My condition has worsened exponentially in a matter of hours. I have a fever at 105 degrees Fahrenheit, and am currently in an ice bath in an attempt to lower my body temperature while the rest of the crew finds me a doctor.

I drifted in and out of consciousness for several hours, before Mayra brought me a hot soup to drink while we had to stray off course to an island called Sjukhus Island. And there is a good reason as to why we had to go off course.

My leg is nearly at the point of needing amputation.

Naturally, I need my leg to function. I can't move my leg at the moment. So, we are changing our course to a closer island. I had the bright idea to pour rum over my infection. It burned like hell and did nothing. No surprise there, I guess. Of course the pirates have rum and no basic medical supplies or knowledge.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Are you in pain?" Jenni asked as she entered what is supposed to be the infirmary, where I was being "treated."

"I'm gucci," I answered with my eyes closed, still half asleep.

"You're what?" she questioned with a puzzled tone.

My eyes shot open immediately after realizing where I was. "I'm alright," I quickly corrected myself.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that we're docking right now," she informed. "You might even get to keep your leg," she threw in with a wink.

"Fuck you. I don't wanna be an amputee," I said with a slight curve of the lips.

Not long after, she left, and I heard their pleading voices on the bridge.

"Please! Our captain may die!" I heard a muffled voice, unable to discern to whom the voice belonged to.

Then, an alien voice, one unknown to me. "Liar! Pirate scum, our kingdom will not help you!" It sounded young, younger even than Luffy.

"Hey! They seem like they're being honest. We should help them," another voice yelled. Then, a low voice that only my advanced hearing would be able to make out because of my specific devil fruit power. I can hear the differences in the pressure of the air, echos and whatnot. I'm not sure when I noticed, because I definitely didn't notice anything at first.

For now though, I can hear things I normally wouldn't be able to.

"What do you think they're discussing?" I heard my crew speaking. I yawned, and laid back down, ready to go back to sleep.

When I woke up, I was laying in a bed, surrounded by stone wall in all four corners of the room. A small window heated the bed with the sunlight, and the rest was rather empty. Still, the atmosphere was a little cold for my liking. Apparently, while I was asleep, my wounds were cleaned, bandaged and my leg was injected with some kind of miracle medicine and I regained feeling of my leg. Also, apparently, I had been asleep for 2 days. I don't believe it, personally.

The sound of the door opening woke me from my thoughts.

Jenni crept in the room, careful to not make any loud sounds.

"What are you-" I started but was cut off as she covered my mouth with her hand.

"Don't say anything. Just listen. I'm not supposed to be in here. I needed to come and tell you at any cost. They've taken Sake, he's being held at a pound. They caught Booth, he was defending us from our attackers. We got away, but he's being held captive. I don't know where. I don't have much time now, I have to go." My expression darkened due to information presented, and Jenni walked to the door. Just as she went to open the door, it creaked open, and Jenni had to hide in the corner right behind the door.

I watched on as what seemed to be high ranking officials made their way inside the room.

"This is you. Is that not correct?" One of them interrogated, showing me my wanted poster. It wasn't a question.

As I examined it, I used the opportunity to buy time for Jenni to leave the room. "Nah, that's my twin brother."

"Twin brother? What kinda bullshit is that?" Another one spat.

"Aye, you don't know what it's like to have a pirate twin brother."

They said a few more things that I didn't hear, cause I was occupied making sure Jenni left quietly. Once she left, I spoke up. "What do you want? It's obvious y'all got some kind of ulterior motive."

"We are offering an opportunity. We can turn you in to the marines, or you and your crew can do intensive labor for 5 years and then you're free to go," the first one said.

"Well, I'm not going to jail. And I'm definitely not working for 5 years. So now, there's my third option. Leave, and you all can't do anything about it."

"We assumed you would pull something like this. That is why we have taken precautions. Take a look," he replied, before one of his henchmen pulled another sheet of paper. He flipped the paper around, showing a picture of Booth and using him against me.

