Chapter Text
Once upon a time, there was a great pirate.
His name was Gold Roger.
He had conquered every single treasure that existed.
His last words before his execution have inspired pirates around the world.
"You want my treasure? You can have it! I left everything I gathered together in that place. Now you'll just have to find it!"
The world has entered the pirated era.
But behind the scenes, there was something more that was going on. Something that many didn’t and couldn’t know...
The D. Carriers
Chapter 01 - The Time Keeper
Raftel, the place at the end of the New world, holds the treasure that everyone wants to get, the treasure that the Pirate King was able to obtain before he was executed, the One Piece.
The One Piece though, it's not something that everyone can obtain unlike what everyone believes. Just because there was one man who could get there, doesn’t mean that anyone could get there. But that is a tale for another day.
The island called Raftel, a small yet wide island with tall mountains, was hidden. Those that wanted to get there could not enter it if they had yet to get the Road Poneglyphs. How the island knew? Well, it just did. It was that special.
The only known person to have entered this island, the Captain of the Roger Pirates, was now walking through this very island. His signature mustache swayed a little with the calming wind that was circulating around the island. The sky was also serene as the flying birds of the island that were only native to this island circulated it and joyfully cried their songs.
Roger laughed his signature laugh as he looked towards the sky, raising his right hand to cover the bright sun from his eyes. The sky was as bright as always and he enjoyed it.
“It’s another day good day, don’t you guys think?” He asked no one in particular but was answered by multiple animal screech. His grin grew wide and as a bird, white in color with a long beak, flew by him, he laughed again.
Life, or what you could call what it was now, was very peaceful. Other than when he was needed, and that had not happened in the time that he has been inhabiting this island, he was free to do whatever he wanted in it.
The sky suddenly went black, and the sun seemed to have disappeared from the sky all together.
“What…?!” He looked up towards it, startled.
Since he was executed around 10 years ago, he has been here and the skies were always bright. A black sky could only be a bad sign.
“Wait.” He paused, his eyebrows furrowing as he started thinking back to the time he first appeared on Raftel after his execution. “Is this what maybe my predecessor meant?”
A shiver suddenly ran through his body. No, this was not good. Not good at all.
He turned around and as he took a step, he appeared on a room that looked bland and never ending. He rushed towards the center, a snail that looked like a den den mushi sitting in the only table. Clicking something in it, images appeared to appear fast but it settled fast on a snowy island.
“He got close to the image the eyes were projecting. “A winter island..?” The image changed again and a young child, who looked to be maybe 10 years old, appeared. Tears were streaming down his face as he cried his heart out yet nothing could be heard.
Eyes grew wide as he took in the image and tell-tales that were only visible to him. ‘He is…!’
What was happening on that winter island for something to be happening to this child? This child who will be…!
He turned around, took a step and suddenly snow slowly and quietly drifted down from the sky. He looked up towards the sky, and something seemed to be flowing down from it in a line, connected in the middle. He wasn’t sure what it was but he was sure it did not belong in this island.
He took another step and he found himself next to a body. The person, who he could identify as a male, was bleeding alot and he didn’t seem he was going to make it. He crouched, trying to see if he still had a heart beat. He shivered a little as he touched the skin, his skin was too cold. How long has he been out here, bleeding? The hand of man twitched and that, along with the faint heartbeat he felt, told him he was still alive.
Still, why was he brought here, to this dying man? He thought he would be brought to the child since he was so important to him, to Raftel. Yet…
He started at the man again, the black feathers of the coat he was wearing seem to get darker as the blood continue to bleed into it.
Nothing seemed to be of important to him in his eyes, so why?
He continue drifting his eyes around him; around the man, around him, around everything. Just what was it? Something then occurred to him. Was he maybe connected to the future of that child?
At that moment, images started to appear in his mind. He closed his eyes tightly - this had never happened to him before.
The past, the present and the future were all showed to him at that moment, and it was all related to that child.
This person…!
He opened his eyes quickly and looked down.
‘He isn’t supposed to die,’ He thought suddenly. ‘Yet, why are you dying here?’ He crouched. How could he saved him? How was he supposed to save him? He didn’t have any type of healing abilities - he had only been given anything related to time, he was a timekeeper. Yet now this didn’t seem to be what was required of him.
He stared at the blond. Said blond slowly opened his eyes and seemed to be staring at him as if he could see him, which was not possible as he should not be able to be seen by anyone other than does that had similar abilities to him.
Roger frowned. What was he supposed to do? He needed to think. Think! If he didn’t find a solution, something like, like, like.... It could just happen again and that wasn't good!
The snow continued to fall slowly, undisturbed by anything. Roger continued to think and just stared at the bleeding man as if looking at him could give him the answer to this problem. The blond gave him a smile and suddenly, lighting struck Pirate King.
Yes! He could still save him. He just needed to get a plan going - he started at him as he breathing continue to get less and less - and fast or it will change.
So first, he needed someone that could actually operate on him. He couldn’t send him to another being that had similar abilities as him since they were permitted to do anything with the things that live on the universe; this included humans, fishmen, and any other type of race that existed outside of the special islands.
What he could do though, was to send him to the capable person by making him time travel. But who could he send him to? His mind automatically gave him three posters of people that could help. A woman, an animal and a man. Information came with each, telling him anything that he needed to know.
Sometimes, being the Time keeper had its perk he supposed.
A raspy breathing made him look towards the man. His condition continued to deteriorate.
“You can’t die on me!” He told the man, and the man just gave another smile.
“Not yet…” He heard him mumble, “not yet…”
“Yes, you can’t.” he told him, as if he could hear him.
If he died here, the future will change so much that he couldn’t be what was needed anymore. Then there won’t be another and those events could happen again!
