Chapter 1

I didn't have any clue on how I ended up in this situation. One moment I was sleeping soundly in my warm and cozy bed, the next I found myself disoriented and confused, waking up on a small drifting wooden boat. The boat was weathered and worn, the wood splintered and greyed from years of exposure to the elements. I could see the remnants of old rope and frayed knots that had once held a sail in place. But now, I was left stranded with no paddle or sail, just the gentle rocking of the waves beneath me.

As I looked out into the endless expanse of the ocean, I couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation and helplessness. The endless blue water stretched out in every direction, with no land in sight. The sun beat down on me mercilessly, making my skin feel tight and dry. I could hear the soft lapping of the waves against the side of the boat and the cry of seagulls in the distance. The confusion I felt only intensified as I struggled to understand how I got here, and what my next move should be.

After examining myself, I found myself in a different body than my own. More precisely, the body of a tall, lanky man, dressed in a cowboy-like attire. The clothes were worn and well-used, with stains and frays around the edges. The black denim jeans were tight around the thighs and flared at the bottom, held up by a worn leather belt, adorned with a shiny silver buckle. The cotton shirt was a crisp white color, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean, sinewy forearms. A brown leather jacket was also worn, it was well worn and had a rugged feel to it, the cuffs were frayed and the collar was slightly frayed and the shoulder area was slightly stretched. The black leather boots came up to mid-calf, and had a well-worn look, scuffed and creased from use.

The two revolvers attached to my hips were worn and well-used, with the metal of the barrels and triggers dulled from years of use. The grips were made of worn wood, with a well-worn feel to them, fitting comfortably in my hands. The blue scarf around my neck was made of a soft silk, with frayed edges and small holes in the fabric. It was tied loosely around my neck, the ends hanging down past my waist. The black leather hat with a blue ribbon at its base was worn, with a crease in the crown and a bent brim. The ribbon was a deep shade of blue, with a small silver pin holding it in place.

The unfamiliarity of being in this new body, dressed in unfamiliar clothes, and the sensation of the weight of the revolvers at my hips, made the whole situation more confusing and disorienting. And just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, I heard a shout coming from above.

Looking up, I spotted a man that seemed to have his head stuck in between a giant seagull's beak, I barely had the time to assess the situation before I noticed a wooden rowboat that was going unusually fast. On board, a green-haired swordsman. Fairly popular in the anime community, wearing black trousers tucked inside black boots, a plain white shirt with three undone buttons at the collar and his green haramaki safely tied to his bicep, Roronoa Zoro. The renowned swordsman seemed to be pressed for time as he rowed without rest while shouting angrily at the flying seagull.

Turning my head back at the flying seagull carrying who I concluded was none other than Monkey D. Luffy, I loudly gulped the unease that settled in my heart. I somehow ended up in the One Piece world.

As Zoro's boat was about to pass me, with no sails nor rows at my disposal I had no choice but to jump on his approaching vessel as soon as he overtook me. Earning a glare from the annoyed swordsman who promptly turned to glare at me with menacing eyes.

"Look he's getting away?!" I exclaimed at the flying bird, effectively returning Zoro to his panicked rowing and diverting the swordsman from throwing me overboard.