Dreamer of Dreams
How important are dreams? Chasing things beyond us sometimes grant us strength to surpass limits, to courageously endure for our vision. Over time a Pirate’s own became misconstrued, failures, losses piled up and his grandeur became murky. Losing a partial, vital piece of essence.
Children call them dreams, but upon nurture, it was called Ambition! Without having a strong-self interest, he couldn’t relate or jump the hurdle for others, initially sought. Now rectification came to retrieve what was lost. The First-Stage to Healing.
By plucking his lost spirit within obscurity, a reversion of his zenith came.
That horrendous fog vaporized to magnificent sunlight. Matured figure of the boy-to-be, extended his arm’s out, it was time to go home.
In their embrace, unbridled warmth quaked from a reunion of resolve.
A wide-spread grin surfaced externally Captain’s injuries stung, ached, nevertheless something swelled within himself, the belief to achieve, in absolution.
He sprung a bounce to his soles, kip-up. With finesse, began reassembling his own mind-games against his Skull Brethren, since started off this way, donning his original attire, fetching dual-blade’s of Hingan that were sworn off to prevent incidental death. Black-blood face paint ran across his eyelids, not only repulsing the dead itself; used to aid him in becoming brave that required adversity, now just meant to trigger Sol's distress.
Sol took aim to shoot-down Captain’s butterfly who came from the cabin’s keyhole to cause misdirection, the spirit-guide, named Perish, fluttered between his limbs, barely evading swatting and squishing attempts.
Soon found himself pulverized by a door that flew off the hinges suddenly as the Seeker sprinted with full on collision from a drop-kick, then surfboarding it, trampling his rib-cage. “Always told ye t’ fix that blimey door!” Giving a befitting punishment to the Shipwright, squished with the cabin’s door on him, Kuro kicked Sol’s silver-wind pistol into the waters, then blitzed towards climbing to the top-mast where their sail-flag awaited. Mistbeard’s mask still onlooking their pirate-battle.
The ex-Garlean conscript, struggled temporarily, wind knocked out of him, before angrily following pursuit, spare pistol <Live Free> brought out taking shots at the climbing cat-folk, who intelligibly utilized line-of-sight climbing alongside the mast’s with his heritage-expertise, forcing the gun-wielder to pursue, climbing up to the top with sheer agitation, this would be done in a duel-fashion now.
Atop the mast, where they’d wage their last-sequence as blood-brothers turned enemies. Sol finally arrives behind in his pursuit, seeing Captain more closely. He was unnerved, a deplorable golden-crest smile was on him, the markings of jolly, complete fulfillment, it always brought him anger. As if a Sun was looking beneath him, nothing he could do would discourage the heat, his traditional means to kill, erase, all left meaningless in pursuit. His brow twitched into a frown.
That deviant-rogue staring across him spoke, “Thanks t’ ye mate. I found irreplaceable value in me. I’m afraid… I’ll b’ stealing n’ cucking ye, again of something. Could race to see who reaches ascension firstly or lastly there! Like ol’ times… But I’ve got t’ slay your dark-cloud, it’s cramping my vibes.” Candidly bringing back a memento, it’s like time-flowed back, to not-long-ago, they used to rock-paper-scissors for who rigged, or climbing up on the masts, doing contests to one-up another in brotherly competition.
“Also – I’ve decided. I’ll become a King.” Calmness and overwhelming peace said with a matter-of-fact from the Scoundrel’s following words, after the storm-breeze howled.
Sol, overtaken by envy, frustratingly growled, “...Y-You can’t just decide that!” Where did this abundance of confidence come from? Teeth grinding and grating together blood rushing into his temple. His concentration was caught lacking and those winds nearly took him off balance, but Miqo'te remained perfectly still…
Energy shifted in an instantaneous, an explosiveness out-cried from Captain with a thunderous shout of his declaration. A Challenge against ALL of Destiny, Fate, anything in-between was committed, throughout the rumbling tides and passed air. “I’ll become King ov’ th’ LIVING!” A dream so far-above, outlandish, impossible echoed. Jolly laughter tantalizingly followed, against Sol’s ire, a splitting image of their own Founder was reminded.
