Bacon found himself hanging onto one of the protruding rock spikes at the mouth of cliff. His whole was covered in cuts and bruises, most of which came from him holding on to the jagged rock formations. The tide itself was relentless, weakening him everytime it ebbed and flowed. His vision began to blur. Light and darkness were no longer distinguishable. The ocean sung sung a solemn, yet sorrowful lullaby to bacon. It beckoned him to let his worries fade away as a mother would have to a troublesome child. " I can't"
The ocean suddenly became fiercer, it's song becoming enraged. The predictable tide was fiercer and more forceful than before. It was simply caressing his lowerhalf,but now it roared when it crashed into the cliff side.Bacon smiled as his consciousness faded, " Sorry kannon". The moon shined brightly that night,but it disappeared right before he fainted. He had assumed the shadow he saw was the ocean's incarnation, coming to take his soul back.
Hours later he awoke in the mouth of a cave on the island's shore. Everything he felt seemed like a dream,but a glance at his clothing showed they were all tattered and stained by blood. His arms were bandaged up. His fall from the cliff left much of his outer flesh decimated in certain places, revealing his muscle.
Standing watch outside the cave was woman he saved from the public execution. She had a rather curvaceous figure which looked akin to a hourglass. Her long hair blonde hair shined in the morning sun, it's length reached her waist. She turned to bacon with the worn out diary in hand, snapping it shut before taking a deep breath in." I never imagined the ruthless red beard could be such a good guy". Bacon was a bit puzzled by her statement,but then he realized it might have something to do with the book korran gave him. " If you're done with the book, I need it back".
She giggled under her breath as she brandished a knife from her breasts. " A little rude though" she said while twirling the knife by the leather strap with her index finger.Bacon rose to his feet with his eyes affixed upon the woman, " Why would a murderer save me"?
" I prefer the term, pirate" she tossed the book toward his feet and put the knife away. As she walked out of the cave she said, " Consider our debt repaid, cutie".
Bacon began to read Korran's Log book as the woman walked off and to his surprise, he found a detailed account of the 50 years. What baffled him is he remembered yesterday so clearly. He and his crew were going to storm into port new-worth and seize it for the new world pirates. The problem is when he awoke the next day, there was no one left and the season had changed from summer to winter. That day he rushed to the city to find the surrounding forest lumber jacked and a city completely changed.
Now everything was clear to him:
Quote:
-June 22nd,1863: Admiral gorz fired the weapon stored at raftel
-June 23rd,1863: No invasion from the new world
-June 24th, 1863: Reports of pirates being frozen in time across the globe. Their bodies unresponsive,but their vitals still churning.
-June 25th, 1863: The Extermination of the Grand ine crews
-June 26th, 1863: M-day which was short for Marine Victory
-July 4th, 1864: The world is a very is a very different place, some might even call it smaller. With the threat of the Yonko out of the way, the marines roamed freely across the globe. They jailed pirate and anyone who treated them as humans. The World government seized control of all commerce while destroying the blackmarket through terror tactics. There was some resistance from smaller pirate names,but they were being blotted out one by one. In fact the only pirates which still existed were the shibikarai and they weren't even considered pirates. Rather, the people viewed them as beaten dogs, the war horses behind the machine.
July 4th, 1874: The world has changed so very much. The wonders which legends such as skypeia created and the dangers of the calm belt created a sense of adventure for the young people. Now they're disappearing not only from the hearts of the previous generation,but even the current. Values are shifting toward commercialization and military service. Those who oppose the government's general purposes are stamped out. What's worse is the people around them could not care less, they even say " Good riddance" or " Serves them right". Life is starting to become, boring...
July 4th, 1884: Rumors of a resistance movement are popping up in various countries around the world. Rumors of scattered pirates from a different era to be exact. It was be impossible to get rid of all the Grandline pirates because the Raftel weapon was inconsistent. Some stayed frozen for years while others stayed frozen for mere seconds. It seems that they've been amassing in secret for quite some time,but the marines are too confident in their own abilities to truly care. It seems like something interesting may occur. When and if something does, that'd be anyone's guess.
July 4th, 1894: The official discontinuance of wanted flyers. This is for a very specific reason, the children of the rumored pirates are continuing their parent's struggle. The world government's routine tactics aren't working. The fellas at marineford aren't too happy.
