side resembled California, its southern side looked like Texas, the northern half was reminiscent of the Great Lakes states, and the eastern coast was a miniaturized version of the U.S. eastern seaboard. However, the island featured more details that aligned it closely with California. It was clear this final island was designed to mimic the U.S.
All the islands were encircled by a massive mountain perimeter stretching for miles, along with a high-intensity storm produced by the southern "guard" island.
"It looks like California, Texas, and Michigan all at once, but mostly California if it were an island." One pilot added.
"Yeah, obviously, it looks like it." Another said pointing out the obvious.
Soon after, the eight planes split up into pairs or singles to investigate the islands. In Mary's plane, they headed toward the main island, which had the most balanced environment and almost identical weather to California. They landed in a plain-like area on the island's western side.
"This feels weirdly familiar, like my hometown," Mary remarked, noting the similar weather and geographical features to her hometown in California.
As she walked around, she recalled Wellington's warning about the dangerous flora and fauna on islands in the Calm Belt. However, the only creature she encountered was a normal-sized wolf, similar to a retriever, being chased by a smaller wolf that looked almost identical to a chihuahua. There were no oversized plants or animals as Wellington had described.
"So this is what the Spanish felt like when they rolled into Cali," Joe mused.
"Yeah, I guess. But there's nobody here. This place is uninhabited," Mary added before picking up a strange swirly fruit, taking a bite out of it. But the taste was clearly horrid.
"What the fuck?!" Mary exclaimed.
Hours later
These island chains were extremely isolated, located in the Calm Belt, which had no wind or sea currents and was ruled by Sea Kings. What made these islands even more dangerous, causing even the Sea Kings to avoid them, were the towering rocky walls and the powerful storm that circled the area. It seemed only steel ships could pass through.
Within an hour, the scout teams determined that these islands were perfect for their needs. They had the right resources, an almost impossible location to reach, great weather, and enough space to accommodate the Navy and Marines. It almost felt as though these islands were designed specifically for them. As more details emerged, the mysterious origins of the islands deepened.
"An island that produces an indefinite amount of oil, another with iron that regenerates ten times faster than it's mined, a marble island with gold ore that also regenerates, a mini California, a tropical paradise like Guam, and an island with a canal that offers impregnable defenses — this has to be too good to be true," Koby summarized as the fleet entered the island chains. After clearing the storm zone, which they found moderate by their standards, Hazard gathered his flag officers for a final discussion on their next steps.
"Too good to be true indeed, Koby, but I have to admit, these islands are perfect for us—almost like they were made with us in mind," Hazard remarked.
"Clearly, God knew we were in trouble and answered our prayers," Wellington added.
"Or maybe it's just a sheer coincidence. Either way, Smider is already landing on these islands, and within weeks to a month, we'll have the operational capacity to support the fleet," Hazard replied.
"But what exactly happens once we land?" another officer asked.
"As I understand it, we have a job to do. I've reviewed the reports on the prisoners we've taken. These men and women were destined to be slaves for the world government and its nobles. We arrived just in time, before any of these people could claim them. From what I've been told, these world government officials have absolute power to do whatever they want. Even though slavery was supposedly abolished years ago, they're exempt from that law," Hazard explained.
"That sounds unpatriotic, wouldn't you say?" another flag officer remarked.
"So, this world government rules with absolute authority?" the officer asked.
"Yes, and in one report, it's stated that one of these slaves was taken simply because she couldn't pay the exact amount of taxes when a world noble was visiting," Hazard continued.
The command room aboard the USS New Jersey erupted in outrage.
"What the hell!?..."
"That's not fair!..."
"We have to destroy them!..."
"Quiet!" Hazard commanded, his voice booming. "We don't have the capacity to operate effectively until we establish a headquarters here, but I agree—this world government must be toppled. And since we can't go home anyway, we might as well." Hazard's declaration earned nods of agreement from the other officers.
"But we lack the navigation skills and knowledge of this world. Once we've set up a base, we'll take the appropriate steps to free this world. In the meantime, our priority is establishing a base and then revealing ourselves to the world. Dismissed." Hazard ordered, signaling the officers to return to their ships.
