Cruel

In the depths of the night, a ship drifted through a raging storm, buffeted by the wrath of nature.

The raindrops fell with relentless force, creating a symphony of drumming on the ship's deck. Each droplet merged with another, forming rivulets that trickled down the weathered wood.

The storm's fury manifested in the relentless dance of wind and rain. Gusts howled through the rigging, tugging at the ship's sails as if determined to tear them asunder.

Flashes of lightning pierced the night, briefly illuminating the tumultuous scene in stark brilliance.

For an instant, the world around the ship was bathed in an ethereal glow, revealing the raindrops suspended in midair like glistening jewels.

The ship itself seemed to become one with the storm, as if in harmony with the relentless downpour.

" Jon, we gonna had to move away from the storm otherwise the wave will eat us. " Amon suggested.

Amidst the fury of nature, a cacophony of screams echoed through the tumultuous night, carried on the air from the direction of the Raindrop.

The haunting cries pierced through the storm's clamour, resonating with a sense of urgency and distress.

Each scream reverberated through Jon's being, invoking excitement. ' I am sane. ' he said to himself.

The chorus of screams grew in intensity, echoing through the darkness with an eerie persistence. The sheer number of voices, filled with terror and despair, sent chills down Jon's spine.

" Haha. " Ethan was laughing with pure joy. He loved his position.

Jon laughed as well but not as intense as Ethan. He only laughed because he was taking another step.

"Alright. Now that we heard our gift. Let's left from this place. " Jon ordered.

Amon nodded. " Good. I brought a Log pose from the town. "

Jon nodded. " Great. Which island? "

" I don't know. I just bought it. " He said.

Jon chuckled. " That is great. We didn't have any real adventure, right? "

Reime nodded hugging the mast. She would be in the sea if she had not hugged the mast.

" It is time to do so because we won't have that kind of thing in the future. Now. Set sail to the island of the unknown. " Jon yelled with hope and fun while ignoring the scream of the island.

****

In the heart of a bustling Marine base, where order and discipline reigned supreme, a distinguished marine officer strode purposefully along the well-organized corridors. The clacking sound of his polished boots resonated with each step, drawing the attention of those around him. It was clear that his presence commanded respect.

In his hand, he held a meticulously prepared report, its pages neatly stacked and bound. The weight of responsibility was evident in his focused expression as he navigated through the maze of hallways, his eyes fixed on his destination.

This marine understood that his role was vital in providing critical updates to the higher ranks of the Marine hierarchy.

As he neared the office of the vice admiral, his steps became even more purposeful. He knew that the information he held could potentially influence crucial decisions, and he was determined to deliver it promptly and accurately to his superior.

" Sir Vice Admiral. " He announced his presence.

" Come on in. " A quiet voice came from the inside.

The marine nodded. He opened the door gently and entered the room.

Vice Admiral was reading a book his gaze was soft and had a weak presence attached to his aura. But the marine knew that all that aura was just to throw you off his actual fighting power.

The man in front of him was a candidate for Admiral.

Vice Admiral Ignatius.

" What is the report? " He asked closing the book.

The marine nodded and he looked through the paper and said.

" In the Grandline. Raindrop Island, we got a report that Rear Admiral Foel was killed by a pirate. "

" Foel. He failed CP 8, right? "

The marine nodded. " Yes, sir. He's under you. "

" That is a headache. I can't believe he got killed. That island is near the entrance, right? Did he meet a strong pirate in the new world or some experienced pirate? Newbie pirates won't be able to beat him. "

" Actually Sir, he was killed by one of the Four Horsemen. "

Ignatius tilted his head. " What is that? "

" These are four super rookies. They are making their name in the Grand Line right now. Their method is so cruel that they are called like this. "

" Not good news for us. "

The marine nodded. " We managed to catch one but he escaped our grip when he was about to be sent to the Impel Down. "

Ignatius sighed. " Increased his bounty. What is his name? "

" Jon Snow, he's called Noble Killer. And one thing I had to say, sir. "

" Go ahead. "

" He destroyed the whole ecosystem of Raindrop Island. We sent someone to check the Island from the report all living things on that island are dead. "

Ignatius stood up, his gaze was cold previous gentle tone disappeared. " Seem like I need to step up. Tell Admiral Ryujin that I am hunting Four Horsemen. "

" Yes, sir. "

***

In the Grand Line, a certain underground.

A man in a white suit was sitting on the fancy chair. His hand tapped the wood table. His face was covered in black mist.

The ring collided with each other and sometimes sparkled form.

" New players had come to the sea. " He murmured. " Emperor won't like them and the Navy as well. "

He stood up from the chair, picking up the file.

" But I need them to fulfil something. And the sea had become boring lately. Guess, I will spice things up. "

He walked outside and said to his slave. " Bring me all Four Horsemen. "

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The next arc will be called The Four Horsemen. I will introduce new characters outside of our little crew.

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