The Adventure of the Man of D.

Epilogue: All Together Now...

The log of the pirate ship, the Thousand Sunny. Written by Nico Robin, archaeologist. 1524 AOS.

"He got lost?" Nami screamed at the yawning swordsman who had been recovered. Despite the demonic state Zoro was found in, our navigator has had no problem with scolding him until he gave up and began to tune her out of his mind in exasperation.

Mr Holmes and Doctor Watson were none the worse for wear at meeting Zoro, and the captain was positively delighted, immediately declaring to set sail into this foreign world. Whether or not it was due to the utterly strange threat we posed with our powers upon this colonial time, or whether or not our very existence would challenge logicians all over, Mr Holmes was immediately spurred into the action of tracing our exact route into London. Perhaps it was to save the rest of the city from the captain and us.

"We can't just pack them off into a strange world without preparation, Holmes." the erstwhile doctor reproached his friend.

"If it would get them out of England, I would gladly do it," Mr Holmes retorted, but acquiesced anyway.

"Either way, this crew must get back to this place called the Grand Line," Mr Holmes began. "If it would behove you to describe the circumstances in which you arrived into our world, Mr Luffy."

"What's that?" Luffy was picking his nose openly.

Mr Holmes twitched. I had noticed that these twitches have been increasing in their frequency directly proportional to how long the time spent with our captain. "What you saw when you came here."

"Oh, there was a storm, and then... then there was ferret-face," Luffy frowned.

"Was there anything else in between the storm and Lestrade?" Holmes questioned. "We know that you were arrested by Constable Ross and held in the Tower Hill cells before transference to Bow Street."

"If you know already why ask me? Between the storm..." Luffy considered. "Ferret-face was ordering something called a pasty."

Mr Holmes took a deep breath, before turning to our navigator and myself. "Miss Nami?"

"After the storm... we found ourselves up-river," Nami pointed to the mouth of the river, called Thames if my memory served me correctly. "Well, the Sunny landed up-river, and then I fell off. Sanji Kun was shouting, and the next thing I know I was in somewhere called Tower Hill."

"Perhaps we can surmise that the... gateway, for lack of a better word, would be around the mouth of the Thames," Holmes considered. "It would have been actively due to the energy provided by the electrical particles provided by lightning, I suppose, and somehow your ship entered this gateway- Please stop that!"

The playing of Mr Brook was exceptional, as Mr Holmes had remarked more than once in an extremely awkward manner, but I suppose that when one is speaking one does not want the interruption of Brook's violin.

"Yohohoho, we are in a strange world~!" Brook sang softly to himself. "My, Laboon, you'd be surprised to see this city!"

The reference to his whale of a comrade notwithstanding, rather typical of our musician.

"So, we have to wait till the next storm?" Nami was already studying the skies.

"From the scale of the storm described to me by your shipwright, I would suppose that one rather larger than native to the British Isles are required," Mr Holmes argued. "For one thing, the electrical charge who have to be fairly condensed in a Faraday construct-"

"Oi, Luffy, get out of the provisions!" Mr Cook was lashing a foot out at the captain.

"So, how long we get? I wanna explore the city!" Luffy began.

Mr Holmes carried an expression fit for one from this place called Bedlam as he answered. "Miss Nami, when will the next lightning storm be? I fear that my sanity would not take further exposure to you captain."

Nami carried a happy smile as she answered. "Tonight."

From the Notes of Doctor John H. Watson

"Is this all really necessary?" I asked Holmes as we hauled the next coil of copper wire in.

On the very last night that I would see the Straw Hat Pirates, we were aboard a carriage on the Underground, the rest of the passengers having excused themselves upon contact with half the motley crew, the other half having taken the duty to steer the Sunny to the river mouth.

"Yes," Holmes answered after a moment. "I have no wish to risk my sanity by exposure to Mr Monkey any longer, and neither do you, I imagine. Let them go on with their voyage, and hopefully find this treasure called One Piece."

A train whistle alerted us that there was a carriage blocking our way.

"What?" Luffy began to whine as he poked his head out to check the source of the commotion.

"We're not going to make it," Nami held up her watch. "The strongest point of the storm is approaching."

"Let me," Mr Roronoa stood up, one hand on his swords as he strolled through the carriage doors.

A few moments later, the sound of sliding steel and train whistles, shrill and loud, heralded a bored swordsman's return. "We're clear."

As the train chugged forward, albeit very reluctantly, I could see the remnants of two sliced carriages surrounded by a crowd of stupefied passengers on the platform, and so did Holmes see this spectacle.

"The sooner the better," He declared.

"I agree," were my words, the memory of the train engine in my head along with countless other scenarios playing out as to the repercussions of allowing the Straw Hat Pirates free reign in our world. There was no logic to handling them, because they were all insane and human and free, and the laws of any nation could be stuffed somewhere to them. Such wild cards left to roam the high seas of our world, where none would be their equal...

...it does not bear thinking about. Better yet, I cannot conceive it.

Finally, we reached the place, and Luffy and Zoro set to work lifting the copper coils that required two men to safely carry and then the copper coils, with the help of some nearby associates of Holmes's, set around the mouth of the Thames in some odd arch near the mouth. The Thousand Sunny, majestic and somewhat juvenile, sailed down, and the words of the cook could be heard singing Miss Nami's praises and laughter and the inexplicably cheerful song all of them were singing.

"Yohohoho, yohohoho..."

Overhead, the storm raged and lightning struck trees and the arch and in the cold, wet rain of the London summer night, I caught the glimpse of a grin under a straw hat wet with the rain.

"See ya!" was the laughing bellow alongside that of the swordsman and navigator as a rubber man slung them all onboard, without us.

"They're not going to make it!" Holmes realised as the Sunny swerved, almost in a collision course for another cruiser. "They're not going to make it!"

"Get off!" the silhouettes of three men were clear as the cruiser's remnants scattered over the Thames and laughter like that of some capricious spirit echoed as a single bolt struck-

-so that was the last I ever saw of the Sunny ever again.

Miss Nico had stated that there was no understanding of the captain, and by extension the crew, the ship, everything. Perhaps there was the truth there. Either way, it was truly an adventure that I treasured, much as Holmes would forget or try to forget about it. It was as much about snappy navigators, indecent shipwright and laughing rubber captains and talking reindeer and strange powers and stranger attitudes to life. It was an adventure, to speak about in halcyon days. It is over, but it existed. That I knew, and that I continue to know.

Conclusione della storia.

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