(AN: I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !

It's been what 3 years since my last real update? Sorry guys and gals, but between my near infinite library of new ideas and all the nonsense I've had to go through, MY stories didn't seem all that important. But like any dastardly conniving evil villain I have RETURNED! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now I know I still haven't updated my other two stories, and that's because… I've run out of Ideas for THEM! I'll repeat my self once more. I have lost my interest in those two beginning pieces of my career on this site. Sad? Yea I know. I started 3 stories put two on hiatus while deleting the first one after giving it to someone else. I need real help. But never FEAR! I haven't dropped the ball yet. It just wasn't in my court for a long while.

But enough about me, on to the fic!)

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Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, that belongs to Eiichiro Oda

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. The atmosphere as calm as the sea it was settled in. The "East Blue" as it was known around the world, the weakest of the four blues. Was filled with smiling and completely oblivious people to the horrors of the world beyond its horizon. Nothing could disturb the peace that long laid claim to this section of the world. Then almost unnoticeably, the wind changed direction as a ship entered the Harbor of one of the most peaceful islands in the sea, Dawn Island of the Kingdom of Goa.

The ship itself was not all that interesting. It was a Galleon with three main sails and a rear one for steering. These attributes aren't what drew attention, oh no. It was the fact that the wood of the ship was pitch black and the figurehead was, an open mouth dragon head with the eyes a menacing crimson. The rudder matching the figurehead was a serpentine tail. All in all, it was very terrifying with a crew to match.

As the ship docked at the port, a very tall man wearing a green cloak with a hood stepped of the ship, seemingly causing the wind to pick up as in celebration to his very presence. As he made his way out of the harbor and into the island, he grinned. It was the type of grin you would see on a father

'Seven years. Seven long years, of trying to find a way to set these people free, of their ignorance.' Releasing a sigh the cloaked man continued on his path from the harbor, into the Fuusha village. 'I wonder how he's grown, and what damage my dear old man's done to him?' He shook his head as images of an old man tossing a little boy off a cliff into a jungle filled with dangerous animals came to mind. He shook his head wanting to clear the depressing yet frightful images that would clearly dampen his mood. Because that wasn't what he was here for. 'Oh no, not at all.' He thought as his grin returned while listening to the sounds of music and laughter coming from a bar down the road.

His grin widened when he heard the sound of a boy joining in and making the party even more lively than it already was.

The wind started to die down as he made his way to the bar almost as in anticipation. When he made his way to the door and the wind quieted to a gentle breeze, not wanting to get between this man and the future. As he brushed the door open he thought 'Show me your spirit. My son.'

(AN: I know not much to go on, but since I'm just getting back into the spirit of things I'm sure I deserve an ass kicking followed by a break then an even bigger ass kicking. I wanted to post this to see if I actually have any talent with this stuff anymore. Also I wanted to see if you guys canfigure out what I'm up too. I know it'd be simpler to tell you... but where's the fun in that?;) Becides, I wouldn't be who I am if I didn't keep you guessing.)

Read and review and all that jazz you people should know the drill by now. PEACE!