Hello! This is my first time even truly writing a fanfic before. So I don't know if it's gonna be bad or good or "meh." It's nerve-wracking for me, but you don't know if it would go right. It might be just fine. But I'll appreciate any criticism, good or bad or just mean. I need to know how to improve upon the story to make it more enjoyable for you!

Statistically speaking, this would be impossible for me be in a such … an unfortunate situation to happen, especially on the first day away from my home. But I guess that everything can happen on the open sea.

After a whirlpool ducked us in, I was knocked unconscious by just the bare force of the water. It tore our ship apart, and all the resources, supplies, and my notes about the Grand Line are destroyed as well.

To be honest, I blame myself for letting this happen. I simply went for a small nap and let my certain idiot of a captain take the responsibility of manning the ship. I mean, what have I been thinking? This moron can't even solve a simple algebraic expression, much less the complexity of a simple, out-dated fishing boat! But yet, I let him man it.

The first thing that I woke up to the vast ocean knowing it as the East Blue. I sluggishly hung off on a piece of the destroyed ship as my legs, completely submerged into the water, felt weightless against the currents. The gentle wind blew against my face as I taste a bitter salty aftertaste. I probably will be vomiting and dehydrated as a results of unintentionally ingesting seawater, but that soon will be not my main concerns at the very moment.

As I regained my senses, my head sprung up in shock, just realizing how dire my situation is. My eyes, widen with the shock, rapidly search for any signs of human activities. Any at all I mean! Marines, pirates, even old sailors who were just fishing, I'll take any help I can get!

There isn't.

My mouth opened but quickly shut it. There's no use in wasting my energy for screaming for help. If any survival situation like this, I need to remain calm and collected. I breathed and think my odds of surviving this horrendous experience. With numbers and the remembrances of stories of shipwrecked men surviving and other deciding factors, I calculated that my odds of surviving being shipwrecked myself is . . . 0.000935 percent . . .

I'm so dead.

I didn't even make it over to the Grand Line yet, but I'm gonna die as a no-named pirate! Oh why me? I didn't even get into epic fights. I didn't get a bounty. I didn't wrote that book about devil fruits and how did it affect the human body! I didn't even truly prove myself to them yet! I'm just gonna die today!

No, I remind myself. Remain calm. Panicking will also waste energy.

I know what I just do. With my arms resting of the wood, I pointed one wet finger up and felt the cool wind blowing southeast of my location. I'm not a navigator, but luckily, I do know the basics. Great, I thought, if I can swim towards the north of this location, I probably can go back to Foosha in, like what? Two - three days? I sharply gasped at that thought. Oh God, will I be alive then? I just ingested seawater, so I'll be sick in a few hours or even minutes. Dehydration will set in quickly too. I'll die in a day or two. Then a sudden realization came upon me. Oh God, Captain! Is he dead?! After that whirlpool, he had got sucked in too! Oh. God. He's dead! He's at the bottom of the ocean by now! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! What will Mom gonna take it?! How will Marino gonna take it?! Oh God! How will Gramps gonna take it?! Oh -

Then all the suddenly, the water shook more violently than before. I look around for the source of the shaking and founded it. From the angle which l was viewing, I recognized a modern fishing boat. Thank Goodness! I'm saved! I raised my arm and wave it at the incoming boat as I screamed for the sailors' attention. As the boat comes closer, I noticed outfits of the two people in the boat. It looks like one of them is wearing some poor excuse of a marine uniform and other one is wearing . . . A red vest . . .

No way.

There's no way that he could survive that whirlpool.

As they come in closer, I recognized something that only one person I know wear. A straw hat.

My God, he is alive, that crazy git!

As the boat move towards my direction, I saw that grinning face again. The same exact wide grin that I took comfort in knowing that he is safe, but how did he survived? Oh nevermind! Before I could calculate the logistics about his survival, Captain already put back his fist and stretch it far out towards me, grabbing the back of my shirt, and then reeled me in.

Gooooooood, I guess if this is the actual way pirates works, I think I would never get use this age of piracy. Oh well, it's too late to go back.

It been few hours after the fight with Alvida and Monkey D. Luffy was absolutely, undeniably bored. And kinda hungry. But mostly bored.

Even though he has Coby on board on finding Zoro, that kid was just a cowardly mess who still on edge on simply for, well, everything. And now he is, bored. And Coby doesn't provide any entertainment for him. Coby, mindlessly looking out at sea, then suddenly gasped as he leans back and fell on the wooden floorboards with a loud thud. Laying on the same floor, Luffy pushed himself up and looked at Coby, who was scrambling to see whatever was at sea.

