"Ughhh..."

Was heard near the shore.

It was a groan coming from a man lying barely conscious in the middle of the sand among seaweed, pieces of wood, and with severe wounds all over his body. An infamous pirate known as Trafalgar Water Law.

The man was barely conscious after being shipwrecked. He was weak and injured, barely aware of his surroundings. The only thing he was aware of was that he was on the sand, of the sea water wetting half his body every time a small wave approached, and of the sound of approaching footsteps.

His blurred vision only allowed him to see a shadow before he lost consciousness completely.

After a couple of days the pirate finally awoke. Opening his eyes heavily, he looked around the small room where he was, lying on a bed and with his body bandaged; though not very well to tell the truth.

"Where the hell am I?"