One Piece isn’t the only treasure in the sea;;
⚡ [ It was raining, a surprisingly good way to accentuate the horrible state the town he was walking through was in. Furrowing his eyebrows, Wally’s green eyes dart from one ruined house to the other, a frown pulling down his lips. It was destruction, obliteration, plain and simple.The people on the island who had likely died long ago, during his childhood or perhaps even before he was born, had been given no chance of escape. He recognizes it, the horrors a buster call can cause. Wildlife is already overgrown around things, and the poor island seems as if it is only still above water from pure determination alone.
Ohara. That was the name of it. The land filled with scholars and archeologists who knew how to read ponyglyphs. Birth place of one of the most wanted people in the world; Nico Robin, and it’s only survivor.
“Just more proof about how the government is utter shit.”
Running a hand through his wild hair, Wally looks at the destruction once more. It just makes his conviction to leave the only life he’d known strengthen. Cipher Pol Number 9, the Cipher group that shouldn’t exist. Clenching his fists and grinding his teeth, Wally tries to forget the acts he was part of, the pain he’s caused, the things he’s done; all before he realized how wrong everything was. Some would argue it wasn’t his fault due to him only being a child when he was taken in and trained to be how he was, the perfect government dog and assassin, but that doesn’t cut it for him.
He’d make it right.
Somehow.
Wally West is twenty three years old and decides he’s leaving the marines.
He turns to head towards his boat, before tensing as he senses someone nearby. His head snaps up and towards the person and his own green eyes meet a pair of blue. Surprised, Wally winces. He’s still in his old uniform, and it feels constricting and disgusting and too marine while this other person is wearing get up that is similar to that of pirates.
He’s at a loss of what to say or do in this situation. ] ⚡
