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Fanfic: The Treasure of One Piece
Chapter: prolog
1533 anno Maris, some island in the West Blue, 11 years after the Straw Hat gang ...
The rain was getting heavier. A lonely man wandered the long street. He had been on the road for three days and really wanted to get to the next town before dark. But with this dark cloud cover in the sky it was not possible to say whether it was still day or already night.
The man quickened his pace. Ever since he'd left the port town of Fluorance to make his way to the town of Chloros on the other side of the island, he'd felt like he was being watched. Nothing had happened yet, but so far he had not been traveling alone, but in a large tour group. But she had left him at the last inn an hour ago. He himself had to travel on to do his job.
Maison Gerd was not a particularly noticeable type, more of the average citizen. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of it, he had not yet failed to run any of his errands. So far, his packages have always reached their destination. There was hardly a pirate at West Blue who did not know his name. If you need someone to transport something for you, then look for Maison the Bird, was one of the sayings among pirates. On his own he was never afraid, he was certainly not afraid of thieves, but this time it was something different. Maybe it was his cargo ...
In his pocket was a box that he was supposed to deliver to a certain Gave Field, one of the most feared pirates of the West Blues. Maison did not know what was in his goods and that was a good thing. The only thing he knew was that Field would be waiting for him in Chloros tonight.
Lightning struck a little way off and lit the street. Wasn't there a person under the tree on the hill, Maison wondered. At the next flash he took a closer look. He was wrong. There was no one there, only the branches moving in the wind. Maison breathed a sigh of relief. "You fool, you see ghosts everywhere," he echoed to himself and began to laugh.
But the laughter got stuck in his throat. The dagger that his opponent had stuck in the chest protruded from his back. The wound was fatal, without question. Maison collapsed, but looked into the face of his murderer, which was peeking out from under a black hood. "S-sane," he rattled before he collapsed completely.
Sane pulled his dagger out of the dead body and wiped it on his clothes. Then he searched the pockets of the coat. He found what he was looking for: the box. He also rummaged through the rest of the pockets, but found nothing. He cursed inwardly. Not only he, Maison had used up his supplies too. The assassin had been chasing Maison for three days and had long since used up his own supplies.Now he would have to travel on to Chloros or back to the inn to at least get something to eat.
Sane opened the box to check its contents. In the box was a letter and a card, just as he had suspected. He took out the letter and the card, as was his assignment. When he turned to leave, he realized that he had forgotten something. The hit man knelt by his victim and placed a red lily in an identical box. Then he put the letter and the card back in the original box and exchanged the two.
When he was about to put the box with the loot in his pocket, Sane made an incongruous sound. He stopped. Didn't the bottom of the box sound hollow? Sane patted the floor. Yes, there was definitely something underneath.
Sane lifted the floor. Beneath it came a fruit that looked like a tomato in the dark. He took out the fruit. Immediately he felt hungry. The assassin couldn't hold back and bit into it. The tomato tastes a bit strange. After he finally swallowed the fruit, he felt sick. Sane got up again and swayed along the path towards Chloros, only to faint shortly after the hill.
The rain was getting heavier. A lonely man wandered the long street. He had been on the road for three days and really wanted to get to the next town before dark. But with this dark cloud cover in the sky it was not possible to say whether it was still day or already night.
The man quickened his pace. Ever since he'd left the port town of Fluorance to make his way to the town of Chloros on the other side of the island, he'd felt like he was being watched. Nothing had happened yet, but so far he had not been traveling alone, but in a large tour group. But she had left him at the last inn an hour ago. He himself had to travel on to do his job.
Maison Gerd was not a particularly noticeable type, more of the average citizen. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of it, he had not yet failed to run any of his errands. So far, his packages have always reached their destination. There was hardly a pirate at West Blue who did not know his name. If you need someone to transport something for you, then look for Maison the Bird, was one of the sayings among pirates. On his own he was never afraid, he was certainly not afraid of thieves, but this time it was something different. Maybe it was his cargo ...
In his pocket was a box that he was supposed to deliver to a certain Gave Field, one of the most feared pirates of the West Blues. Maison did not know what was in his goods and that was a good thing. The only thing he knew was that Field would be waiting for him in Chloros tonight.
Lightning struck a little way off and lit the street. Wasn't there a person under the tree on the hill, Maison wondered. At the next flash he took a closer look. He was wrong. There was no one there, only the branches moving in the wind. Maison breathed a sigh of relief. "You fool, you see ghosts everywhere," he echoed to himself and began to laugh.
But the laughter got stuck in his throat. The dagger that his opponent had stuck in the chest protruded from his back. The wound was fatal, without question. Maison collapsed, but looked into the face of his murderer, which was peeking out from under a black hood. "S-sane," he rattled before he collapsed completely.
Sane pulled his dagger out of the dead body and wiped it on his clothes. Then he searched the pockets of the coat. He found what he was looking for: the box. He also rummaged through the rest of the pockets, but found nothing. He cursed inwardly. Not only he, Maison had used up his supplies too. The assassin had been chasing Maison for three days and had long since used up his own supplies.Now he would have to travel on to Chloros or back to the inn to at least get something to eat.
Sane opened the box to check its contents. In the box was a letter and a card, just as he had suspected. He took out the letter and the card, as was his assignment. When he turned to leave, he realized that he had forgotten something. The hit man knelt by his victim and placed a red lily in an identical box. Then he put the letter and the card back in the original box and exchanged the two.
When he was about to put the box with the loot in his pocket, Sane made an incongruous sound. He stopped. Didn't the bottom of the box sound hollow? Sane patted the floor. Yes, there was definitely something underneath.
Sane lifted the floor. Beneath it came a fruit that looked like a tomato in the dark. He took out the fruit. Immediately he felt hungry. The assassin couldn't hold back and bit into it. The tomato tastes a bit strange. After he finally swallowed the fruit, he felt sick. Sane got up again and swayed along the path towards Chloros, only to faint shortly after the hill.