His Stories // The Storyteller

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The boy in front of him looked at them in amazement.

"At first, the Righteous Marine did not see the difference between the pirates. He hunted down all those who set foot in his territory and came to his city. He thought all pirates were the same. But he also knew that the orders that came from above were not absolute although he had to obey them to the letter. He trusted no one but himself and the men he had under his command."

"However, it changed. One stormy day, a pirate, a liberation warrior by nature, set foot on the ground of the marine's town. As usual, the Righteous Marine tried to capture him. But it failed. Circumstances were against the soldiers of Justice and the young pirate got his way with his crew. But not before leaving his mark on the Marine. No, it wasn't anything physical. The Marine was not injured in any way. It was an impression. A strong impression of freedom that the marine could not understand. His entire life and career had labelled pirates as the scum of the earth, but now... A teenager shouted that he would become the next Pirate King, miraculously surviving the attempt in which two other pirate crews tried to take his life."

"So the crew of the Free Child escaped, as if nature itself wanted them to survive. But the marine was not going to give up. He wanted to capture that Free Child and his crew. Maybe he had a feeling that the Free Child would turn this world upside down. Or maybe he wanted to better understand the very nature of being a pirate. Nature made some of them true pirates and others simply bastards who were no better than common thieves and murderers."

"The Righteous Marine gathered his trusted men and set sail to pursue the pirates. He finally caught up with them. In a kingdom on the brink of war. War between a king and his subjects. One side believed something while the other thought something else. And behind all this there was another pirate. A strong and infamous pirate with the protection of the World he carried on his shoulders like a cape. No one could stop that man. Except the Free Child. The Free Child who went and beat up the Sandy Pirate."

"That night, Marine Righteous' right-hand found the Free Child's crew lying in the streets of the capital city, exhausted from their fights against the Sandy Pirate and his subordinates. The Young Swordswoman ordered the marines to leave the crew alone. It was because the pirates had accomplished something that the marines should have done. And despite all this, it was the marines who got the honour and glory of saving the kingdom. It was the day that the eyes of both the Righteous Marine and the Young Swordswoman were opened to the truth of the system they served. They also settled in peace to contemplate the enigma that was the crew of peace main. The young captain had declared in the midst of the fights that he did not hate the Righteous Marine for doing his job."

"The Righteous Marine continued his pursuit. Even when the pirate boy disappeared for two years, the marine was waiting, knowing that the Free Boy would not die or surrender. He waited and when the crew of the Free Child reassembled to continue their journey, the Righteous Marine was ready for them. He is ready to go after them again, this time for his own Justice, not anyone else's."

The story ended and the Suns met again. Taiyo had already eaten his fish. Chibi Smoker was falling asleep with half of a half-eaten fish in his hands. The Narrator chuckled.

"Become a good marine, White Hunter Smoker..."

...

Righteous Marine: Smoker.

Free Child: Luffy.

Young Swordswoman: Tashigi.

Sandy Pirate: Crocodile.

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In the quiet corners of our humble town,

Lurks the Storyteller with eyes of golden crown.

Through the four Blues and Grand Line he roams,

Carrying tales from distant lands, far from home.

Known by different names, yet one in essence true,

His words hold power, shaping destinies anew.

"Do you want to hear a story?" he'll gently ask,

A question with answers to unveil, to unmask.

Never decline, for his stories hold might,

Guiding us through darkness, leading to light.

In each tale lies a thread of past and future,

Binding us to fate, like a silent suture.

But heed this warning, in every rhyme and line,

The Storyteller's words hold a divine truth.

For in the whispers of his tales, we find,

The power to shape our destiny, intertwined.

So gather 'round, and listen with care,

To the Storyteller's words, beyond compare.

In small-town echoes, let his legend be,

But remember his truth holds the key.