Chapter 1: Cast Away

Through the humble and calm waters of the East Blue, sailed a mighty Battleship with a dog as its figure head. The ship wasn't heavily damaged nor was it in pursuit of a pirate vessel. To say the least, it was weird seeing a vessel of its class in the most peaceful sea which was not much of an interest to the Government or the pirates who usually attract the navy.

Zzzzzz...

The loud sound of snoring broke the silence on the deck, but none of the officers or soldiers paid attention to it; seemingly unconcerned of the person who was neglecting duty, but they were not at fault here, they simply didn't have the authority or power(physical or mental) to discipline the rule breaker. Through the busy sailors and various cannons, the view falls on a beach chair in the centre of the front deck; lay a man in shorts and a loose Hawaiian shirt with the buttons opened, showing his broad muscular chest with a few scars here and there. His black hair was cut with a flat top and had whitening sideburns and a black goatee.

He had his right arm hung loosely on to the wooden board and the other limply placed on his lower abdomen while a small snot bubble expanded and contracted at his nose. "Vice Admiral Garp!" The call of an unlucky sailor who was about to face a manly lecture on letting men sleep burst the snot bubble on the sleeping man and made him jump up in surprise with a startled face; his eyes widened, stretching the scar above his eye a bit.

"Huh? I was lecturing Luffy?" Garp spoke dazed as his sleep still controlled what left of his mind which still couldn't make out where he was. The petty officer who woke up the Devil got a few moments to enjoy his lowering mortality until the man he addressed as Vice-Admiral shook his head and shot a glare at the him. "It better be Roger coming out of his grave and raising an army of undead and unkillable pirates in a island sized ship that has a super cannon that could wipe out a hundred warships!" The man stood up with a boiling face, his body towering over the poor rookie as he bared his teeth and his fists clenched with a nerve popping off his forehead.

"Uh...no sir..." The sailor spoke nervously, increasing the Admiral's fury further.

"Then?!" Garp asked with annoyance and anger.

The sailor gulped nervously as he wondered why none of his comrades involved themselves. "T-There's a lot of wreckage in front of us and there's a boy floating on one of them." He managed.

Folding his arms he gave a thoughtful look. "What the hell are you morons waiting for?!" Garp roared causing his subordinates to stumble back while the sailor who brought the information was shivering like a mound of jelly.

"T-There are some small s-sea kings circling the b-boy." He managed.

"So? Fire those cannons!" Garp walked over to starboard, closely followed by the few crew members who were brave enough to follow the tyrant.

"Sir the boy's too close, he might get hit too." Rubbing his forehead in annoyance, the Admiral pulled off his Hawaiian shirt and without any delay, jumped into the sea.

"Vice-Admiral!" The crew yelled in shock at the man's action.

Unaffected by his crew's concern, Garp swam fast towards the speck of pink hair that he saw from his ship, and true to their words, there were a few small sea kings that could be classified as Class C monsters. "Bunch of wussies who couldn't even save a brat..." Upon the man's arrival to the wreckage of what seemed to have been wooden boards and benches once, the Sea kings fled the scene.

The Admiral grabbed the wooden plank on which the boy floated and lightly leaned on it for stability so he could inspect the boy's basic condition. He was maybe a few years older than Ace, wet spiky pink locks covered his head and had the right cheek pressed on the plank. Most of his upper body was exposed with a torn off shirt. He gently pushed the hair off the boy's face and was greeted with the sight of disappearing scales as his skin turned back to smooth tan, much like his.

Pressing his ears to the boy's nose and hearing the sound of his even breathing relieved him. "Hey kid." Garp shook the boy lightly and got a low groan in response. "Good. Keep a hold of that breath, I'm gonna getch'you outta here, ok?" He heard the rescue boat nearing him and lifted the boy towards his men who immediately grabbed hold of the boy only to find out he didn't come alone; in the submerged hand of the boy was a white scarf with scaly patterns.

Of course they tried to separate the scarf from the boy, only to find that his grip was as strong as an iron lock. "Dammit, he ain't letting go!" A sailor who was trying to get it off complained.

"Leave it willya? He clearly doesn't want that scarf off him." Garp, who climbed on the boat commented. "Lieutenant, take a couple of men and sweep the area, see if you can find anything." The commander ordered his men as the boat docked against the ship. "I'll take him." He bent down and swung the boy over his shoulder before jumping on to the ship effortlessly.

"You heard the boss, get on with it." The Lieutenant ordered. He was a man dressed in grey suit and fedora hat of the same colour, a katana strapped to his hip and an officer's coat draped over the shoulder. He barked the commands and let the boat row into the debris.