His head hung low, with dried blood caked on his face. His wrists were shackled, holding him up from the ceiling. His body looked frail, like he hadn't eaten in over a week.

"I understand now..." I grimly stated, defeated. I slumped my back on the bed. "If possible, I'd like to speak to the leader of this country about the terms."

"Very well," one said before opening the door.

From there, I was escorted to a large and majestic palace, one fit for a rich nation. Nobody spoke a word on the way, but in my head, I was devising a plan.

"i understand you would like to speak about certain matters," the King boomed.

"I want confirmation from my crew that they are safe and that they will be able to safely leave this country."

"Straight to business, just how I like it," the King said. "However, what makes you think you can go around making demands?"

"In return for my friends making it out safely... I am prepared to devote the rest of my life to whatever work I have to do," I spoke, disregarding his words.

"You have my word your friends will stay safe. Guards, take him to his cell."

As the guards approached me, I stayed still, until they got close enough for me to knock one out, and then was able to decommission the other with my hand gripping his face. "You must have not heard me. I said I want confirmation. From my crew."

"Cheeky brat. You do realize I can order your crew's execution at any second, right?"

"Yea I do, but is that really worth me destroying your country and slaughtering your men like cattle? Have my crew give verbal confirmation and then I won't crush this man's skull," I hissed, the glare of my eyes threatening to burn a hole in the king's crown.

"I am a king! You! Are! A! Peasant! What right do you think you have..." I cut him off as I tightened my grip on the royal guard, forcing an ear-splitting scream out of him, along with a loud crack.

"Okay, okay, you will receive verbal confirmation that your crew is able to safely leave. As long as you pledge your undying loyalty to me."

I tightened my grip on the man's skull again, earning a yelp and getting the point across. From there, I was taken to an empty cell with only a bed and a transponder snail reciever.

I sat on the stiff mattress in my cell. The mattress made a loud creaking sound, announcing my presence to the entire cell block.

I stretched my limbs out one by one until I got to my left leg, where under the bandages were 4 holes, all cleaned, and held shut with stitches. The bandages were only used to cover the damaged muscle tissue.

In other words, my left leg was practically unusable. That meant I couldn't stretch it or my wounds might reopen. Well, with my luck, they'd end up open anyways.

Purupurupurupurupuru, the transponder snail rang.

I let it ring for a little while longer before picking it up, only to be met with yelling and excitement on the other end.

"Captain? Is that you, Captain?" Melly's voice called.

"Yea, it's me. Have you all escaped?" I asked.

"What did you say? Sorry, these people are loud," he said. "Oy! Shut the fuck up, I can't hear the Captain!"

The sound died down, and it was total silence. "Have you all escaped?" I asked again.

"Escaped? Oh yea, about that," he started.

Suddenly, the face on the snail changed, and I could tell the one on the other end was Mayra. "There's been a change of plans. We're overthrowing the kingdom of this country. I'll spare you of the details, but we'll come get you soon."

The face on the snail changed again, to her brother, Booth. "Randall."

"Yea," I replied with a cold tone. "I'm not going to stop you all. Just don't go ahead and get yourselves killed. I still haven't given any of you permission to die."

"Roger that, Captain," Booth responded before the face changed again, and this time it was Jenni on the other end.

"Can you help me with something? Sake won't eat anything since we got him back, he's sad because you aren't with us. What should I do?"

"Pass him the phone," I ordered.

"He can't talk? And what the fuck is a phone?"

"Just pass the snail, don't interrogate me." I heard rustling on te other end, and then it stopped. "Sake."

Sake barked on the other end, happy to hear my voice. I took a deep breath, and yelled, "You better eat your damn food. You can't protect the crew if you die of starvation, so eat your food."

"That's stupid, dogs can't understand language like that," Jenni's voice said on the other end.

Then, Sake barked, letting me know that he understood. "Good boy. Oh, and Sake," I said with a stern tone.

He barked, so I continued. "I'll be back in no time at all, so until then, I have an important job for you."

He barked again. I continued. "Protect the crew. Do a good job and there might be treats involved when I get back."

