Hey guys, something angsty for y'all.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the awesomeness that is One Piece.

How? How did you just die like that?

We were fighting, and we heard a huge splash. We'd never think that you, of all people, would be the one who got pushed in. I remember the scene. It was terrifying.

I was fighting some random pirate, and the splash came from my right. I spared a quick glance in that direction, but my eyes lingered, when I saw the familiar strawhat and red shirt submerge. I remember diving after you, to rescue you. Your eyes were closed and you were struggling. You looked like you were in pain, I hated that face. I reached for you, but you were too far. You were getting deeper and deeper by the second. Soon, you sank so low, the darkness began to envelope you. I swam as fast as I could, and grabbed your flailing arms as they suddenly fell limp. No. NO! I swam to the surface and to the shore, where the rest of the crew were.

I laid your body gently on the ground. We crowded around. Chopper hurried over and transformed into heavy point. He carried you back to our ship, YOUR ship, and brought you to the infirmary. We all waited outside patiently, nervously, trying to keep our hopes up. We knew you were strong, the strongest person we ever knew! But we all knew it, that small piece of doubt tugging at the back of our minds, there's always someone, or something stronger, and for you, it was the sea.

I remember when Chopper came out of the infirmary, his hat covering his eyes. And when he looked up, we all saw the tears streaming down his face. It was terrible, looking at him like that. But the more terrifying thing was when the small piece of doubt got bigger and bigger, and so big, that Nami and Robin had already broken down crying, mumbling and whispering words in denial and shock.

Chopper, shaking and trembling all over, said a quiet "He's… he's dead." And broke down again.

It took a while to process, and when it did, tears unconsciously started falling down my face. It was terrible, not a single face was dry. We made our way to the infirmary and just stayed there, staring. Your eyes were close, your mouth was set in a slight frown, and worst of all, not a single sign of life was anywhere on your body. It was terrifying. Everything. Losing the fight, losing our captain, losing YOU.

It's been half a year since you left, for a better place, no doubt, but it still hasn't set in. It still feels empty, and now, we're just sailing around aimlessly, occasionally stopping for food or booze. It isn't the same.

Why did you have to go die? You said you'd be the Pirate King, and we believed you. You never lie! You promised us all to get us to our dream, but why did you have to go?

We rarely laugh here, and there's nothing to do without you, but I guess we're slowly recovering.

All hope isn't lost, I told them.

And I meant it.

Your firstmate, the green-haired swordsman,

Roronoa Zoro.

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