Meanwhile, on board the battleship, the Vice-Admiral carried the boy to the cargo crates and placed his limp body over the plastic draped boxes. The ship's doctor rushed with his instruments and placed the stethoscope on the pink heads chest and mindfully observed.

The Vice Admiral spoke with a sigh. "He's fine doc, maybe a bit screwed by the sea water..." The doctor looked up and nodded.

"You are right sir, there seems to be no disturbance in his heart beat or blood flow." He opened the boy's eyes, revealing unfocused obsidian pupils and inspected with his small medical torch. "Yes, he's fine, maybe exhausted from scarcity of food." The doctor concluded as he took out the surgical scissors and cut off the few bits of clothing that remained of his shirt. "Hmm...his body is well nourished and in top shape..." The doctor spoke as he searched for any scars.

"Yea, I figured that out..." The Vice-Admiral thought back to the disappearing scales on the boy's face.

"Sir?" The doctor looked weirdly at the Admiral.

The old man sighed. "Nevermind..." Garp waved of the other man's look. "Get him cleaned and prepare some food for him..." He ordered to the sailor who stood near them.

He walked over to the side and looked at the search party scour through the wreckage. "What the hell happened here..." His eyes narrowed right before his head fell backwards and his eyes shut and a snot bubble started to blow on his nose. He was asleep, right on the spot, standing.

The team that was sent to search the area returned with little results. The Vice-Admiral's right hand man got on the ship and ordered the sailors who quickly tied the baggage to the rope that was sent down from the ship. The Lieutenant turned to look at his commanding officer and sweat dropped at the sight of the sleeping man.

POP!

The snot bubble burst and the Vice-Admiral woke up startled. "Huh? Whaa? I fell asleep again?" He rambled before he saw his lieutenant. "Got anything?" He enquired, not at all concerned about his embarrassing action just now.

As it seemed, the lieutenant was a man who stuck with the Vice-Admiral for a while now and was pretty used to his ways. "Yes sir, only a little though." He replied smoothly. Garp folded his arms and nodded. "The forensic tests are on route." He added.

"Okay, find something and report to me." He commanded.

"Yes sir." The younger man replied.

An hour flew by and the ship was once again on its course to Dawn Island. They were expected to arrive at mid noon two days later and the Vice-Admiral was very much excited on the concept of meeting both his grandkids. 'Hopefully, those two got the prospect of being Marines drilled into their bird brains...' The old man thought.

He was interrupted from his line of thought by the sound of the foot stamping on the wooden board. "Sir! The forensic results are ready!" A petty officer stood behind him erect.

Letting out a sigh, Garp looked over his shoulder. "Yea...be there in a minute..." He heard the hurried taps of the feet of the sailor. Soon enough, he began to make his way inside the gigantic ship. Hopefully, some trash his men found will give him a picture of what happened in the most peaceful ocean in the world. It can't be a spoilt Celestial Dragon who found joy in screwing up the lives of normal people, again.

Why?

One, that boy was far from normal. Two, that bastard Sengoku would be on his ass to make space for those bastard 'noobles' in his vacation with his grandkids. Three, there wasn't much to see in this boring peaceful sea that would cause a lazy ass fat bastard with a god status make their way here.

The room he entered was cramped; it had a big table in the centre, couple of book shelves and normal shelves with equipments, two tube lights and a small round window. On the table was all the junk that his crew collected. "Whatchya got for me Bito?" The Vice-Admiral asked the only other man who was present in the room.

He was a tan skinned slightly chubby man who wore a brown suit with a lab coat over it. His black slimy long hair was combed slick backwards and had thick square black framed specks and a clean shaven face. "Well, I know one thing for sure." The man spoke. "That all this," He pointed at the junk on the desk. "…isn't from a ship wreck." The forensic chief confirmed.

"Then?" Garp folded his arm and looked Bito in the eye, clearly showing his impatience.

"It's something that happened far inland, these are parts of chairs, building planks, concrete materials, spears, arrows and what not. Either it's a military or civilian gathering inside a building that went wrong." The Vice-Admiral looked at him weirdly. Bito deadpanned. "We are New World Marines, sir." That answered the commander's question about how all this reached here.

Then his eyes fell on a particular item. It was a flag, or at least what was left of it. Picking it up, he stretched it out. "What's this?" It had its top half in red and the other in dark red and there was a symbol at the centre. It didn't make sense, but after a while, he classified it as a bird and dropped it. "Where have I seen this before?" He picked up the strange flag and once again looked at it. "Oh yea, the boy." He looked at the scientist. "I am taking this doc." Bito didn't bother replying as the Vice-Admiral was already out of the room and walking over to the main deck.