He howled in understanding, and the snail went back to Melly. "How did the dog understand you? Actually, never mind that. We're nearing our docking point, so we'll have to let you go here."

I looked outside my cell to see a group of guards, walking around and checking every cell. "Meet me at the palace in a few hours. I'm gonna stage a break out."

"Yes, Captain," he replied before hanging up.

Just after, my cell door slid open, revealing a guard. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you fresh meat?"

"Yea, you could say that," I said, grinning wildly, after receiving an opportunity to leave my cell.

His eyes widened as I walked over to him. "No way. You- you're that rookie!"

"Indeed I am," I confirmed, right before I kicked him to the other side of the cell block. My actions didn't go unnoticed, however. Almost immediately after, an alarm went off, alerting every guard.

I quickly made a move, and took the unconscious guards keys. With them, I made quick work of cell after cell, freeing multiple prisoners and starting a riot.

We were rushed by several guards, who were taken care of by the freed prisoners, and had their keys taken to free more prisoners even.

I unlocked cell after cell, making my way around the first floor and freeing almost a hundred total prisoners, kicking off my jail break. From there, we freed a few hundred more from the higher levels.

We were soon able to barricade all the entrances to the cell block, stopping any guards from entering. While I was busy overrunning the prison, one prisoner caught my eye. He didn't move, didn't even show any emotion, just looked up, and then looked back down.

"You're not gonna leave your cell?" I asked, curious about this man's behavior.

"For what? To be thrown in a cell again? No, thank you," he coldly answered.

"Why would you be thrown in a cell again?"

"Do you honestly believe your rag tag army of prisoners can escape this prison? It's hopeless. Even if you do, somehow, the royal guards will kill you all when you step foot on the ground."

"Those guys are a joke compared to my crew. They're busy right now, overthrowing the king. I suspect the royal guard will be a little busy protecting the royal family. Let me ask you, why are you in here?"

He took a deep breath, and then answered. "Under the old king, I was a doctor, working for the people. After he died, the new king took over, and transformed the country. We went from a peaceful kingdom to now, where the new king has severed treaties and alliances with other countries. The new king, he ordered me to work for him, but I refused, and so he got angry and threw me in this cell. I've been here for 7 years now. I'm about to be 27."

"Say, how about you join my crew once we're all free? Let's overthrow this tyrant together."

"Will you really overthrow the king and free this country?"

"I always keep my word," I answered, flashing a grin.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Randall," I answered. "But you can call me Captain if you want."

"My name is Syr Enje. I was once the best doctor in this land. I had lost all hope, but maybe one day I'll be able to fulfill my dream of saving millions of people." Syr wore a white lab coat, buttoned up to the top, and tinted yellow goggles with a black strap. His feet were planted in black leather boots, and his legs and hands were decorated with cuts and lacerations.

"You got quite the dream there, but there is no doubt in my mind that you will be able to accomplish it."

After that, we assembled on the first floor along with the rest of the freed prisoners. I had a former guard draw out a map of the prison, and then had more prisoners make copies, so that everyone could see the map and we could draw out our plan.

Meanwhile, Syr was treating other prisoners for injuries recieved during the first stage of our breakout.

We counted all the heads, ending up with 380 people not including 19 injured and 1 dead. Each cell block had the capacity for 400, and this one just happened to be completely full.

We split into three uneven groups, each tasked with taking over a cell block. There were four cell blocks, the one we were currently in was the B block, and they went all the way to D block.

The group I was leading had the task of taking over the A block, which was also the most heavily guarded due to it being the first block, the one that everyone has to go through before being assigned to a cell. It also contained the main security room, main communications room and the warden's office.

With my group trailing behind me, I walked over to our makeshift barricade, and pressed my palm against it. I took a deep breath, and then activated my powers.

I focused all my energy into my attack. "Compact Cannon" I yelled, and released it all in a devastating attack that blew the barricade apart and cracked the thick, reinforced stone walls. Any guards that were standing in the way were dead, without any doubt.

"Let's go."