He put his attention towards his mind and he looked at the posters and information. His predecessor should had given him some kind of practice to be able to do this faster under stress!
The first poster was the woman. She seemed to be an elder woman, silverish hair that were pulled back by sun glasses while she gave a confident smile to whoever was looking at her.
Doctor Kureha
read the name.
She seemed to be an expert in medicine, even in this time yet she didn’t seem to be able to do the requirement for this surgery. Yes, she was able to perform difficult surgeries, but he wasn’t sure even she could perform what was needed for this man.
He pulled the information to the back of his mind and continued to the next file.
Tony Tony Chopper.
He appeared to be some kind of animal - a reindeer after his eyes glanced the information - with brownish fur, blue nose and an adorable face. He appeared to have eaten the hito hito no mi, which made him able to turn into a human being. He was also an apprentice for Dr. Kureha. Just like her, he appeared to be able to do difficult operations, but again, it wasn't what was needed.
A grunt made him look sharply down towards the dying man. He was going to need to do this faster!
He looked towards the last porter.
Trafalgar D. Water Law.
‘Isn’t this the child from before?’ A cynical smile presented itself to him. The information gave him much of the background that the child was and one that caught his attention right away was the ope ope no mi.
‘This! For sure this is it!’ Yet, wasn’t it ironic that the one that he thought could save him was also the one that was connected to all of this?
Suddenly, Explosions came from someplace and he turned around. Smoke was rising from somewhere near the water.
He looked towards the man and crouched. “No! You can’t…!”
He put his hand on his neck, right where he could find a pulse and held his breath.
Ba-thump.
Ba-thump.
He breathed a sigh of relief as it continued beating against his finger.
“Still,” he told the unconscious man, “you won’t last like this…” He stood and extended his middle and index fingers in the form of a prayer. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. Slowly, a bluish light appeared at the tip and feeling that, he motioned something on the man and when it was done, the kanji 障壁\\Barrier lit up from below the body and something slowly hum-ed around him.
“This barrier should protect you in this travel.”
Yes, a travel of 10 or so years. “Sorry I can’t help you more than this,” He began once again concentrating, “but don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you when you get there.”
Once again, he raised the index and middle fingers and light appeared at the tip. This time, a yellowish color appeared and this time, he moved his fingers started writing something once again. In bright yellow, the kanji below the bleeding man read 13年後 \\13-years-later and something appeared once again below him.
“For sure,” he began as the man slowly sank into the ground, “you will be saved.”
And then he was gone. ‘I will see you in 13 years, guider of the successor.’
He should check over the kid though. Taking a step, he appeared next to the kid,
Trafalgar
his mind told him. He was wailing very loud, his voice only a little bit lower from all the explosion happening in the background.
‘I really wish I could help you in some way…” He thought, ‘but you should be okay until he gets to you, until you can save him…’ he walked next to him, making company with him even if the child didn’t know he was there. He wanted to make sure, even if he knew he would survive, that he would get out of this safe.
They walked and walked, the explosions being left behind with each step they took and soon enough, only the water was the only thing heard, making a sad melody along with the crying child.
Roger looked up at the sky, the moon was now high in the sky and the child seem to be slowing down. They finally stopped with the quiet sobs to be the only thing being heard as Trafalgar sat next to a tree near the water.
The King of the Pirates smoothed over right mustache as he looked around.
‘This is not a good place to fall asleep, what if he fall into the water? He already has the ope ope no mi so he can’t swim.’ He stared at the kind and started praying that the kid could hear him, to what he wasn’t sure but he prayed as he loudly said, “please move, move away from the water, move please.” He stared but Trafalgar didn’t move. He gave a deep sigh and moved to sit himself next to him and hoped that somehow, he could give him some kind of heat other than the cape that was covering him.
The kid continue to sob as he hugged himself to keep warm and Roger gave him a sad smile. “Sorry…”
Morning came too fast and the child only slept maybe a couple of hours before waking up to nightmares.
He made his way and found a small boat from a pirate ship that was stationed around, hidden from view so that it wouldn’t easily discovered.
“Cora-san…” The child cried somehow it made him think of his own child. ‘I hope you are okay, Ace.’ He hope Garp was doing a good job as the parent he would never be to Ace. “I should see you someday… when I can…” he whispered to the wind and it slowly was carried away by it and he hoped his words reached his son.
It was two days after, the kid very sick and very hungry, that they reached the next island. It had been faster than it should, and it was all thanks to the wind and water that helped him carried the small boat to safety. He gave them his thanks and disembarked the boat.
The kid, who seemed to know medicine at this young age, and he was very impressed by it, stole some supplies and some food to keep himself well and feed.
It was already getting late and he had spent too long out of Raftel. He was only allowed to be out of the island in cases of emergencies, which he took care with the drying man until further notice, and that realllly rear case that his predecessor had told him about and this was neither of those.
So with a heavy heart, after looking at the child one last time, he took a step and appeared on the peaceful and ever blue sky island.
“We will meet again,” he hung his head back and look at the sky and closed his eyes, basking in the warm sun which was nothing to what he was feeling at the moment, “don’t you worry, Trafalgar.” He opened his eyes and took another step, appearing in the bland room that help the video den den mushi, “Next time, though,” he began making his way towards the seat and the den den mushi opened his eyes and showed images of the child and the man he had saved, “it will be in a better future.”
He sat and gave a small smile, “Your guide will be okay, Trafalgar.” He read the name of the blond man, “You will be alright, Donquixote Rocinante. For it wasn’t your time yet.”
The den den mushi blinked and the images disappeared. “But for now,” Roger said to no one, “we sleep.” He positioned himself comfortable, “we regain our energy, sleep, and wait.”
And sleep consumed him.