Prologue
Ever since the unveiling of Raftel's ruins, the world suddenly became smaller. The romance of their ancestors were born from mysteries of an unexplored world,but now travel across oceans which were once dangerous suddenly was an easy task. The once fierce sea-kings of the Calm belt became a commercial enterprise for tourists and fishermen alike. The once majestic beasts of old were hunted into oblivion for their meat. Which in turn made them rare specimens who became side shows for the largest port cities who could sustain their appetites.
The sad end for the sea-kings was but an instance of modernization, something which was followed suit for subsequent legends. From the fabled shining castle in the sky to the underwater metropolis of the mermaids, nothing was safe from iron grip of the world government's technology.
The elders of the previous generation wept bittersweet tears as their world was debunked within months. Legend suddenly became an explainable occurrence. Something which killed the will to fight on. For you see, resistance is not born from pragmatism. No, it was born from passion of the oppressed, from the ashes of the fallen.
Perhaps the most disheartening aspect of the new world order was the advent of devil fruit farms. The world government's victory was secured by an global task force who were no longer human. As the yonko of the north fell to foot soldier, the last hope for great pirate age was gone.The symbols of a dying age were no longer the invincible lords of a vast dark sea.
"Where have the pirates gone" used to be a popular saying generation ago. To the generation who witnessed the end of the pirate age, it became both a joke and sorrowful cry for help. A world polarized by the end of the great pirate age, torn asunder by those who embraced their absolute rulers and those who went in hiding for the great revolution.
The word pirate became a joke to a cynical public. Their children taught to hate the romance of dreamers. Taught to loathe even the slightest notion of myth and legend. For you see, society now valued empirical observation over wonders of hope and imagination.
Yet were many old timers who spent their better years staring toward the horizon, in anticipation of the great pirate fleet. They died on their death bed, cursing the pirates with what was to become an age old question.
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