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onepiece_300Title: Time
Word Count: 300
Character(s): Brook
Topic: Myth
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Thriller Bark
Rating: G
Time was such a funny, insidious thing. Brook had long since lost his grasp on it; what use was time in a world where it was always dark? So for years, he scarcely kept track of time, and that was fine by him.
And then, suddenly, it seemed to matter all the more once he was able to step back out into the sun. Rookies were now legends, boys were men, and his own crew were simply babes back when he was a pirate, back when he laughed, back when he sang.
He laughed and sang now, of course, and they were bound to do wonderful things just as he was back then. Brook was never truly cut out to take Yorki’s place, and he knew this. But Luffy, Luffy was a captain through and through. He would succeed. All he had to do was watch them tumble about the ship, providing songs and joy throughout. He could hear the legends now, and in his head, he composed them.
The Amazing Rubber Boy. The Mysterious Archaeologist. The Brilliant Inventor. The Beautiful Thief. The Fierce Swordsman. The Founder of All Blue. The Brave Warrior. The Blue-Nosed Doctor.
And what would he be? Even in a world as fantastic as his, some stories were too ridiculous to believe. The undying man upon a land of zombies stitched limb by limb? The singing skeleton amongst the crew of people more monstrous than even he? No, that was not the stuff of legend. Legends he knew were tales of celebrated triumph, not loss.
He would be something more intangible, more… abstract than that. It made sense, did it not? He was no longer the man who had set out to be a legend, but a skeleton who found joy elsewhere. The Laughing Skull.
Myth.
Word Count: 300
Character(s): Brook
Topic: Myth
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Thriller Bark
Rating: G
Time was such a funny, insidious thing. Brook had long since lost his grasp on it; what use was time in a world where it was always dark? So for years, he scarcely kept track of time, and that was fine by him.
And then, suddenly, it seemed to matter all the more once he was able to step back out into the sun. Rookies were now legends, boys were men, and his own crew were simply babes back when he was a pirate, back when he laughed, back when he sang.
He laughed and sang now, of course, and they were bound to do wonderful things just as he was back then. Brook was never truly cut out to take Yorki’s place, and he knew this. But Luffy, Luffy was a captain through and through. He would succeed. All he had to do was watch them tumble about the ship, providing songs and joy throughout. He could hear the legends now, and in his head, he composed them.
The Amazing Rubber Boy. The Mysterious Archaeologist. The Brilliant Inventor. The Beautiful Thief. The Fierce Swordsman. The Founder of All Blue. The Brave Warrior. The Blue-Nosed Doctor.
And what would he be? Even in a world as fantastic as his, some stories were too ridiculous to believe. The undying man upon a land of zombies stitched limb by limb? The singing skeleton amongst the crew of people more monstrous than even he? No, that was not the stuff of legend. Legends he knew were tales of celebrated triumph, not loss.
He would be something more intangible, more… abstract than that. It made sense, did it not? He was no longer the man who had set out to be a legend, but a skeleton who found joy elsewhere. The Laughing Skull.
Myth.
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Date: 2010-05-13 04:35 pm (UTC)Excellent altogether.