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Waves push and pull against the shoreline, repetitive movements. Capable of tearing apart ships, structures. An unstoppable force of nature that never rests, they were always in motion, always changing. It was never truly quiet. But that same never-ending change and shift symbolized transformation. The beginning of something new, just as the waves change shape throughout time. So do we, shaped by our experiences, by the people we meet, our wins, and our losses.
When a ship is split into two, and you’re sucked into the depths of the ocean. What could you do to fight against it?
The only thing he could do was reach for the sky, clawing at it to no avail. The desperation, the instinct to escape was unbearably strong. Yet he had been plunged into the sea, where it was physically impossible for him to do so. It was like a cruel game, a game that devil fruit users took the risk of playing whenever they set sail.
Killer watched as the sun's light became more distant, every second felt like an eternity to him. The further he sank, the less he was able to think.
Only, where was Kidd? He scanned the area around him. A spark of panic formed once more, as he was unable to spot his Captain amongst the blurry images within the water.
Had he sunk to the bottom?
Or maybe someone had brought him to shore?
Killer looked around once more, spotting a blurry red-headed figure not too far below him. He reached out, just barely able to grab onto the man's hand. He pulled himself towards Kidd, who was completely unresponsive. Perhaps it was almost a gift to be unconscious, he didn't have to fight a losing battle against one of nature's strongest forces.
He hated that he couldn’t save him, he was right there. Right in front of him, yet Killer couldn’t do anything. He gripped Kidd’s hand, if he was going to die, at the very least, he didn't want to be alone.
Besides, there was almost something beautiful about the way the sun's rays shone through the water. Though they dimmed as they were dragged deeper into the depths, and as Killers sight began to darken. The last thing he looked at was his captain, unconscious sure, but strangely peaceful.