"L-Luffy!" Coby called out.

"Hey," Luffy said, "what are you -"

A familiar screech reached to his ears as Luffy spun to the source. Without hesitation, he pushed Coby out of the way and looked out at sea. A grin graced his lips as hsee put back a fist.

"Gum-Gum," he stretched his arm out towards the screeching, HOOK!"

Coby recovered from the push to only witnessed his freakish power once again. He rushed up to his side as Luffy already took of the shipwrecked passenger and reeling him in with great speed.

Before Coby replied, a boy, roughly the size of a skinny 10-year-old, was in front of the grinning rubber man, who hold him by the back of his shirt. He has a deep frown and crossed arms that show his obvious annoyance again the straw hat. The boy was, obviously, soaked down to the bone. The water dripped from his curly brown hair as his clothes, being just brown shorts, a white short-sleeved dress shirt, a pair of black suspenders, and a small red fanny pack left to his side, was drenched too.

The boy raised his hands and quickly do some gestures that Coby was not familiar with, but somehow, Luffy understood it perfectly.

"Okay," Luffy said as he dropped the boy on the floor, next to Coby, and onto his face. The boy flipped himself over and glared at the straw hat. Finally, out of his shocked state, Coby gained the will to speak.

"Who is this guy?!" Coby said, pointing at the boy next to him. The boy's head spun to Coby as his glare stunned Coby in fear. For a boy only three younger than him, he has some of the most intense glares that Coby had ever seen. It look like if they belongs to some sort of a predator hunting for prey. His light brown eyes are sharpen from the their edges and has some of the darkest circles under his eyes one can ever see, which entirely contrasts his milky smooth skin. But the strange thing is there's an air of mystery to him that Coby can't describe. Who is this guy? Why is he shipwrecked? Why he glaring at Luffy like he hates him? What is going on?

Not even daring let up his glare on Coby, the boy slowly turned to face Luffy as he do the same hand gestures as before. Luffy perked up as his hands automatically did the gestures as he speaks.

"Well, he's Coby," he said. "I kinda founded him on another ship as I woke up. But he's a coward so he is easy to deal with."

The boy gestured again.

"I just stuffed myself into that barrel we had. Ya know, the one filled with apples."

The boy gestured again with a grunt.

"Well, even if you were shipwrecked, you're okay, ri - OW!"

Before Luffy could finished, the boy pulled out a small hammer from his fanny pack and jumped and wracked on top of the rubber man's head. As Luffy rubbed his sore head, the boy crossed his arms with his hammer in still his hand.

"Why did you did that?" he whined.

The boy didn't respond but instead, hit him with his hammer again before sitting next to Coby again.

Coby can't believe this. This boy just came in here and already beaten up the strongest person that he'd ever seen. Is he gonna go the same thing to him too? Who is he? Who is he?

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Coby suddenly screamed into the boy's ear. For anybody within that range, they would be annoyed or even possibly anger by the yelp.

However the boy seems to be unfazed by it by the volume, but he still noticed.

The boy just spun his head towards Coby with the same, terrible glare as before at full blast. At the moment, Coby thought that he will die at that spot. The boy's eyes wondered over Coby like a examiner over a dead body. Coby flinched as the boy threw out his hand to him. After a few seconds of waiting, Coby realized that he's still alive as the boy's hand was out for a shake. Coby hesitated for a few seconds before grasping the boy's hand and shaking. Coby laughed nervously, not sure how to respond to this.

However, the boy didn't laugh.

In fact, he never smiles. He has the same frown the whole time that he had been here.

Finally, Luffy recovered from his head injury and sit up as he see the two getting along just fine. Just fine. It's not like Coby is really that tense. But he remembered that he got hit for no reason.

"Hey!" he shouted, rubbing the bump his head. "Why did you do that, Ollie?"

The boy, now named "Ollie", seems confused but still gestured to him again, but Luffy wasn't satisfied as he raised up his own hands and gestured back to him. Ollie gestured again with an annoyed expression. And then Luffy gestured back. And then Ollie gestured again. And then -

Okay, Coby couldn't take this anymore.

"LUFFY!" he called while finally standing back up with his fists clenched in front. "WHO IS THIS KID?! WHERE DID HE COME FROM?! AND WHY IS HE DOING WITH HIS HANDS?!"

"Oh him?" Luffy casually pointed at Ollie. "Remember that other crew that I have? That's him. He's Ollie and he's deaf."

How is it? Good, bad, or terrible? How do you like Ollie so far?