My chest heaved as I held onto the fruit and the book, the only two things that would give me a chance to survive in the world that I now called home. The winds shrieked as the pulled at my clothes and the foam kissed my sweaty brow, with a promise of eternal death, if I ever had the misfortune of falling off the ship.My father stared at the incoming volley, unafraid, and with a challenging smirk that I had only seen on his face, whenever he had cooked something that mother disapproved of. His red bandanna fluttered as his dark hair flew all around him.
We were at a cross-road, and both he and my mother knew it. My mother looked at the fleet, her determination palpable, as her blond hair streamed in the cloudy sky. Her pale-blue eyes resolutely regarded the oncoming disaster, as the tear stroked skin of hers seemed to glimmer with an otherworldly brilliance.
My father pulled out his pistol, grinning as he did, "come "ere ya bunch of nitwits, and let this old man clean his blade in your blood!!" he said, then realizing that his sword was still quite safely dirty in its rusty scabbard. "b.a.s.t.a.r.d Lector! I know you are hiding somewhere on those ships let me not find you, or I swear to the writer of the poneglyphs that I shall kill you!!" he said, his face becoming serious as he lead the ship onward to the blockade that had surrounded what was once my home.
The cypher ships, (I found out they belonged to cypher only because of the waving flag. Yup, nothing else told me about it) advanced as their cannons began to ring again. The leaden b.a.l.l.s thundered pa.s.sed into the sea, rising raging sea water in their wake -that flooded the deck of the Pearl.
The ocean waves rose as if to stop the incoming ships, as we sailed on. In the background thunder and lightning raged, illuminating the sky as it did. As the ships grew closer, my heart could not help but beat louder, as if to welcome the inevitable battle that was sure to commence.
My father roared at the incoming mob, already manning the canons as he did, he was a very good sharpshooter and now he put his awesome skills to practice. Already a few ships had sunk into the sea. The leading ship had done nothing to stop the incoming projectiles, opting instead to advance in renewed vigor.
the two ships collided, their prows connecting as my father mad weird angles with his shooting. His shots reminded me of Rip Van Winkle of h.e.l.lsing. The bullets seemed to have a mind of their own, as they seemed to shriek with glee, bringing with them a season of harvested terror. Not only so, his sword too, which he had by now un-sheathed, also sang with the happiness only attributed with an instrument of war.
My mother did not stand idle, she too had taken her strings, reaping lives in a morbid dance. I stood behind her, and she had not allowed a single drop of blood to touch me, let alone a Cypher agent. I could only stare as my parents protected me, in a dog-eat-dog world such as this, I had no ability, neither did I have experience.
Already, what I had eaten threatened to abandon me and it took all I had to make my stomach obey me. It was the first time I had seen gore like this, and at such close proximity too. "Lore, run to the crow"s nest, you will be safe there!" my mother bellowed not taking her eye off the men before her. Her hands swayed in a beautiful dance, with a flutter in her legs and a flurry of her fingers. She reminded me of a spider, always weaving its web, waiting for prey, though in her case, she was slightly more aggressive.
My spindly legs carried me up the mast, as I occasionally looked down at the carnage that my sweet parents had wrought, blood and limbs flying in the air as the screams of a myriad of people rung from below, somewhat reminding me of the day on which I had died, and the idea of h.e.l.l that had been forcefully implanted in my brain.
Many different types of people existed below me, some shifted into the form of goat-men with horns and hoofs but also with hands and guns, and yet others seemed to turn into metals, like iron or steel hard to the touch and grey to the naked eye. Some men fought with black limbs and others with finger-bullets that "pew-ed" through the air. Men and women fought with various weapons, some with katanas and others with the urumi, but they all had one thing in common. They wanted to kill my parents and probably me too. My heart turned cold at the thought, people baying for my blood, merely because of who they"d been.
