See the Sun
They resurface from the cold depths of the sea after many weeks of diverting from the North Blue. Trafalgar Law and his small (for now) crew members are still wearing heavy clothes as they step out onto the deck. Neither of them (Trafalgar, Bepo, Penguin or Ban) had ever see then endless sea before; just frozen chucks of ice disappearing into thick fog.
Trafalgar pulls off his gloves, the sun’s rays warm and surprisingly comfortable. He squints up towards the bright blue sky whereas if he were still in the North Blue, even on snow-less days, the sky is pale grey. He drops the gloves to the deck floor and starts to shed the thick winter coat to let it fall to his feet. His crew watches him intently as Trafalgar strides to railings.
The captain takes a look out at the disappearing, endless horizon before turning to his crew.
“This,” Trafalgar thrusts his arm out towards the sea with its glittering jewel surface from the sun.
“This is our new home. The sea, the sun and the endless vastness of it all will be mine and yours. Trust me when I say, I’ll become the Pirate King.” Trafalgar says, staring at his three-man crew.
“I trust you,” nods Penguin.
“We’ll make it happen,” grinned Ban.
“Till the end,” says Bepo.
Trafalgar smirks and looks at the tattoo on his arm; his Jolly Roger, his mark. It will be known to all under this blazing sun.
FIN