Southern Blue. Verona Island.
A remote island, far away from any famous islands in the Southern Blue and any sea routes. It lives in poverty, with a population not exceeding two thousand people. They rely on the small amount of land for farming and fishing to survive.
On the edge of this island stands a fourteen-year-old boy, black-haired, with sharp features and broad shoulders, looking at the horizon, unable to comprehend what has happened to him.
Hours ago, he was on Earth, serving his prison sentence in so jail. Now, he finds himself in this pirate world, in the body of a fourteen-year-old child.
His na before the crossing was Pablo, thirty-seven years old, serving a short prison sentence for drug dealing.
He wasn't a big dealer, or even a dium one—he was the weakest link in this field. He distributed small amounts of cocaine and hallucinogenic pills on the streets. He was in great danger for little return.
He was arrested and sentenced to a year and a half, considering he had no prior record. Originally, he wasn't deeply involved in this business; rather, his country's harsh economic circumstances and his greed made him leave his job as a worker's bus driver and enter this field through one of his friends.
As for the child whose body Pablo took over, he was also an orphan like him, living in this village, depending on fishing he learned from the village n. He had been fishing since he was nine years old—five years in total.
Pablo does not feel fear from this crossing to this world. Whatever happens, it cannot be worse than prison. So, he sowhat accepted his crossing.
He looked at the newspaper in his hands, which he got from one of the village won, and saw the date: 1499.
One year before the execution of the Pirate King, Jol De Roger, and twenty-three years before the beginning of the original story.
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Pablo entered Verona Village quietly.
The alleys were narrow, and the houses were simple, built from wood and old stone. Nothing looked new or developed—just life depending on what nature offered.
People moved normally. So carried small fish baskets, others were returning from the sea in simple boats.
There was no big noise, just the sounds of ordinary daily life.
He passed by a man carrying a fishing net. The man glanced at him briefly then continued his way without much interest.
Pablo saw a group of younger children playing near the shore, running and laughing as if the world carried nothing heavy.
He stopped for a while, watching them.
This life was simple… completely different from what he knew.
Then he continued walking inside the village, his eyes capturing every detail: the people, the houses, the primitive way of living, from his perspective.
While Pablo continued walking through the village, he heard a voice calling him from afar.
"Pablo!"
He turned toward the voice and saw an elderly woman standing near one of the wooden houses, gesturing to him with her hand.
He approached her quietly.
She was carrying two empty buckets, and her features were worn out by age and labor.
She told him in a soft voice:
"Go and fill water for from the river. My back can't help today."
Pablo looked at the two buckets, then at her. He rembered that the previous body's owner, even though he lived poor, used to do these tasks sotis.
He didn't rely only on fishing; he also helped villagers with so simple chores in exchange for food or so small necessities.
Pablo nodded his head and said quietly: "Alright."
The woman gave him the two buckets with a slight smile: "You always help, unlike so young n here."
He didn't reply. He just took the buckets and started walking toward the river.
Pablo reached the river, which was located a little outside the village, relying on the previous Pablo's mory.
The water was flowing quietly between the rocks, and the sound of nature was the only thing audible there.
He bent down and started filling the buckets, one after another.
It wasn't difficult, but it took him so ti due to the weight of the water.
After he finished, he grabbed the two buckets and started returning to the village the sa way.
The road was quiet, almost no one around him.
He arrived after a few minutes to the sa place where the elderly woman was waiting for him.
The woman put her hand on her hip and said:
"You're finally back."
Pablo approached her and gave her the two buckets.
She took them from him quickly and said:
"Good… good."
Then she looked at him briefly, went inside her house, and brought him a piece of bread and so dried fish.
She handed it to him and said:
"This is for the help."
Pablo took the food quietly:
"Thank you."
She shook her head and said:
"If I need another job, I will call for you."
He didn't reply, just nodded and walked away.
While walking, he looked at the food in his hand.
Not much… but enough for his day. Considering he would not go fishing today.
He continued walking through the village quietly and began to understand sothing simple:
Any small job here… has a reward. And this is enough for him to start from.
Pablo headed toward the edges of Verona Village, where movent decreases and the place becos much quieter.
There, between four large, slightly spaced trees, was his ho.
It wasn't a real house.
Rather, a small room he built himself between the trees.
He used their strong trunks as supports and tied wooden planks he collected from the village and old remains.
The roof was simple, made of wood and thick leaves to protect him from rain, but it was well fixed.
The place is not rich, but it is better than many houses here.
Pablo entered the place quietly and closed the simple entrance behind him.
Inside, there was a small space with an area for sleeping, and so tools left by the previous body's owner for fishing.
He sat on the ground and placed the food before him.
Simple bread and dried fish.
He started eating quietly, without rushing.
He finished his food, wiped his hands, then looked around inside his small room between the trees.
The place was very quiet, no sound except the wind in the branches.
He lay down for a while, staring above at the leaves of the trees forming a natural ceiling over him.
He was satisfied with his first day in this world. He had a place to sleep and food to eat—not a bad start.
Pablo continued lying down, thinking: is his crossing to this world a good thing or a bad thing for him?
If it continues like this, he would prefer to return to Earth rather than continue living like this.
This world is ruled by power, but he is not a powerful person. To gain power here, you must train or obtain a Devil Fruit.
But both options are not available to Pablo. He cannot train as long as he cannot get any guidance or any food to strengthen his body.
As for the Devil Fruit, it is even more impossible. The cheapest fruit exceeds one hundred million Beli, and Pablo's current wealth is barely four thousand Beli.
So, he must think of a way to improve his current situation. But this is not the right ti. Pablo is still processing this strange transformation in his life.
Pablo closed his eyes.
In the end, the decision is simple. He does not want to return to Earth, nor does he want to continue like this.
This world is ruled by whoever possesses power or money, and he has neither now.
But he possesses sothing no one else in this world possesses.
He knows what will happen.
He knows who will beco the Pirate King, who will shake the world, who will die and who will survive. And he knows things that will happen.
This knowledge is not a weapon yet, but it could beco a weapon later.
Finally, he closed his eyes quietly. Tomorrow, he will see what he can do on this island.
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