A/N: $#****+, Screw, back at it again with the Jaune-centric fi- good lord, why did I do that?

Well, yeah, here's the first chapter of Jaune Arc: Monster Hun... err, Summoner! Think of this as a prologue of sorts, a prologue that probably will reach the double digits in terms of chapters. Yeah.

So, a shout out to the fics that helped influence this one: The Yellow Death, An Arc's Best Friend, Of Another D'Arc, and Residuum. Before we start this off, because ElusiveEcho already did it with An Arc's Best Friend, no charge blade for Jaune. Just so you know.

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In the middle of a stormy ocean sat a boat, a fishing vessel. It was not too small, nor was it too big, being able to comfortably hold 20 people, 40 if everyone cramped together. It had a red body, with several streaks of white on the hull and one long streak on the underside of the boat. On the back of the ship, there was an image of a white flower. On the sides of the hull, just near the front, the name of the boat was printed: the White Rose. On the actual ship itself, there were only seven people alongside many amounts of survival gear. There were collapsible tents, canteens, compasses, and other such needed materials.

Five of the seven people on-board were easily identifiable as sailors, although the maritime clothing had red were the stereotypical blue was. The other two people, however, looked to be very out of place. One of them had silver hair, neatly combed upon his head, along with a well-groomed mustache. He was rather… portly in appearance, with thick limbs and large hands. Upon his back rested a unique weapon, a blunderbuss with an axe-head at the stock. His companion had wildly flowing emerald hair, and thick-rimmed glasses covering his eyes. He was tall, and a tad bit lanky. In his hands was a green thermos. Both the tall man and the portly man were wearing pith helmets, the green-haired man also wearing s long brown coat with a khaki safari shirt, whereas his partner was wearing gold an burgundy suit and olive cavalry boots.

The volatile waves around them rocked and shook the boat, disorienting some of the sailors, but not the other two men. At the helm of the ship, a red-haired seaman with three scars on his eye was wrestling for control of the White Rose.

"Don't worry, lads! The proud crew of the White Rose can rough any kind of storm! We'll get you to that island!" The crewmen all (attempted) to raise their fists in the air, and rang out with a hearty "AYE!" The portly man shouted, to be heard over the storm.

"Huzzah! Thank you, captain. Don't worry; the staff at Beacon will compensate you well in case anything goes wrong on our voyage! Isn't that right, Barty?" He gestured over to his companion.

"That's correct, Peter! After all, who knows what could happen in an unknown and locale?" One of the crew, a young man with some stitches under his eye and a straw-hat instead of the usual sailor's cap, gave Barty a questioning look.

"Unknown? In this day and age, shouldn't we know about this island through satellite or something?"

"Normally, that would be true, but this is a chain of small islands with a constantly fluctuating electromagnetic field that negatively impacts any satellite feed that only just recently reformatted itself in a way where we could get images of this unique archipelago and all its odd islands ranging from one eternally in winter to an island composed entirely of desert!" He was still confused.

"Ah, forgive the lad, Doctor, he's not the brightest lighthouse! Luffy, just think of it as a magic island!"

"A magic island?! That's so COOOL!"

Any further conversation was cut short as the ship sharply lurched to the side. One of the crewmembers made a smart observation.

"THAT didn't feel like a wave!" As he scanned the surrounding seas, he noticed an anomaly: a row of dorsal spikes, jutting out of the waters ahead of them.

"We're not alone, something's in the water with us!" As he said this, a more spikes kept on appearing, and a body started to rise out of the sea. The body was long and serpentine, with a blue shell lined with spines. The head and neck were poking out of the water, showing a menacing face, reminiscent of the dragon artwork from Eastern Mistral. Some of the crew panicked, one of them jumping into a barrel to hide. Barty, Peter, and the red-haired seaman were holding their ground, glaring at the leviathan in front of them. Peter took his weapon from his back; Barty's thermos transformed into some sort of torch, complete with a flame on top.

"Hang on!" Helm in hand, the helmsman, and presumable captain, quickly turned hard to starboard. And not a moment too late, too, as the blue sea-drake lurched forward, almost hitting the port side of the boat. Taking aim, Peter shot out with his blunderbuss, the rounds being caught alight by Barty's torch. They missed their mark, however, as the creature dove back under the sea. As the two men were on watch for the leviathan, the area underneath the White Rose started to glow blue.

"What's this?" Arcs of electricity then surrounded the waters, actually managing to boil the waters! The two men were slightly alarmed, but not the captain.

"Worry not! The White Rose has sailed through the dangerous Xiao-Long pass before! This heat is nothing for us!"

The beast violently rose up from the other side, hitting the boat and giving the hull a few scratches.

"Arrgh!"

"Now Peter!" Taking their moment to counter, the two once again shot at the leviathan. This time, they managed to scratch several of the dorsal spikes, the heat almost unbearable. The leviathan howled in pain, forcing the men to cover their ears. Afterwards, its back and eyes started to glow bright blue, and electricity was sparkling around its mouth. The sailor who jumped into the barrel was panicking, eyes and tongue bulging out.

"AAAAAHHHHH! WERE GOING TO FRYYYYY!"

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But, it made a mistake: It took time to charge up. Had it fired a plethora of small bolts, the leviathan probably wouldn't have been shot dead center in the chest by a round of flaming shots. The blasts knocked it back, forcing it back into the water. However, it wouldn't give up the fight. Its tail slammed into where Peter was standing, rocking the boat even more, and managing to make an indent in the boat.

"The beastie's going to wreck this ship! I'm not sure how many hits we can take, but it won't be much!"

Once again, the tail came up, hoping to slam into one of the crew. With speed that was not normally found by one of his stature, Peter rushed over and, using the axe on his gun, cut off the tail. Once again, the leviathan howled in pain. In all of its years on the seas, never had it pained so much! Deciding that antagonizing the humans on the boat was not a good idea, it slinked off, further inside the stormy deep.

As the two men on board saw it flee, they signaled out that the coast was clear. The man who jumped into the barrel slowly came out, knees still shaking. As he was, he couldn't help but notice a massive black shadow along the horizon. Taking out a pair of binoculars, his eyes widened again. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted out.

"LAND HO!"

Seven years.

Seven years since that fateful day.

He always kept track of that: after all, it was the most impactful day of his life. Seven years ago, when he was somehow teleported over to this island.

Those seven years were long, gruesome, and lonely. For only one of those seven years did he have any human company.

Well, he wasn't completely alone; he had the massive creatures that lived on this island as company. Occasionally, he would have them for dinner, but that was a risky affair.

Surviving on that island is no easy ordeal, considering all the power these beasts have. Had it not been for that one year not spent alone, he probably would've died. Sure, he may have been able to survive with his prior knowledge of fishing, but his lack of fighting ability and the massive tenacity the denizens of this island possess would no doubt have caused his downfall.

Still, he misses the man who accompanied him for that year. His friend, his mentor. This island was wild, untamed, and he still desperately wishes for positive social interaction.

Seven years of survival, six years of complete isolation.

As he sighted the odd red… thing that drove off the Lagiacrus and was heading towards this island, with the other humans onboard… he knew that those seven years were ending tonight.

A/N: Don't mind the little thing at the first A/N, that was because this is based off a game. Expect it again for Legacy Fist (title pending).

So, a short chapter. This will how it will be until the prologue ends, 2,000 or less words per chapter. Yeah.

So, readers, please review or PM me, especially considering anything that could be improved. Except for what was discussed in the lines above. Keeping those like that.

See ya later!