Marineford, Paradise, meeting room days later
Hours after receiving Vice Admiral Smoker's report on the Clover Island incident, Commodore Brannew convened a meeting to address the emerging threat posed by the United States of America and its naval leader, Admiral Scott D. Hazard. Unlike his usual task of assigning bounties to pirates, this situation was different and far more concerning. The report was vague, and the only visual evidence of this mysterious admiral was a distant photograph taken from a steel ship marked with the number 62. The image, recovered from the remains of Lonz's camp, showed Hazard in a brown officer's uniform, his face obscured as he turned away.
"We're facing a new and unprecedented threat," Brannew began. "An unknown kingdom has attacked and annihilated Vice Admiral Lonz and the entire G-88 force, killing all 5,000 personnel. Additionally, this steel fleet under Admiral Hazard's command has obliterated the 16th branch, with Marine Captain Nezumi confirmed dead. All of this has taken place in the East Blue."
"Lonz is dead?"
"A steel fleet?"
"How is this possible?"
Brannew nodded gravely. "As the pictures indicate, this kingdom's ships don't use sails or paddles. They are made entirely of steel, and we have no idea how they move. This fleet appears to be sizable, as shown here." He displayed an image of Hazard's fleet: six battleships, sixteen cruisers, and twenty destroyers, a force comparable in size to a Buster Call.
"A Buster Call fleet?"
"While the ships are smaller than ours, survivors from the 16th branch reported that these vessels are nearly indestructible. Just one can sink our marine ships with a few well-placed shots while sustaining minimal damage. Here is what happened to Clover Island after the attack," Brannew continued, presenting photos of the island's southern end, which had been devastated by the American bombardment. Although it didn't level the entire island like a Buster Call, the attack was precise, coordinated, and devastating—the south side was obliterated while the rest remained untouched.
"But it wasn't just their navy. Their ground forces, known as the United States Marine Corps, led the assault. Unfortunately, we have no pictures of their leader, a general named Smider."
"And how much of a threat does this Smider pose?" an officer asked.
"With only 250 soldiers, he wiped out 5,000 of our marines, losing only 100 in the process. Like their navy, their ground forces wield advanced weapons—not on the level of Germa 66, but dangerous enough to be a serious threat."
"Given the gravity of these events, Admiral Hazard's bounty will be set at 12,000,000 berries. Once we obtain a picture of General Smider, his bounty will be set at 8,000,000 berries. Evil must be eradicated," Brannew declared, placing Hazard's bounty poster on the wall. "Because he killed Nezumi and Lonz and because his ships pose a significant threat to us, this will be his bounty. Let's see how this 'admiral' handles the power of the Navy. Now, moving on to Monkey D. Luffy…"
The Calm Belt – 5 Weeks Later
In the weeks following the initial landings, the Navy Seabees worked rapidly to establish a base of operations across the newly named island chain: Oil Island, Storm Canal, New Guam, New Colorado, Steel Island, and California Island—collectively known as the "Six State Islands." Within five weeks, each island was gradually building the necessary infrastructure to support the fleet and marines. California Island served as the main base, population center, and capital, named New San Francisco. The other islands, except Storm Canal, focused on resource extraction and production, providing essentials like munitions, farming, steel production, shipyards, dry docks, mining, and training facilities. Storm Canal housed a forward operating base for the Navy and was responsible for the islands' defense. Over the past five weeks, Seabees, thousands of marines, and former prisoners worked together to get the islands fully operational, with the project halfway completed.
In this time, the fleet had also gained valuable knowledge about this new world—learning about Haki, Devil Fruits, the World Government's actions, the Marines, and the many pirates that roamed the seas. Recognizing that they were outmatched in raw power, the Americans began collecting Devil Fruits from the six islands they controlled. However, only four remained, as two had been accidentally eaten by a nurse and a marine. Nurse Mary Wichita and Lieutenant Victor Hanashi had mistaken them for regular fruits. True to form, the US ran tests to assess the fruits' potential.
Victor Hanashi sprinted past Hazard, Wellington, Koby, and Smider at incredible speeds on the newly constructed track on New Guam, which had been converted into a training center. Several hundred former prisoners had expressed interest in enlisting with the marines.
"Wow! He's fast!" Koby exclaimed as Victor skidded to a stop in front of a training dummy, slicing it into pieces with his family katana, Boush, in a matter of seconds.
