Welcome.

I've heard many things about how it feels to die, some say time stands still, or that your life flashes before your eyes. But for me, I just felt pain ripping through my body, an intense unending pain!

There was no time for reminiscing, and I certainly didn't want time to stand still! I just wanted the pain to end!

Thats how death was for me, all I can say is...always look left and right before crossing the road.

The next time I opened my eyes I was staring into the wrinkled face of a old lady, who looked half a foot in the grave.

"Oh he is just adorable, look, he's looking at me!" Said the Prune, practically bouncing off the walls with how enthusiastic she was.

"Yes, that's what babies do, mother" Said another voice, cuckling, I couldn't quite turn my head enough to find where it came from...wait Babies!? Is she talking about me? I'm a baby, oh hell no!!

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So after plenty of pooey nappies and more milk than I could ever want, I can gladly say being a baby sucks, literally.

I can't do anything for myself, and I certainly won't be eating a steak anytime soon!

And don't get me stared on the old prune, she's constantly around, making weird 'goo goo' sounds as though I am suppose to understand her!

Its not all bad, from what I can establish, the prune seems to be my grandmother, and the voice I heard before was my mothers, she's nice enough, very pretty with light blue hair and a constant smile on her face, I'm hoping I've inherited some her looks. unfortunately I haven't seen what I look like yet, its incredibly hard for a baby to get hold of a mirror you know.

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I would like to say time flew by, but I can't, if anything it seemed to slow down. Learning to crawl and walk again was surprisingly hard, and the less said about potty training the better.

I'm now five years old, and my name is Gustavo Frigg, though everyone just calls me Gus, my hair is a darker blue than my mothers, and my face seems to have permanent dark bags under my eyes, so much for getting my mothers looks, if anything I look more like my gran!

"Gussy, dinner time" speak of the devil.

Walking into the kitchen, my mum moving about setting the table while my gran dishes up dinner, I can't help but wonder how I got here, one minute I'm a 38 year old man, the next I'm a 5 year old, in a world I thought to be fiction. Oh yeah, I figured out where I am, it wasn't hard when you live on an island with a marine base and everyone is constantly talking about pirates, I'm in the world of One Piece!

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So I have spent the last couple of years trying to form a plan of action, what will I do from here? Well after a lot of planning I have decided I will join the marines, not for any self righteous reason as saving people, I'm not that nice, its just the only way I can think of to truly become stronger, after I am strong enough I will leave and form my own pirate crew, explore the vast world of one piece, but first, I need to be able to sail, fight and I need as much information as I can get, where better than the marines?

So I started to train, nothing major like trying to figure out haki, I just started to increase my fitness, I started to run every morning, and when out playing with the other kids, I would quietly slip away to try improving my strength by lifting anything heavy I could find, like rocks. Exercising at home was pretty much impossible, since I was never alone, but I was definitely getting stronger, I was the strongest out of all the kids at least, it was only a matter of time before I was beating Newgate in an armwrestle!!

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I was now 13, I had continued exercising everyday, and I was now beating most adults on the island in armwrestles, all but big Bertha, she was the local butcher, built like a brick house, well over 6 foot tall and arms bigger than my head, she was the only one i couldn't beat, gran said she used to be a high ranking marine, I didn't doute it for a second.

My exercising had definitely paid off tho, I was the second strongest on the island and more than ready to join the marines, problem was my age, you had to be at least 15 to join, and my mum was completely against it.

But I really wanted to get off this island, I loved my mum and gran, but this island was so small and boring, I wanted to explore the world, and to do that I needed to leave!!