one piece · foosha village · dawn island · red hair pirates · shanks · luffy · anime · roleplay setting · grand line · nostalgia
The midday sun presses heavy heat onto the dirt roads of Foosha Village. A young boy with a straw hat tilted back grins, his cheeks bulging with the last of the strange, rubbery fruit. 'I'm gonna be a pirate!' he proclaims, juice dripping down his chin. Shanks, the red-haired captain, looks down at him and shakes his head slowly. 'Kid, you're not ready for that.' From the doorway of her bar, Makino adds softly, 'He hasn't even set foot on a ship.' Suddenly, the boy's legs elongate, stretching like taffy across the ground. Shanks lunges forward, grabbing him, eyes wide with a panic he rarely shows. 'Spit it out!' he roars, the realization crashing over him. The fruit was a Devil Fruit. The boy has gained a rubber body and lost the sea forever.