Post by BlacKitten on Jul 23, 2015 9:02:13 GMT -5
After their short stay at Jreum Island, the three of them sailed off to their next destination which marked as the intersection point of all the four blues. In order the reach the Grand Line, they must first undergo a trial that many had tried to overcome in the past, and about half of those people died from trying to cross the Reverse Mountain. Heading towards the Grand Line was no small task as the risks and dangers were quite high. Their lives were very much at stake if failure was to come.
Their vessel had been caught under a strong current, drifting them beyond their own control. On the wooden, rectangular table, a map laid there in its unfolded state, revealing the routes that the Dieu Le Veut Pirates had plotted before their future was ruined by the hands of two particular Bounty Hunters at Amino Island. This ship used to belong to the previous notorious crew of pirates, but due to their permanent absence, their ship was now taken advantage of with their Jolly Roger removed. Upon this map, there was a perpendicular intersection between the massively long continent known as the Red Line and the long, narrow-looking strip of territory in the seas known as the Grand Line. At the center from where they intersect, X-shaped canals linked all of the four blues to converge into that one spot. As interesting as the map may appear, there was only problem: how were they supposed to ascend up a mountain? Were they supposed to defy gravity and climb up the entire rocky terrain to reach the other side?
I know how to read maps, but this still doesnât much sense. The four canals from the four seas converge to this high elevation of a mountain-sized wall. Wait⊠it doesnât make sense of the water flows downwards, but it doesnât make sense for it to flow upwards either. How does this even work?
âPluto!â A voice called out to him from the outside, âI see something huge!â
â?â The black-haired individual stepped out in response to his little sisterâs words. Stepping across the deck towards the front section of the vessel, his violet eyes looked forward, unable to see a horizon at all. A ginormous wall-like mountain with reddish rough texture stood in front of their path with wild tides crashing into the side of the Red Line. As one's gaze followed the height of the mountain, one would be unable to view its peak for it ascended beyond the dark greyish clouds above that drizzled down droplets of rain onto his face. The waters around them appeared incredibly unsteady and violent. Near the edge of the mountain, one could see whirlpools swirling around as if threatening to sink any ships that comes close. To make matters words, they were heading straight at this mountain, and if nothing was done about it, their demise was nigh, caused by crashing right into the divinely huge wall. A layer of fog or mist kept the scenery rather mysterious and obscure, but the reddish color could still be seen, just not the details in the rocks.
âHmm,â Pluto continued to stare at the absurdly huge mountain that made him feel immensely smaller than usual. Despite appearing that they would inevitably slam into it, he had a calm and composed expression on his face. Deep inside the mind, his visual stimuli kept signaling him to panic and retreat, but it was his Devil Fruit powers that made him feel somewhat safe. Worst case scenario, if they do crash, he could always just fly off and settle onto the mountain itself, but even then, it would result him being stranded there for all eternity. Or, would it be possible for him to fly over this mountain to reach to other side? He had never actually tried to ascend beyond the clouds before; there had never come a need for that.
âItâs huge!â Rebecca spoke in awe as she spread her arms outwards to emphasize her point. Darkened patches on her clothes grew as the light rain continued to soak her.
Meh⊠screw the map. Weâll have to figure this out in the next⊠minute or so. Crossing his arms, the brother took a deep breath before trying to solve this puzzling trial of reaching the Grand Line. People had made it across before, so the solution existed. Those who failed had all probably crashed into the mountain itself. Based on the map, there were canals, and the fact that their vessel was traveling by a rushing current meant that they were already being led towards one of those stupidly narrow canals.
In the meantime, the ship approached the mountain closer and closer with the entire structure rocking violently back and forth, being tossed around by the violent tides. The wetness of the deck decreased the amount of friction, making them more likely to lose their balance by the sudden shift in steepness from where they stood.