As I reached the top of the mast, my lungs heaved, half with the exercise I had just done and the other with the fear that had accompanied the h.e.l.lish scene in front of my eyes. My hair stuck to the sides of my head with the water in the air, and the harsh thunder clouds in the sky.
My father seemed like a man possessed shooting into the sky with his purple bullets and cutting away with his sword, which by now had turned quite red and gloomy. He ran through the thicket repeatedly, thinning the crowd as he tried to push the ship through the blockade. His hand and blade had turned into an unruly black and seemed to carry the weight of mountains behind each swing.
My mother on the other hand had already finished off at her end, and was now calmly loading the cannon b.a.l.l.s into their respective holsters before firing. She was doing more to clear the bunch of ships in front of us than the men who had invaded our boat and she was doing a very good job at it.
"BOOM" a sound rang in the sky as the ships cleared, giving us a free path into the open ocean. The ship cleared its front, my father acting as the block-agent as he removed the last of the men on the ship, either by killing them, or by throwing them off the boat, before urging the ship forward, as we tried to leave.
The ships crawled out of the way as the debris of the fallen lot floated away, swaying in the angry waves of the sea. My father held the stern looking critically at the remaining ships that were trying to regroup in front of us, his frown hadn"t lessened, as he held his pistol with a hard grip.
"Gol D Jack!!" a roar echoed as a shiny man rose from the lead ship. His black hair touched his shoulders as his white coat whipped around in the wind. His mouth was stuck at an unseemly frown and his stubby beard bristled in his annoyance. "Cypher has held back many times before, but not anymore!! If you want your life to remain intact then give up now!! Otherwise you shall face the wrath of the thousand-eyes Tartoros!!" he roared pulling out a crystal cannon from the folds of his robe. It was etched with strange runes that gleamed with an eerie purple light, and held a socket at the back of the cannon. It had smoky wheels and a pale blue k.n.o.b at the back of the cannon.
My father"s breath caught in his chest, as his eyebrows descended making a valley over his nose as it did.
"Tartaros, one of the ancient weapons of Roa and called the launcher of the sorrowful sun! You dare to bring that out of your Mary Geoisse! Does your Government think that Raftel shall not attack them and bring forth their own powers?!!?!" He roared back, already trying not to sweet. " Besides, to use that you must use ten logia type Devil Fruits as fuel, you think you can use it more than once b.a.s.t.a.r.d Lector!!?" he asked as he held onto his blade, with his now pale hand.
"Heh, do you dare give it a try?! he asked as he pulled out a purple fruit from his cloak and shoving it into the socket at the back of the cylinder before pulling out another one. "Choose now….. Or DIE!!!!" he screamed before putting his hand back into his cloak.
"Jack......… Don"t, you know they won"t let us live either way, they only want you alive because of the Treasury of D!" My mother said as she made her way to the stern of the ship. "Fire away Lector! Let"s see if your shiny sausage is stronger, or my Iron Maiden stronger!" my mother said as she started coiling her hands around the ship.
My dad too had pulled out his sword before closing his eyes... "WORLD END SERIES: AT WORLDS END!!" he roared as a white aura rose from his sword as he pulled it to his chest, the pointed end parallel to the ground.
The man called lector had already shoved seven fruits into his shiny cannon and was now stuffing an eighth into it, and now a ninth, and finally a tenth, before squeezing the k.n.o.b. A purple aura started to build at the end of the cannon, as the runes on its side flared. It swept aurora like lights into the sky as the water below frothed and foamed like a dying man. The cannon developed a scarlet-purple glow.(it looked quite like the cero from bleech though from a cannon instead of a Hollow) before the orb was propelled to us.
The world seemed to shift around the orb as it zoomed towards us. Infront of us, there was a mesh of black string with a tiny rip in the middle of it to let my father swing his now white sword through it. The ray shot through colliding with the orb.
A loud boom rocked the world as we were propelled away, our stern was a smoking mess and the residents of the ship were in unknown straits, but we had escaped......…..