Seaguardians: Prologue

"Humans never believe what they cannot understand. 

''The Devil Fruits are a rare exception. Why humanity''

insists on believing them a supernatural force,

that the 'power chooses them', remains out of my

understanding."

-From the Introduction of Devil Fruit Encyclopedia















A grave sits in a field of sakura blossoms, unnoticed by the passerby. The grave sits on a small island, only about 15 feet across, surrounded on all sides by ocean. Cold winds blow in regularly, knocking the sakura around, occasionally forming a small tornado that covers the entire island. Today is not one of those days.

A small boat comes to a stop on the small plank of wood that serves as the island's dock. A young man steps off from the boat, his sandaled foot landing surely on the plank. The man isn't much to look at: he has long, lanky black hair. He's somewhat all, and wears a pair of glasses that glint in the Sun. The emblem of the Ika Bounty Hunters rests on his shoulder.

The man takes a deep breath, then casts his gaze carefully about. Spotting the grave, he smiles halfheartedly, then walks over and crouches in front of it. He pauses for a few minutes, just staring and brushing sakura off the grave.

Man: You've impressed me, old man. To get a grave like this....

He pauses again, rubbing some dust out of his eyes.

Man: But that's not why I come here. You see...

Another long pause. The man seems to have trouble getting his words out.

Man: It's not like I can say I miss you, old man. I barely knew you. But I can say I miss my little half-brother, bastard that he is. Anyway, it was his birthday yesterday. He's finally an adult... and like I told you, he's off to be a Pirate.

No reply comes from the grave.

Man: No, of course I didn't just let him go without protection. I gave him a little.... gift. A fruit-shaped gift.

The man grins slightly, pushing himself to his feet, brushing off his pants. He looks down at the grave again.

Man: The Ganen Ganen no Mi. I gave him the Halite fruit. I know your will said not to give it to anyone, but I had already eaten mine. I had to give him SOMETHING. And besides, you know he'll use it well.

The man turns around, beginning to walk away. He tilts his head slightly, so he can see the grave out of the corner of his eye.

Man: Good luck, old man. Wherever the hell you are.

A few Sakura blossoms are blown off by the wind, revealing the name engraved on the grave.

 Salamander D. Haru

 Member of the Whitebeard Pirates

 Father of Salamander D. Jordan and Salamander D. Syd

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