The next morning, the sun rose over the city of loguetown . The harsh beams of light pierced through the cracks in the curtains of the small, cramped room where he had spent the night. Blizz groggily pushed himself up, his body sore from a night spent on an uncomfortable mattress. He rubbed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh, and stood up, stretching his arms high in the air. His mind was still a jumbled mess, the shock of being in a world like this still sitting heavily on his shoulders.
"I really need to get used to this place," he muttered to himself, grabbing the jacket he'd hastily thrown over the chair the night before.
He had only agreed to work in the docks the day before, but the job was still fresh in his mind. The work was simple enough—moving crates and helping with shipments—but there was something strangely comforting about it. For now, it felt like a safe place to start over. He didn't know where the hell he was, or how he'd gotten here, but what he did know was that he needed to eat, he needed to work, and he needed to survive. So, the docks seemed like the right place to start.
As he stepped out of the dingy inn, the bright morning light hit his face, the warmth of the sun a welcome change from the cold, damp air that had filled his room. The streets of loguetown were busy—people were hustling to and fro, voices shouting, vendors selling their goods in a cacophony of noise. The city had an energy to it, despite the grime and the heaviness in the air. It felt alive, and in that moment, Blizz felt something he hadn't in a while: a spark of hope.
His feet carried him toward the docks without much thought. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the ships in the harbor filled his ears as he approached the port. Ships of all shapes and sizes were docked in the harbor, some unloading cargo, others getting ready to set sail. The hustle and bustle of the workers on the docks was much like the city itself—chaotic, but in a strangely organized way.
Blizz took a deep breath as he arrived at the docks, looking around for the foreman he was supposed to report to. He spotted him near the edge of the dock, shouting orders to a group of men unloading crates from a nearby ship. He walked over, trying to appear confident despite the gnawing feeling in his stomach.
"Hey," Blizz called, walking up to the foreman. "I'm here for the job."
The foreman, a burly man with a thick beard and a weathered face, turned around and eyed him up and down. "You're the new guy, huh? You look a little out of place, but whatever. We need all hands we can get."
Blizz nodded. "I'm ready to work. Just tell me what to do."
The foreman grunted and pointed to a large stack of crates. "Start by moving those crates over to the other side of the dock. Don't take too long, and don't make a mess. We're on a tight schedule today."
Blizz nodded again and got to work. The crates were heavy, and the work was physically demanding, but it was better than sitting around wondering what the hell he was supposed to do in this strange world. He worked in silence for a while, his muscles aching as he moved the crates from one spot to another. The sun climbed higher in the sky, and Blizz began to sweat under the weight of the boxes.
As he worked, he couldn't help but notice the other dock workers. They were all business—moving crates, shouting orders, and working as if they had been doing this their entire lives. But there was something about their demeanor that fascinated Blizz. They didn't seem to question their purpose here. They didn't wonder why they were on the docks, why they were working. They simply did it. There was a certain confidence in their actions, a certainty that he envied.
Blizz stopped for a moment to catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. He glanced around, watching the ships in the harbor as they bobbed in the water, their sails flapping in the wind. It was then that the realization hit him again, more forcefully than before. He was in the One Piece world. He had no idea how he got here, but there was no denying it. Everything, from the pirates to the marines, the strange cities, and the towering ships, screamed One Piece.
And yet, it was still hard to grasp.
Blizz leaned against a crate for a moment, letting the weight of his situation sink in. What was he supposed to do now? The One Piece world was vast, unpredictable, and dangerous. He was just a random guy thrown into the middle of it, and though he had memories of the world, he didn't exactly have any grand ambitions. This was the world where pirates roamed freely, where Marines were out to uphold justice, and where strange and powerful abilities were as common as the air itself.
But what did Blizz want to do here? Should he go after treasure, like most pirates? Should he join the Marines and try to enforce some sort of order, though the idea made him uneasy? Or maybe, just maybe, he should try to stay under the radar—become a civilian, and just get by without attracting any attention.
He thought of the city he was in now—Lockdown. It wasn't the most pleasant place, but it was a place where he could blend in, and for the time being, that seemed like the best option. The truth was, Blizz wasn't sure he could survive as a pirate, especially without the skills that many of them seemed to have. His only real advantage at the moment was his knowledge of the world and its events, but that wouldn't help him if someone decided to take a swing at him.
"No need to get ahead of yourself," Blizz muttered, shaking his head. "One thing at a time. Just survive."
He focused on the work in front of him, picking up another crate and hauling it to its designated spot. The sweat dripped down his back, but he didn't mind. It felt good to be doing something, even if it was just hard labor. The simple act of moving crates gave him something to focus on, and right now, that was all he needed.
As the day wore on, Blizz couldn't help but notice the crew around him. They didn't seem to mind the hard work, nor the dangerous conditions of working on the docks. There were a few pirates scattered among the workers, judging by their ragged clothes and rough demeanor. But it wasn't like in the stories he had read. There were no grand confrontations, no battles over treasure, no chaotic chases. It was just people working. They didn't seem to care much about the larger picture of the world they were a part of. They just wanted to get through the day.
The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the dock. Blizz was exhausted, his muscles sore from the constant lifting. As he wiped his forehead, he spotted the foreman again, who was giving orders to a couple of new workers. Blizz walked over, wanting to make sure his job was done properly.
"Hey, is there anything else you need me to do?" Blizz asked, his voice slightly hoarse from the day's work.
The foreman glanced up and nodded. "Yeah, go ahead and take a break. We'll be done for the day in a couple of hours."
Blizz let out a relieved breath. He was tired, and the promise of rest was more than welcome. He looked around, then turned back to the foreman. "Alright, thanks."
As Blizz walked toward the edge of the docks, he let his mind wander again. This place—this city—wasn't exactly a paradise, but it was a start. He could keep working here for a while, blend in, make some money, and keep his head down. The longer he stayed in Lockdown, the more he felt like it was a temporary home, a place to lay low until he figured out what he truly wanted to do.
As the evening grew darker and the workers began to pack up for the night, Blizz made his way back to his small room in the inn. The day's work had worn him out, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. He was getting by, at least for now. And that was enough.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. Tomorrow, he'd be back at the docks, moving crates and doing whatever the foreman needed. Maybe things were a little clearer now. Maybe, just maybe, he could carve out a life for himself in this chaotic, unpredictable world. The future was still uncertain, but for the first time since his arrival, Blizz felt like he had a place to stand.