The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore echoed softly along the golden sands. A warm sea breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, blending with the distant cries of seagulls beneath the clear blue sky. Amid this calm, a young man lay unconscious among scattered driftwood and seaweed. His damp black hair clung to his forehead, and on his left wrist, a strange watch glimmered faintly in the sunlight, hinting at a hidden power that had just entered this unfamiliar world.
A faint groan escaped his lips as his fingers twitched against the warm sand. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, blinking several times against the blinding sunlight above. The rhythmic sound of the waves was oddly soothing, but the dull throbbing in his head quickly reminded him something wasn't right.
"Ugh, what… happened?" he mumbled, raising one hand to his forehead. The world around him spun slightly as he tried to sit up, his body heavy and unsteady. He winced.
"Am I drowning?? No, there was lightning… the pool… and then—" His eyes widened slightly as fragmented memories flashed through his mind. A flash of light. A strange current. Darkness.
He looked down at his wrist. The watch was still there, faintly glowing with a pale blue light.
"This isn't home," he muttered under his breath. "Where the hell am I?"
As he steadied himself, sitting upright at last, Ren scanned the horizon—endless ocean to one side, dense tropical trees on the other. The air was unfamiliar, the sky too clear, and everything felt...different.
Ren slowly got to his feet, still a bit unsteady as the dizziness faded. He brushed sand off his clothes, then glanced once more at the strange, endless sea in front of him. The breeze was warm, the sun high, and the horizon stretched farther than anything he'd seen back home.
"This really isn't Earth," he muttered. "It feels… too alive."
He began walking along the shoreline, his bare feet sinking slightly into the wet sand with each step. Bits of driftwood, seashells, and seaweed were scattered along the coast. Seagulls circled above, their cries distant but constant, and the only other sound was the rhythmic whisper of waves.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, alert. Though it was calm, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched or that something was out of place. Every now and then, he glanced down at his watch. Its soft glow had shifted, now pulsing faintly with a greenish hue.
"Elemental response… wind?" he guessed. "Why would it react here?"
Up ahead, he noticed what looked like remnants of a small campfire—ashes, charred sticks, and the faint scent of smoke still lingering. Kneeling beside it, Ren narrowed his eyes.
"Someone was here recently…" he murmured. "Maybe they can tell me where the hell I am."
Just as he stood up, a voice shouted in the distance.
"Oi! You there!"
Ren turned sharply toward the source, instincts kicking in. His fingers hovered near the watch on his wrist as a shadow approached from beyond the palm trees.
From behind the palm trees, a boy no older than sixteen stepped out, wearing a red vest, blue shorts, and a worn-out straw hat that flapped slightly in the breeze. He grinned brightly as he jogged closer.
"Yo!" the stranger waved cheerfully. "You lost or something?"
Ren blinked, his mind racing. Wait, i know that face...that straw hat...red vest and that blue short jeans no doubt about it. That has to be him. But he's younger, maybe this is before everything started, and that mean i was in foosha village.
He quickly pushed the thought aside and forced a neutral expression. "Yeah... I think i am."
The boy tilted his head. "You washed up from the sea or something?"
"Looks like it," Ren replied, carefully avoiding giving any real details.
"Where are you from?" the boy asked.
"Somewhere...Far," Ren said simply. "Really far. I don't think you'd know the place."
The boy stared at him for a second, then gave a carefree shrug. "Doesn't matter! You hungry? I've got food back at the village. It's not much, but I hate eating alone."
Ren hesitated. "You're… awfully trusting, aren't you?"
The boy laughed. "Makino says I trust people too easily, but I dunno. You don't seem dangerous."
Ren glanced at his wrist—the watch had gone dim again, but its surface pulsed faintly, as if responding to something in the boy's presence.
"What's that thing on your arm?" the boy asked curiously.
Ren covered it with his hand instinctively. "Just something from home."
"Cool," the boy grinned, already turning back toward the forest path. "Come on, the village isn't far. You can rest there."
Ren watched him walk ahead, still in disbelief. So this is Monkey D. Luffy, before the seas knew his name... before the hat became legend.
He took a deep breath and followed. For now, it was better to play along and not reveal how much he already knew.
"Hey, if you don't mind it how old are you?" Ren asked luffy to confirm what year right now.
"Huh?...me? I'm Sixteen, a year before i plan set sail to The Sea and chase my dream!...shishishi".
Hearing this, Ren can't help but smile at his spirit, He is truly the embodiment of main character
"Oh yeah, I'm Ren... Ren Zavier, what's your name?" Ren asked luffy even though he already knew it. Luffy stopped in his tracks and turned to Ren with his hand holding his straw hat and grinned "I am Monkey D. Luffy, A man who will become a Pirate King! Remember that...".