As the sun set over the horizon a golden gleam overshot and shot through the foliage of cloth that I had inhabited near the base of the main mast.A tiny book sat in my hands, visibly fighting against the gentle winds as I attempted to read through the last record that I had written down. For some reason I was unable to pay attention to what I was doing, a worm of worry digging through my heart.
The information on my next destination had troubled me more than I let on. I was sure I was missing something, and as a casual fan in my previous life it really rubbed it in harder how much I didn"t know.
In fact the extent of my knowledge had always been restricted to the names of some of the important characters, some important places and some of the more noteworthy weapons. I knew much less about the people than I let on, I knew their faces but not of their backgrounds or their specialties, at most only what level of the story they came out in and a tentative estimation of their power level according to the knowledge I had attained in this life.
I had always fallen in love with the world more than I ever did with any of the characters, and by the time I faced that deity, I had already forgotten most of the more major information.
So far Ohara had tickled my nostalgic tastes, but I could never put a finger on it. At most the name sounded awfully familiar was all I could think of.
With a dull caw a gull landed next to my feet, its wings spreading sporadically as it got used to the firmness of a solid perch. At its feet was tied a pouch and in its beak was a simple paper, yellowing with age and torn shabbily with age.
I stared at it for a few minutes and as I began to feel successively stupid for expecting anything surprising the bird finally glared at me, a smolder of anger and impatience in its grey eyes as if it was telling me to do something quick so it could get off the G.o.d forsaken piece of wood that it had landed on.
With a small jump the bird rested its head against my grey pants virtually spitting the paper onto it before flapping its wings in anger and motioning to its pouch.
With a surprised and somewhat sheepish glance at the avian correspondence I put my hand into my pockets bringing out a handful of coins and placing it into the faded green pouch.
With a caw of finality the bird immediately jumped into the air, a reproachful gleam still in its eyes as it seemed to chastise me for wasting its time.
A dull crinkle later, I could not help but smooth out the yellow parchment that I had just received. It began quite simply:
"Dear Lore,
This is your old man on this end, and if it wasn"t for something overly important your grandpa wouldn"t have let me write this little letter, let alone use one of the islands best delivery birds to get the information to you post haste. It"s about your uncle.
Not the old fool who got himself killed for no reason but the other one. The one that we barely talk about, old Raigar. Your old man alone has only ever spoken to him on a few occasions, so of course whenever you ever asked me about him it was all I could do to tell you the little I know about him, that he is a scholar and seeks to change the world with his knowledge instead of with his fists like the bone headed fools that this family otherwise is populated by.
Well he returned a while back and I must say, the information that he brings back is quite dire. Take care of yourself out there!
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It seems that the world government has returned to its island destroying tendencies, razing every mound that offended them in any way. So, take care of yourself!
After your mother, the least your old man needs is to lose another limb. Remember, your mother used to say, that her family was her eyes… well then, for me they are my limbs! The only one left in fact so don"t get overly reckless…..
Onto other more satisfying information however, how insane are you brat!?!"; and here Lorean could not help but snicker at the amount of emotion his father was able to convey with a single question mark. He could almost imagine him glaring down at him with bulging eyes, his black hair stuck to either side of his temple.
"To jump over the f.u.c.king Reverse mountain, do you think you are a cat? Do you think you have nine lives? Don"t give your old man so many heart attacks b.a.s.t.a.r.d!!" and with that tsundere like ending his father"s tiny scrawl of a hand writing abruptly fell off the page.
With a deep sigh I could not help but frown, if it was my gut alone then I would probably dismiss it seeing as nothing had tingled my Haki, but with father"s warning I could not help but pucker my forehead with worry.
"OI, Fawkes!! Get the crew into the captain"s quarters ASAP! I have a few worries that are annoying me to no end!" and with that I nimbly jumped off the wooden intersection that had been my perch.
With quick steps I walked into the captain"s quarters, opening the door for Fawkes as he shepherded in a group of surprised and alarmed crew members.
"What is it, Lore?" Fawkes asked. His use of my nickname being the only indicator to how nervous he was. Usually he had a formal tone to him, but now it was gone..
"Well, right now a mere gut feeling. But I don"t want the crew to get f.u.c.ked over because I ignored it so imma say it right here and now. Prepare boys and girls to what I expect to be the most tumultuous experience we have on these seas…."