Misson 22: Evil unleashed? (Shaki)

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So...this was Ohara...

Not at all what Sophia was expecting actually. She was expecting...someplace bigger? Well whichever, she was here because of an....anonymous tip about someone or something trying to release the gates of hell...or something in that nature. Truthfully, while the crew took this seriously...

"Weeeee!"

Sophia did not.

Sitting on a chair that had wheel on the bottom, most of the crew sighed as their green haired lieutenant rolled by them, laughing loudly. It was sometimes that they wished she was, if not a little bit serious about this. They were Marines after all. Meant to bring peace and order to the world, but Sophia...she saw this all as a game, how she managed to see something like that as a game, the crew was still puzzled by that. But sometimes it was a little endearing on how she can be so carefree and happy.

"Um...Lieutenant Sophia?"

The green blur stopped and looked up to the one that spoke with wide chocolate brown eyes, "Yes?" She chirped smiling widely at him.

A marine jumped slightly, and his eyes flashed down briefly, taking in her white tank top and making Short shorts and sighed, at least she wasn't in a bra...though...the tank top really...clung, to her chest nicely... "We have arrived to Ohara, maybe we should look around...?"

Sophia frowned slightly, before standing up from her chair, "Brillant idea!" She said to him, smiling, before running to the side of the ship and jumping off to land on shore. "L-Lieutenant!" They shouted, but Sophia waved them off, "Its ok! You just stay there! Sophia well give you a signal if she need you!" And with that, she was off, bare feet slapping on the ground.

The crew shared glances with one another, "Anyone have any idea what her signal is?"

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

The situation was one like many before. Zoro, the renown Pirate Hunter turned Pirate of the East Blue was in a place he was unfamiliar with. Having just woken from a deep sleep, the swordsman found himself in a rowing boat, floating in the middle of the sea. Scratching the scalp of his green hair, he tried to recall how he had gotten out here.

A flashback of sorts popped up in the form of a cloud on the top of his head as a chibi version of himself is shown walking towards a rowing boat containing two barrels of rum. The mini Zoro jumps into the boat and consumes both barrels of alcohol and then falls asleep as the boat floats out to sea. Zoro looks within the boat and just as he had recalled, two empty barrels of rum were placed in front of him. A look of stupidity crept over his face that was quickly displaced by anger. How could he have made such a stupid mistake? This was something Luffy would do. If Twirly Brow found out, he would hold this over him for quite a while. Zoro sat there for a short while, considering his options.

Another cloud bubble floated over his head, this time a thought bubble rather a flashback. This time it shows a chibi Zoro swims across the length of the ocean and makes his way back to the island he was previously at, meeting up with the rest of the Strawhat's again. Without even contemplating a better plan. As he jumps into the cold blue water, the area surrounding him comes into view and a relatively short swimming distant behind him resides a below average sized island. At the center of this island rests a large tree.

Zoro however is completely oblivious to this and begins swimming beneath the surface of the water at an increasingly fast pace, his arms and legs pumping through the water. He reaches out to the surface for a breath of air and suddenly he finds himself in the direction of the island he had failed to spot before. A little confused, Zoro believes he must have managed to swim a larger distance in one breath than he had judged to have done. Perhaps his training had allowed him to swim for a very long period of time without the need of oxygen. A smile of pride and accomplishment grew on his face as he swam back beneath the surface of the water and paced himself in the direction of the island ahead.

A minute or so later, he returned to the surface for another breath of air and to his astonishment, the island had disappeared completely, as if it had vanished in thin air. Perhaps it had been thrown into the sky like the Jaya Island they visited that had become part of the Sky Island. There was no other explanation. What else could have happened.

Another thought crossed his mind. Perhaps he had swam so far ahead, he had passed the island all-together. Zoro looked over his shoulder and there, several hundred metres behind him was the island he had seen before. This swimming was becoming uncontrollable. He would have to do something about it, he thought to himself. Swimming beneath the surface again, Zoro headed in the direction of the island once again. Little did he know, he was swimming back and forth the rowing boat he was originally in and the island that had always been there.

Zoro reached out to the surface for the third time and a look of bewilderment and frustration came over him for he found himself besides the rowing boat where he had started his voyage. What in the world was going on? Zoro looked over his shoulder and saw the island behind him once again, this time a little further than it was before. Was that island always there? Zoro thought to himself. His anger, pride and resilience got the better of him as he began his swim towards the island once again, ... and again, ... and again. Each time he ended up at the same distance away from the island. It was as if he was swimming in a circle around the island. It wasn't until he noticed a navy ship arriving that he was able to follow its course and arrive safely on the island.