"Vice-Admiral, the boy's awake!" A small smirk came over the man's face.

Natsu

Everything was wet at first, and then everything became naked and now dry. He slowly opened his eyes; now everything was hazy and blurred beyond recognition. Why is it always everything and not just a part? But what was the giant flat topped object staring down at him with a wide grin? Grin? So it was someone. "W-who the heck are you?" He groaned out as he reached his forehead with his palm.

"What's up kid? How ya feeling?" The booming voice of the old man echoed through his little head. Like a bolt of lightning, pain shot through the boy's body, although it lasted only for a few seconds. The Vice-Admiral frowned. "You ok?"

"Yea...just a bit dizzy." He rubbed his forehead. "What happened?" Natsu looked up, squinting his eyes to focus his vision.

"You tell me, we just found you floating in some debris." The old man answered. Natsu's eyes closed. His mind reeling back the events that took place recently.

The War. They thought it to be over, that they were victorious. Zeref had retreated after failing to acquire the Lumen Historia, Acnologia beaten and bloody nosed and his Demon asleep. In the end, it all came down to nothing. The Dragon, The Immortal and The Demon, the three belligerents in a war that ended their peace. He did not know what happened after that, but he knew his friends and family was dead even before he came to take his last stand.

"Boy? You ok?" The Vice-Admiral asked.

"Huh?" Natsu looked up once again, blinking in confusion before giving a nod. "Ya I'm fine, just thinking."

Grrrrr

Garp raised an eyebrow in amusement at the sound that resembled his own stomach coming from the boy's. "Well my granddaddy always told me to never think in an empty stomach." He advised. "Now let's go get something to eat." He turned around and walked out of the room, quickly followed by Natsu who wrapped the scarf around his neck. He didn't bother with a shirt and continued with the shorts.

"Who are you?" The boy Dragon Slayer questioned as he stumbled through the ship in his new body.

"Monkey D. Garp." The Vice-Admiral looked over his shoulder and gave a grin.

A few minutes later, lunch was being served...

The crew could only term it one thing. War. Food was getting butchered and massacred...even though it was dead to begin with. The boy was a black hole, he alone has finished the entire stock of sea king the old man caught two days back and they feared he would start with the ship's rations. That would be catastrophic, even as a thought.

"Damn that hit the spot!" Natsu let out a barf which was soon followed by one of Garp's.

"Yo Kid, why don't we go to my office so that we can figure what to do with you once we port." The Marine Hero didn't wait for a reply and left the mess hall.

"So old man, where am I?" Natsu curiously asked Garp as the latter opened the door and waited for him to get inside the office.

"East Blue." Garp stared at him for a moment and closed the door. "On board my ship." He folded his massive arms. Time passed since Natsu realized his one true weakness no longer plagued him, but at the same time his memories took its place instead. He knew he was turned into a kid for a purpose, he also knew what Erza's mother did. This was his chance to do it right, to make the next confrontation with his brother the last one. "Big fight eh?" Natsu looked at the Vice-Admiral with curiosity; the old man was looking at the setting sun from his window with a calm face.

"What?" The teen asked in confusion

Garp 'hmmmd' before crossing his arms. "That look you had on your face earlier and now," Garp began. "I know that look, it's not something a boy of your age should have." The dragon slayer remained silent.

Finally a smile tugged his lips. "Heh. That obvious eh?" Natsu spoke weakly.

The Oldman shrugged. "I am not gonna pry kiddo, but you seem like the kind to brush off pain." Garp stated his observation. "At least Physical ones."

"Really? How can you tell?" Natsu asked with a raised brow.

"When a man is determined to a level where he is willing to cheat death, you just feel that. Call it my fighter's intuition, but I'll be damned if you are a normal snot nosed brat! Bwahahahah!" He laughed out in an odd tone that sort of shook the ship comically.

There were a few minutes of silence between the two as they just sat there, until the pink head decided to break it. "So, what's this Admiral thing people call you by?" He was genuinely curious and this curiosity would be the building stone of a great Naval Officer who would bring down real justice in the coming days.

"Well, we are the guys who keep the Seas clean..." Garp began, only to be interrupted by the boy.

"Like the garbage man?" Well the Great Marine part will have to wait. A lot of explaining needs to be done here. Most probably more than what a normal person wants.

XxxX

Yea, it's been in my mind for a while, I wanted to make our Dragon Slayer into a Navy man just like how Garp wanted to with his grandkids.

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