Blizz returned to the docks, where the rhythmic sound of crates being unloaded and the constant chatter of the workers filled the air. The harbor was a busy place, with ships coming and going, constantly bustling. The smell of saltwater and the hum of activity created a strange sense of urgency. It was a world in motion, always in flux, and Blizz was just one small part of it.
He walked over to his usual spot where his supervisor, a burly man with a thick beard and a booming voice, was directing the workers. The supervisor glanced up and gave a nod in Blizz's direction. "Hey, you! Get over here! We got more crates to unload."
Blizz nodded and moved toward him, ready for another day of work. It wasn't glamorous, but it paid. As he bent down to pick up a crate, his mind wandered again. How long could he keep doing this? He wasn't made for this kind of life. He didn't want to just be some faceless dock worker. But he also knew he wasn't in a position to be picky. Not yet, anyway.
As the day went on, Blizz noticed the way the workers interacted with each other—laughing, joking, and sometimes even arguing. It was a sense of camaraderie that he hadn't experienced before. They were all in this together, and while life on the docks wasn't easy, it seemed to bring them closer. The thought of being part of something, no matter how small, was oddly comforting to him.
Blizz worked diligently, lifting crates and loading them onto ships. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, he felt the weight of the day on his shoulders. His muscles ached, and his stomach growled. He could already feel the exhaustion setting in, but he pushed through. He didn't have the luxury of stopping.
When the workday finally came to a close, Blizz received his pay—a small pouch of coins. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get by for another few days. He slipped the pouch into his pocket and began to make his way back through the city, the familiar streets now bathed in the soft light of the setting sun.
He stopped at a small shop to buy some food—nothing fancy, just enough to fill his stomach. The owner, an elderly man with a gentle smile, handed him a loaf of bread and a chunk of cheese. It wasn't much, but it would do. Blizz thanked the man and left the shop, walking aimlessly through the streets as he chewed on the bread.
As he finished eating, his gaze drifted to the tall, imposing structure in the distance—the Loguetown execution platform. It loomed over the city, a constant reminder of the city's historical significance. This was where Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, had been executed. It was where the era of pirates had begun. Blizz couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, standing there in the very place where Roger's final words had set the world ablaze.
He took a deep breath, trying to push aside the uncertainty that was beginning to creep back in. His life here wasn't easy, but it was his. For the first time since arriving in this strange world, he was beginning to feel like he could carve out his place in it.
And so he turned to head back to the place where he was staying.
The day had been long, and the city of Loguetown showed no sign of slowing down. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the bustling streets. Blizz had spent the majority of the day working at the docks, unloading crates and handling shipments. Despite the fatigue settling into his bones, he couldn't shake the unease that had lingered since his arrival in this strange world.
Loguetown was far more vibrant than any place he had ever known. The air was thick with the chatter of people from all walks of life. Pirates, merchants, civilians, and marines all mixed in the streets, creating an unpredictable, yet familiar, hum of activity. Blizz had never been one to enjoy crowds, but this was different. This was a world teeming with possibility, danger, and above all—adventure.
As he finished stacking a crate of goods on a nearby cart, one of the crates fell and its contents scattered across the cobblestones.
The contents of the crate were mostly small trinkets and supplies, but there, hidden among them, was something that caught his eye—something small and round. Blizz's heart skipped a beat as he recognized it instantly. It was a Devil Fruit.
His pulse quickened, and he quickly scanned the area to make sure no one was watching. Without a second thought, he grabbed the fruit and tucked it into his coat pocket. His fingers brushed against its smooth, bumpy surface, and a strange sense of excitement surged through him. The fruit had an odd aura to it—something both enticing and dangerous.
Blizz quickly closed the crate, put it back in its place, and bid goodbye to the other workers as his shift came to an end. He hurried away, his heart racing. He knew he had just made a bold choice, but there was no turning back now. He had the fruit, and he wasn't sure what to do with it. He had no idea what kind of power it would give him, or if it would even be worth the price. But for now, he had it. And that was enough.
As he made his way back to his temporary home, Blizz couldn't shake the feeling that this moment would change everything. The future was uncertain, but now, for better or worse, he had a piece of it in his hands.
Later, in the privacy of his room, Blizz's thoughts circled back to the Devil Fruit. Should he eat it? The temptation was overwhelming, but the reality of the consequences weighed heavily on him. The idea of gaining some kind of power or abilities was tempting, but then he remembered the downside—the inability to swim. A devil's curse. Was it worth it? Could he really live with the risk of losing his connection to the sea?
