3 Going Through.

Sitting on the quarterdeck of the ship, I couldn't help but think through everything.

First point; I'm no longer on Earth, and the houses, way of dressing, talking, and ideology here are different.

We can take this huge baldy for example; he has a very huge physique, one that no sportsman or gymnast has achieved.

I'm sure if he appears on Earth, he would be worshiped as the god of muscles.

Secondly; don't know the word to use, maybe reincarnation or transmigration, it's confusing.

Back on Earth, many believed that transmigration is different from reincarnation; I always believed in eternal rest, so all those were bullshit for me.

No, when I think of it; I should have done a lot of research on fantasy and mythical stuff.

Maybe look into folklore and any other thing that would have helped in this situation.

Thirdly; that old man, *haa* Thinking of him gives me headaches, I wish I could just kill him.

If he knew about this; why didn't he fucking give me a hint, I thought he was advising me on going to eternal peace.

"Hey kid, tell me something?" said the bulky man, looking at me intensively, as if wanting to see my soul.

"Where are you from?" he said, using his powerful fingers to flick my forehead.

*Twitch* this bastard; what does he see me as, some fool or imbecile, you kidnapped this body then dare ask me who I am.

Right now I could hardly control my anger, with my face becoming really hot; I didn't know if it was because I'm in another world, but I could feel the fumes coming out of my head.

Fantasy worlds are really dangerous. I can't even hide my anger again; I thought, struggling to hide my dissatisfaction.

"Hmm, not happy with my question?" he asked, looking at every inch of my hot red face.

"No need to feel hurt; I understand you lost your memory.

Don't worry, you won't be needing it anymore, the buyer would love your current state" he said; with a happy smile on his face, walking further from me.

If I could get a weapon; I would surely kill him, there is no doubt about that.

"Hey Mark, get me the papers" he yelled, finally calling out his second-in-command name.

I thought they had no names; though I've not been here for long, I could still tell that they hardly used their names, hoping to figure out the reason.

"Yes boss" yelled Mark, from the figurehead (the other end of the ship), ``don't know what he's doing that far from us.

"When are we arriving," I asked; finally gathering the courage to confirm how long I got with them.

"Hmm, happy to meet your owner?" he said, looking at me with squinted eyes; walking closer to me.

Don't know why he's acting agitated all of a sudden, I thought we were all good...

"What do you take me for, kid? Maybe it's because you lost your memories...

But remember this; we are pirates, mainly in the business of trafficking" he said, coming too close for comfort.

"Don't mistake my patience for stupidity... If not you'll regret it" he continued, using his fingers to touch my forehead.

Don't know why he got angry, he was all friendly, and happy; I guess mood swings must be a normal habit here.

"Get food for him... And how fucking long would it take to get the papers!" he yelled out, walking towards the captain's cabin.

Though I don't know much about ships, I still had a general idea; giving me insight into the separate locations.

*Creak creak* turning to the other side, I saw Mark walking toward me, with a bowl in his hand.

*Grumble.* I guess my stomach just noticed that it needed food; I thought, rubbing my tummy.

"You seem hungry," said Mark, dropping the bowls in front of me; one was filled with a soup-like substance, while the other was filled with water.

Though I don't know what kind of food this is, if I cost a lot, don't think he'll give me something bad.

Taking the soup bowl; I turned it directly in my mouth, not minding the temperature of the soup.

"You are a ghost, ain't you; taking such hot soup, without getting burnt," he said, looking at me like some museum art.

This bastard, if he knew how hungry I was, he wouldn't say such rubbish; I thought, drinking my soup.

It tastes really good; I thought, dropping the bowl, about to drink the water in it.

Wait, is this me; I thought touching my face, if Mark was still here... I'm sure he would have thrown me off the ship.

Taking a closer look; I could see my hair, there was no difference from my body on Earth, it was black only brighter than the former.

My ears looked normal, just smaller than my real body, or should I say my former body... I must say I expected a longer ear. 

The craziest part is that though I look skinny and unkept, I still looked like a superior being to humans on Earth.

Even these pirates could not compare, I was like the god of beauty.

What the hell is this; am I going to be sold to some pervert, don't know who would want a pretty boy like me, except some pervert.

*Creak* With the captain's cabin opening up, the bald guy walked out grinning wildly; guess he finally swung to the happy side.

"Why are you always down, sometimes I wonder what you are?" he said, looking at me with a scrutinizing gaze...

"Just not feeling well... Can you tell me about myself?" I asked, though I contemplated a lot within 0.00 microseconds.

"Seems you are back with your childish questions," he said, his face getting gloomy.

Guess I wouldn't get this body origin; I thought, feeling dejected.

"Sorry lad; even I don't know that," he said, looking at me.

Walking to me; he stopped at my front, sitting down with crossed legs.

"Should I tell you the truth?" he said, looking at me intensively.

Don't know why I wouldn't want that; if he tells me, I can know the origin of this body and start preparing from there.

"Yes," I said with a resolute expression.

"Kind of picked you up from the dead island," he said, rubbing his back head.

What the fuck; is this guy nuts, the dead island my foot.

Calming down; I decided to ask more about this place, maybe I can find something important.

"So what's this island about," I asked, looking at him for answers.

"Sorry kid, that's as far as I go, when you grow up you can look it up," he said standing up.

"Prepare, we'll be reaching soon," he said, walking back into his cabin.

Guess I would leave that for later; I thought looking around the magical flying ship.

The chains were still on me, I don't know where they thought I would run off to in such a place.

Having nothing to do; I decided to run some experiments. If this place has magic or superpowers, it won't hurt to try it out.

Stretching out my hands, trying to fill any strange energy in the surrounding; I couldn't feel any damn thing.

Fuck what did I do to deserve this, that baldy reflexes was abnormal; no way in hell a normal guy could do it.

Closing my eyes, I tried to connect with any mythical force, copying the acts I saw in movies and stories.

Losing track of time; I could feel an ethereal substance, using everything I got to reach it, with just a little distance between me and it.

*Bang bang* hearing a loud sound I opened up my eyes; I could see the ship descending.

Though the ship seemed to be going toward the one side, I was still stable; it seemed a force was keeping me in place.

These bastards, destroying my cultivation; if not for the fact that I don't have the power I would have ended them.

"Hey kid, prepare to see Port Deira," he said, stretching his hands out wide.

Looking in that direction I could see what seemed to be a base, with ships of different sizes packed.

It really looked beautiful, though I was in a bad predicament since I was going to be sold out; I still couldn't help but smile.

I don't care if I work here forever, as far as I can see this sight every day, I'm going to die a happy man.

Looking down I couldn't help but anticipate my stay, in this beautiful world.