Sunlight passed through the window of the wooden cabin, brushing gently against Gibs's face.
His eyes opened, and for a brief moment, he hoped yesterday was just a dream. But as his gaze fell on the same newspaper beside the bed, reality struck once again.
"Fuck! It wasn't a dream… I'm really in the One Piece world,"
he muttered, rubbing his face as he exhaled a long sigh.
"Alright," he said to himself, slowly standing up.
"If I want to live here, I need to train hard."
He stretched his arms and glanced toward the small bathroom in the corner.
"But first things first — wash up and eat."
After cleaning himself, Gibs went to the kitchen and cooked a stack of fried eggs and bacon for breakfast.
A few minutes later, as he finished eating, he leaned back and murmured,
"I need a training plan. First, gain weight and muscle. Second, martial arts. Third, train the two types of Haki."
He stepped outside, the salty breeze of the sea brushing against his face.
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Outside the Cabin
He started with the basics — push-ups, squats, and sprints across the sandy beach. Every movement was rough and unrefined, but he pushed through, sweat glistening on his skin.
"Who's gonna carry the boats, son?! Who's gonna carry the boats?!"
he grunted, forcing out another set of push-ups, a phrase he remembered from an old motivational video.
After finishing his basic workout and resting for a few minutes, he moved on to combat practice — punches, kicks, and breathing exercises. His muscles screamed in protest, but he refused to give in.
Hours passed. The sun was already dipping toward the horizon when Gibs finally collapsed onto the sandy ground, panting heavily.
Flashes of his old life came rushing back. The noise, the screen, the shot — the bang that ended it all.
He clenched his fist.
"I won't be weak again. I've been given a second chance… and this time, I'll be strong."
By the end of the day, Gibs returned to his cabin, his body aching from exhaustion.
As he headed for the kitchen, he noticed his food supply — barely enough for a day or two.
"Damn," he sighed. "I need to hunt for food tomorrow… or I'll starve to death."
He let out a small laugh, unsure whether to cry or find it funny.
"I'll worry about it tomorrow. For tonight, I feast — with whatever nutrients I've got left."
"So… tomorrow, hunt for food. Maybe find a village to buy and sell some things," he thought, eyelids growing heavy.
"Time to sleep. Nothing else to do anyway—no phone, which sucks. I could use some music right now…"
His voice trailed off as sleep finally claimed him.
TO BE CONTINUE