Blizz was weak. He knew that. This world was dangerous, and he was surrounded by pirates, marines, and other threats—people far stronger than him. The fruit could make him stronger, give him an edge in a world where only the strong survived. The thought of becoming stronger, of finally having some sort of power, was hard to ignore. He wanted to be more than just some guy scraping by in the streets. Maybe, just maybe, the fruit would finally give him the strength he needed to survive in this harsh world.
But doubt crept in. What if it wasn't the kind of power he imagined? What if it was something weak? Maybe a fruit that turned him into something as insignificant as a jacket-jacket fruit. What would he do with that? A power like that wouldn't get him far. But… what if it was a powerful Logia-type fruit? The thought made his heart race. Could he be strong? Could he be invincible?
He felt torn. Part of him wanted to just get rid of it, to avoid the risk and the potential consequences. But another part of him—the part that had been struggling every day to survive—begged for the power that fruit might offer.
The next day, Blizz returned to the docks, a knot of unease settling in his stomach. The morning sunlight barely touched the busy harbor as workers shouted orders and the constant sound of crates being lifted echoed around him. He felt the familiar rhythm of the place, but something was different today—he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
He had a nagging thought at the back of his mind: What if they noticed the Devil Fruit was missing from the crate? He had taken it in such a rush, hardly thinking about the consequences. Now, as he walked through the bustling docks, the guilt crept up on him. His fingers brushed against the pocket where the fruit had been hidden the night before, and he couldn't help but wonder if someone would realize it was gone.
Blizz tried to push the thought away, telling himself he had no choice. He needed the power the fruit could give him. But that didn't make the unease go away. What if he'd made a mistake? What if the workers or, worse, the supervisor noticed the missing fruit and came after him?
He glanced around, his heart rate quickening. He couldn't let anyone see him acting strange. He had to blend in, pretend like everything was normal. But inside, his mind was racing.
But what choice did he have? He had to come back, he needed the money, Unless he wants to starve himself.
Blizz gritted his teeth and tried to focus on his work, but the anxiety gnawed at him, like a constant whisper in the back of his mind. Should he have even taken the fruit? Was it worth the risk? Every passing minute made the guilt and fear grow heavier in his chest, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking on a razor's edge.
Blizz worked in a daze, unloading more crates. His hands ached, but it was the kind of work he had learned to tolerate. Every time a crate was lifted, every time he dropped it with a thud against the floor of the warehouse, his thoughts inevitably returned to the fruit. It was a constant pull at the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn't scratch. The more he thought about it, the more the decision seemed like it was made for him. Who was he kidding? What other choice did he have? His body was weak. His life had been one of struggle and poverty. But the fruit, it was a promise of something more.
Blizz's hands paused as he reached for another crate. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling the salty sea air. The fruit was in his pocket, and now that he had thought about it so much, it felt like it was calling to him more than ever. Was it time? Could he eat it now? Could he take the leap into the unknown?
He looked around, making sure no one was watching. He pulled the fruit from his pocket, his fingers brushing against its smooth surface. The blue color was vibrant in the fading daylight, and its strange appearance seemed almost inviting now. The weight of it in his hand felt strangely comforting.
His heart raced as he stared at it. What was he afraid of? The truth was, he didn't care about the swimming part. There were worse things in life than the inability to swim. In fact, he had always hated the sea. He had lived too long on the edges of it, working alongside it but never fully part of it. This fruit, whatever its powers were, was his chance to finally break free.
With a deep breath, Blizz made up his mind. He wasn't going to let fear control him. He wasn't going to let hesitation stop him from reaching for the future he had always dreamed of. This fruit was his chance.
Before he could change his mind, he bit into the fruit. The taste was strange, sour yet sweet, and as soon as he swallowed the first bite, he felt a rush of energy surge through him. It wasn't a typical feeling. There was a sense of power, of something awakening deep inside him. His body tensed, his muscles reacting as though they had been suddenly energized.
And then, the world around him began to shift. It was subtle at first, a slight tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, but it quickly grew more intense. His skin felt hot, like it was burning from the inside out, but not in a painful way. It was more like an awakening, like something was unlocking deep within him.
Blizz's heart pounded in his chest. He had done it. He had eaten the devil fruit.
What would happen next? What powers would he gain? Could he control this newfound strength? A thousand questions raced through his mind, but for the first time in a long time, he felt something more than just fear. He felt hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the turning point. Maybe the strength he needed was finally within his reach.
But even as his mind buzzed with excitement, part of him couldn't help but wonder—what would be the consequences? Was the price worth it? He was about to find out.