The group then watched as Mary, despite some hesitation, summoned a small cloud that shot a bolt of lightning at another dummy, startling her with the sound.
"I'm impressed, Hanashi," Smider remarked, and Victor nodded in acknowledgment.
"Thank you, sir."
"These powers could be quite useful," Smider continued. "Especially given what these admirals are capable of. I think we're going to need them."
Wellington was examining a newspaper he'd received from a seagull. The front page showed the new Fleet Admiral of the Marines, Akainu, with magma dripping from his fist. "This man's a living volcano," Wellington noted.
"Indeed," Hazard agreed. "Good thing we've found more of these Devil Fruits. Take a look."
Servers brought out four plates, each containing a swirled fruit of various colors. One was shaped like a blue anchor, another like a 406 mm cannon from the USS New Jersey, the third resembled an Essex-class aircraft carrier, and the last looked like a greenish M1 Garand.
"These fruits are unique," Hazard explained. "Because these fruits have no data on them, even in the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia we took from Cocoyashi."
"Why do they look like our weapons?" Koby asked, picking up the cannon-shaped fruit. "This is a 16-inch gun, that's an M1 Garand, and that's an Essex."
"I have no idea," Hazard replied. "But these things grew from a tree not too long ago. And if we're going to deal with an admiral who's basically a volcano, we need to use them." Hazard continued as Smider looked at Hanashi.
"How do they taste, Lieutenant?" Smider asked Hanashi.
"Tastes like shit," Hanashi replied bluntly.
With that warning, the four officers took a bite of their respective fruits. Hazard ate the anchor, Koby the cannon, Smider the Garand, and Wellington the Essex. To their surprise, the fruits didn't taste nearly as bad as expected—unlike Mary's Storm-Storm Fruit and Victor's Speed-Speed Fruit, which had been described as terrible.
"Tastes like steak, actually," Wellington remarked, taking another bite.
"Mine tastes like Coca-Cola." Koby chimed in.
"Tastes like my mother's cooking." Hazard added in.
The three officers enjoyed their fruits, but Smider's tasted different—like an uncooked can of spam. Still, it was better than the typical Devil Fruits.
"Uncooked spam…" Smider muttered, but, it's better than nothing.
However, after finishing the fruits, they all winced as the delicious flavors gave way to a foul aftertaste, which could only be compared to something truly unpleasant.
"Ugh! This tastes awful!" Koby grimaced as the group endured the lingering bitterness before it eventually faded.
Not long after, Smider stood up and used his newfound powers, summoning a gun—a Thompson M1A1—in his right hand. Then, with his left hand, he summoned a Sherman tank onto the field. He had eaten the Armory-Armory Fruit, a Paramecia-type that allowed him to create weapons and vehicles, including those used by the Marines and Army. Moments later, he even produced a life sized P-51 Mustang from both hands.
"I'm liking this already."
Wellington, meanwhile, manifested part of an aircraft carrier, its hull and flight deck floating beside him. Small Hellcat and Helldiver planes launched from the deck, circling him like birds. He had eaten the Carrier-Carrier Fruit, a Zoan that allowed him to transform himself into a carrier deck and launch planes.
"How did it know I was an Olympic archer?" Wellington wondered aloud. He had competed in the 1936 Summer Games, and it seemed the fruit recognized this.
Koby, on the other hand, summoned cannons from his wrists and back, his new riggings partially transforming into a ship's hull. He had eaten the Cannon-Cannon Fruit, a Paramecia that allowed him to manifest naval guns, particularly ones from his time period.
"This takes me back to my days as a gunnery officer." Koby added.
Finally, Hazard activated his power after eating the blue anchor fruit. Blue energy surrounded him, and large, blue constructs of ships from his fleet—including Iowa, Essex, Gearing, and Cleveland-class vessels—materialized. The ships fired their guns as a battleship or cruiser would, and the carrier launched planes autonomously. Hazard had consumed the Fleet-Fleet Fruit, a Logia-type that allowed him to create and control unknown blue energy constructs of his fleet's ships, which could operate without crews.
"We're ready," Hazard said, looking over his new fleet of constructs.
To be continued.