To know, Living is to understand the existence of infinity! There was no-one way to live. This particular Pirate knew this and had connection to everything that resided between the spectrum's, life to death, and was born from a Mother’s Light and Father’s Shadow. Be that as it may, he ambitiously stared at the path of transcendence. Unwavering determination highlighting his visage.
Upon his crew and varied people across in adventuring, to most-natural or supernatural, soul’s encountered. All uplifting and inspiring him to heights leaving their imprints, scars, traces upon his singular vessel, these were the stupendous keepsakes, to preserve! Wanting this stead. Survival was instinctual because this was his perceived ultimate treasure.
A challenge traversed the realm, shaking with a bewilderment of unyielding certainty.
An individual-cloaked frozen-between-time peered over to the skies and gave halt from galloping.
They who stood at the highest summit, a GIANT, woke from disruption. Hinted with Captain’s Presence, awakening.
Enraged Sol, lashed out in foul spite, fear, quivering and whining jealousy, “Nonsense. Die, Die, Die!” Pulling his trigger, reloading with rapid-fire, pupils went bloodshot from crazed-fury.
The amber-eye, determined Seeker, predicted the trajectory of every fired-shot just by familiarizing Sol’s aim, countering by sliding against bullets with his dual-blades shield, deflecting and parrying him, to having them shred against his flesh in minor grazes, fearlessness, continued forth closing distance. Where Sol was useless in.
They battled akin to this when pint-sized deckhands, back then using bb-guns or slingshots versus wooden kendo, this entire scene felt like reversed-time.
Captain with a blade-rising upwardly in the air, spun his blade with realignment allowing glaring-rays, letting what all others were seeing. Sunlight had broken throughout the canopies of those undesirable clouds, vanquishing them.
His steel-reflecting light, brought a blindness causing the Raen to misfire, his last shot in the chamber, the Seeker predicting this response, taking advantage of his discombobulated state, gave a devastating cross-slash against the Raen’s bare-chest, secondary dual-strike following-through with momentum to strike his gun-slinging wrist, forcing a disarming in one flawless-swoop.
♫Undefeatable♫ - Reference - Last Chapter
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So I watched Once Upon a Studio last night…
I cried… a lot!
Just when I thought Feed the Birds couldn’t emotionally fuck me up further Richard Sherman rocks up and proves me wrong!
Up until yesterday THIS:
Was the saddest use of Feed the Birds but nope THIS:
Just took the cake 😭😭
On another note:
Best moments: Jim Hawkins solar surfing through Sisu and Oswald just strolling onto the screen at the end
Also wasn’t expecting to get jumpscared by Bobby Driscoll but I am not opposed - Give me that nostalgia!
I’ve also been watching too much Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure cause the 3D versions of Raps and Eugene threw me slightly 😂
This was amazing and made me want House of Mouse back! Please for love of God put it on Disney+
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sanuso, and it's the first Valentine's day the crew spends together, after breakfast Sanji bans everyone from the galley (for this, he profusely apologizes to Nami and Robin, telling them that if they need anything, they can just knock on the door and ask for it), it's only when Robin reminds everyone that it's Valentine's day do they understand why Sanji's cooking and baking shit like crazy,
"oh! Valentine's day!" Luffy says, "Makino always gave us chocolate to me and Ace, to Dadan too, and then we would steal her chocolate and eat it."
with that, everyone starts recalling when they used to on the 14th, it's not until Luffy's stomach starts rumbling again do they get closer to the galley once again, inside, Sanji's moving around like a possessed man with only one mission: to make Valentine's treats, there's this big ass basket there, next to little boxes, and it's not difficult to know who are the ones that'll get the basket,
except, when it's much later and Sanji's giving everyone their treats, does Usopp notice that he hasn't given Nami and Robin the basket, they each have a little pink box between their hands, smiling knowingly at Usopp,
confused, (nervous, feeling like he's about to die) he goes to the galley, finding Sanji there, which isn't a surprise at all, what's surprising is that he's holding the giant ass basket towards Usopp, his face all shades of red,
(ah, so that's why everyone had laughed when Usopp mentioned how lucky Nami and Robin where to get such a nice and caring gift)
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