Cocaine..

You’re welcome.

Obama!! Merca!

Shut the fuck up. This isn’t true. So that bastard took me to the vet on purpose?

Vinnie was a simple man. With simple dreams. What made him stood out was his determination. I saw it in his eyes. He was a friend worth having. We drifted on the raft for weeks. Him telling me stories of his interesting life back in Vietnam. I tell him stories of my life back in Thailand. It was weird. I felt like I was talking to my dad again. The bond felt so familiar. Food was scarce and water was even more rare. Its so ironic. Dying of thirst while drifting in an endless ocean of water. It was a view of heaven from a seat in hell.

The other rafters got uneasy. Wanting to eat me and Vinnie would fend them off. Apparently where they come from, eating dog was a normal thing. Sick.. We would take turns sleeping to increase our chance of survival. But this is a task not easily achieved.

It was another long night. Tension filled the air of the raft just as well as the stench of the decaying flesh on it. It was my turn to stand guard as Vinnie slept. I feel weary. The gently swaying of raft lulled me to a deep state of rest. The sound of the waves brushing against the wood of the ship relaxes me. Each wave sounding like an echo of the last. The melody overpowered my vigilance. Before I realized it, I was out.

*Thud* The excruciating pain awoke me from my slumber! I open my eyes and saw a passanger holding a blunt stick that had just made contact with my skull. He raises his arms in preperation for a second attack. My arms were held back by his accomplances. Out of instinct I tornado kicked both of my restrainer’s necks. *CRAC K* CRACK* Broke both necks and they were killed instantaneously. I tripped the man with the stick and tiger palmed his heart out of his chest. The battle lasted 5 seconds and the other passangers including Vinnie looked at me shocked. Another man lunged for me and Vinnie tackled him to the floor. I screamed “HALT!!!!!!”

All eyes on me. I had no solution but I knew it was time for an answer. In my periphreals I can see it. The blood from the heart had drawn a shark. To many people this was a sure sign of their fate but to the desperate and determined, this is a small sign of hope. The desperate seeks refuge in danger.

I told everyone on the ship to keep calm. I dove into the water. It may sound like a foolish move but the shark will suspect what I have planned less if we are in his own element. The beast darted right at me, wasting no precious time. I knew what I must do, the timing has to be perfect. As the shark opened its mouth to bite me, for a split second he is blind. A split second was just enough time. I landed a gorilla punch right on nose instantly immobilizing the animal. I passed out from my head wound.

I woke up, Vinnie is over me. “You did it! You killed the shark and everyone on the raft can eat now! You’re a hero. Now rest up. Your head wound is still very bad. I don’t think your forehead will ever return to its normal size” I dozed off.

I have no idea how long I’ve been laying unconscious. The pain from all over my body seem to be transforming to numbness. My body has been pushed to its limit and is starting to give up on me. Slowly, a serene feeling starts to take over my corpse. It starts at my fingertips and toes. Slowly it creeps towards my torso. I can feel every bone, every hair, every cell being depleted of life. Is this what death feels like? If so, I am very lucky to go so peacefully. But I can’t. I’m not supposed to be mortal. I must live. I fight for consciousness but the battle seemed worthless. I mustered up all my strength to open my mouth. Perhaps to whisper my last words. My only hope now is it doesn’t go unheard.

But out of nowhere. As if answering my prayers. A drop of the sweetest nectar landed in my mouth. It plopped on the tip of my toungue and danced its way down towards my throat. Slowly and gradually I feel the numbness fading away as more and more drops landed on my body. I opened my eyes. It was raining. I’ve never been more thrilled to see cloudy weather. Then I saw her. An unfamiliar face never brought so much comfort to me before. She was draped in a robe. Holding a book I can only assumed was filled with all the world’s knowledge. Her right hand held up a torch illuminating the cloudy sky. Another passanger on the ship said with a relieved voice “Lady Liberty”. It was Vinnie. “We’ve made it to America pal.”

Ricky released Theodore, Oliver, and NoName yesterday in thelake. He didn’t let me come with because he knew I wouldn’t be able to take it. At least I still have cannon and patches

Stoned

Drunk

The ship drifted slowly towards me and I did what my instinct told me to do. I pretended to be dead, drifting with the current. The pirates soon spotted me out and scooped my corpse out of the water in hopes I have gold on me. As soon as my body was laid on the deck I sprung into action! Stealing a sword from one of the men I held the blade up to his neck and threatened the rest of the crew to not come any closer. They cursed me but were hesitant to test my words. Then it grew silent. *thud* The sound caused the commotion of the ship to fall deathly quiet. *thud* The men seemed to have heard this sound many times before, yet their expression seems to still feel uneasy with it. *thud* The crowd split in two as a figure approaches from behind them towards me. *thud* It was the captain. A mean pirate. I mean, really mean. He had a hook for a hand, a massive beard, and a peg made out of a bone I believe. I can only imagine the unfortunate soul that used to belong to the bone he now uses as a crutch for his missing leg. *thud*

“Who dares enter my vessel, and threaten my men?” He spoke.

“It is I. Ace.”

“Arrgggg” His roar still sends chills down my spine to this very day.

“I must admit, I’m impressed. Not many mortals have the balls to board this ship and bark orders at me, Captain Shadowbeard Mcgee”

“I don’t want trouble. Just a small boat and maybe some food, I’ll let your man go and we can do this peacefully”

“Har Har Har! Peace is for the women and the weak” *THWAP!*

Shadowbeard lunged and stabbed his sword through his own man and it pierced my stomach.

I fell back. Shocked at the man’s heartlessness. NO time to show weakness. His men approaches. I started fighting my way through his men and apporached Shadowbeard. I must cut off the head of the snake.

Our blades met. The battle was of epic proportions. But his skill was too much. He backed me up into the plank. My blood gushing out of my wound into the sea and attracted sharks. They circled knowing dinner was going to fall right into their jaws.

“Any last words mortal?”

*I chuckled* He seemed confused. “What are you laughing at fool?” He asked.

“You’ve been mistaken since the moment you layed eyes on me… I’m not mortal”

I leaped over him and dodged his blade. Then sliced the plank plummeting him to his death.

I approached his crew, they didn’t seem angry at all. One by one they all bowed to me. I am now their Captain. Then I blacked out.

I awoke in a room. My wound was wrapped up and treated. Either I was dizzy, or the room was moving. Oh yeah. I was still on the ship.

I walked out of the room onto the deck and the crew cheered as they saw me. Captain Whitebeard is what they started calling me. I liked it.

I lead theses men to glory as we plundered and pillaged ships and villages. I’ve slayed so many… so much blood on these paws.

So many men I’ve killed and I felt no remorse. I was unstoppable. It was one kill however, that got to me. It was a mother and her daughter. I killed them no problem. But it was the puppy the girl had. It was so innocent. I killed it on impulse and the yelp of the pup stuck in my head. I started plummeting into depression. Drinking a barrel or two a day. It showed in my leadership too. I started to slack and my men were paying the price.

It was an epic battle. My men against Bluebeards men. The battle lasted for days. They usually are not a problem but my depression got to me. Our ship was sunk and I narrowly escaped. Floating on the plank I use to kill so many before. How Ironic. Back to square one.

I drifted for days, or weeks. I don’t know. I blacked in and out and wasn’t sure. Then another ship approached me. I’ve been here before. The ship got closer and closer and I realized it was a raft filled with Asian people. They spoke a language I was unfamiliar with. A man picked me out of the water and wrapped me in a rag.

“Together, me you goin to America. We start new life.” He said.

His name was Vinnie Tran.