July 4th, 1904: The year I retired. If only redbeard had shown up years ago..Things wouldn't be so boring.
Bacon pondered to himself for a brief moment before leaving the cave. He re-applied his bandages to his face and left the cave.
The ocean suddenly became fiercer, it's song becoming enraged. The predictable tide was fiercer and more forceful than before. It was simply caressing his lowerhalf,but now it roared when it crashed into the cliff side.Bacon smiled as his consciousness faded, " Sorry kannon". The moon shined brightly that night,but it disappeared right before he fainted. He had assumed the shadow he saw was the ocean's incarnation, coming to take his soul back.
Hours later he awoke in the mouth of a cave on the island's shore. Everything he felt seemed like a dream,but a glance at his clothing showed they were all tattered and stained by blood. His arms were bandaged up. His fall from the cliff left much of his outer flesh decimated in certain places, revealing his muscle.
Standing watch outside the cave was woman he saved from the public execution. She had a rather curvaceous figure which looked akin to a hourglass. Her long hair blonde hair shined in the morning sun, it's length reached her waist. She turned to bacon with the worn out diary in hand, snapping it shut before taking a deep breath in." I never imagined the ruthless red beard could be such a good guy". Bacon was a bit puzzled by her statement,but then he realized it might have something to do with the book korran gave him. " If you're done with the book, I need it back".
She giggled under her breath as she brandished a knife from her breasts. " A little rude though" she said while twirling the knife by the leather strap with her index finger.Bacon rose to his feet with his eyes affixed upon the woman, " Why would a murderer save me"?
" I prefer the term, pirate" she tossed the book toward his feet and put the knife away. As she walked out of the cave she said, " Consider our debt repaid, cutie".
Bacon began to read Korran's Log book as the woman walked off and to his surprise, he found a detailed account of the 50 years. What baffled him is he remembered yesterday so clearly. He and his crew were going to storm into port new-worth and seize it for the new world pirates. The problem is when he awoke the next day, there was no one left and the season had changed from summer to winter. That day he rushed to the city to find the surrounding forest lumber jacked and a city completely changed.
Now everything was clear to him:
Quote:
-June 22nd,1863: Admiral gorz fired the weapon stored at raftel
-June 23rd,1863: No invasion from the new world
-June 24th, 1863: Reports of pirates being frozen in time across the globe. Their bodies unresponsive,but their vitals still churning.
-June 25th, 1863: The Extermination of the Grand ine crews
-June 26th, 1863: M-day which was short for Marine Victory
-July 4th, 1864: The world is a very is a very different place, some might even call it smaller. With the threat of the Yonko out of the way, the marines roamed freely across the globe. They jailed pirate and anyone who treated them as humans. The World government seized control of all commerce while destroying the blackmarket through terror tactics. There was some resistance from smaller pirate names,but they were being blotted out one by one. In fact the only pirates which still existed were the shibikarai and they weren't even considered pirates. Rather, the people viewed them as beaten dogs, the war horses behind the machine.
July 4th, 1874: The world has changed so very much. The wonders which legends such as skypeia created and the dangers of the calm belt created a sense of adventure for the young people. Now they're disappearing not only from the hearts of the previous generation,but even the current. Values are shifting toward commercialization and military service. Those who oppose the government's general purposes are stamped out. What's worse is the people around them could not care less, they even say " Good riddance" or " Serves them right". Life is starting to become, boring...
July 4th, 1884: Rumors of a resistance movement are popping up in various countries around the world. Rumors of scattered pirates from a different era to be exact. It was be impossible to get rid of all the Grandline pirates because the Raftel weapon was inconsistent. Some stayed frozen for years while others stayed frozen for mere seconds. It seems that they've been amassing in secret for quite some time,but the marines are too confident in their own abilities to truly care. It seems like something interesting may occur. When and if something does, that'd be anyone's guess.
July 4th, 1894: The official discontinuance of wanted flyers. This is for a very specific reason, the children of the rumored pirates are continuing their parent's struggle. The world government's routine tactics aren't working. The fellas at marineford aren't too happy.
July 4th, 1904: The year I retired. If only redbeard had shown up years ago..Things wouldn't be so boring.
Bacon pondered to himself for a brief moment before leaving the cave. He re-applied his bandages to his face and left the cave.