Chapter 1 Rak

"Haaa! Where am I?" A boy gasped for air. He had a decent face, and was about 1.6 meters tall, with brown hair and eyes.

Looking at his surroundings in bewilderment the boy touched his face before standing up still amazed. 'Wasn't I hit by that truck..... what's going on here?!' He thought to himself as he inspected his body.

He was currently dressed in a white shirt along with blue trousers, but this just confused him further. 'All my white shirts aren't even white anymore, more like dirt brown.' That was when he realised, something else was amiss.

'Why do I feel like I am moving.... am I... no.' Immediately the boy ran up the nearest steps he could find, making his way higher and higher until he reached the top. "What the fuck is going on." He mumbled as he looked around.

"SPLASH! SPLASH!"

The waves rocked against the ship which the boy stood upon, as the ship sailed within the vast ocean. Other people could be seen running around the ship as well, similarly dressed to the boy, but atop their head was a cap.

"M-Marine....I am fucked." The boy stuttered before falling on his ass, he was starting to understand what had happened. It was a regular day, well at least he thought it was, he was just crossing the street and then BAM he got hit by a truck and now he was here.

If he didn't know what was going on, could he even call himself a degenerate? 'I've been reincarnated into One Piece, haven't I?' The boy began to panic, as he began to tear up but before he could even begin to cry he heard a loud shout.

"RAK! Why aren't you cleaning the floors!?" A large stout man walked towards the boy, his face saying all that needed to be said. He was pissed, but the boy had no clue why.

Suddenly feeling a hand grab his shirt, the boy was lifted off the ground until his eyes were the level with the large man. "RAK!! Go clean the floors! That's an order!" The large man screamed barely an inch away from the boy's face.

"U-Understood." The boy replied in shock, he was still confused as to what was going on but all he knew for sure was that obeying orders was probably his best bet at least for now.

Putting him down, the large man started grumbling as he walked away from the boy. Immediately he went off the deck and down the ship until he found his original location. Noticing the bucket and the mop things began to click a bit.

'So I was presumably, or well he, was mopping the floors when I took over his body? Is that it? Also is Rak my name? Or does he have an accent of some sort?' The boy scratched his head in confusion, but rather then dwell on it too much he began to mop the floors.

Until he had a firm grasp on the situation he'd do as he was told, after all, he couldn't escape while on a ship, and if this was the One Piece world like he suspected, then he might just be safer here than outside on a random island which could face a potential pirate invasion.

A few hours later, the boy had finally mopped the ship to the best of his abilities. "Hmm, not bad, you can go get some rest now Rak. Don't slack off next time!" The stout man declared, before walking off once again.

Hearing this the boy breathed a sigh of relief, before walking away. 'Shit where are my quarters?' He thought. Sometime later he found them, it was a small room, which barely fit one bed the sign on the door read "Chore Boy Rak" so he finally had confirmation of his name.

Shutting the door, Rak laid down on his bed sighing in exhaustion. 'I guess this is my life now..... not like its much worse than it was before.' He thought as he was about to go to sleep, when suddenly a weird interface appeared in front of him.

"Heh."