Wealth, power and fame. The man who fought for all of this was Gold Roger, the king of the pirates. When he was executed, his last words were:

"You want my treasure? You can have it. Look for it! Somewhere I have hidden the greatest treasure in the world."
This treasure is the One Piece and it's somewhere on the Grand Line. With that the great pirate age began.

Shinji stood at a window and looked out to sea. The sea was relatively calm, with individual waves lapping over the beach. It was ebb tide and the crabs were frolicking over the large area that had become free. The boy had rested his head on his hand and looked very sad. ° Hachja, you crabs are free ... °. The door slammed open "Hee, Shinji, are you dreaming again? Work is going on, not lazy!" A fat, coarse guy came in with a dripping basket. He called himself Cubo and that is how he was called by the other tyrants. “Yes, that's good, what should I do for you slave drivers today?” The fat man threw something out of his basket at him, right at his head. It was very hard and Shinji fell. "Don't get cheeky boy, you get to a quick end. You have two hours to serve us something decent!" With these words he left again.

Shinji got up and looked into the basket. Crabs. ° Well ... you had bad luck. ° He took out a crab and began to crack its shell with a pestle, while with the other hand he was already stirring some spices and oils together in a bowl.

The Sakushus came from somewhere inland two years ago. First they plundered the small village of Punima, then they killed almost all of the residents, including Shinji's entire family, his parents, grandparents and siblings, with the exception of a few who they now exploited as slaves. Shinji had to cook, all alone for the gang leaders and their little henchmen, as well as for the seventeen surviving slaves. For the latter, however, he was only allowed to use the leftovers from the previous day, but it was still feasible to create quite acceptable meals. There was no free time. He had to get up at 4 a.m. early in the morning and was allowed to finish his work around 11 p.m. So he was granted a full 5 hours. He was already considering poisoning everyone, but of course a slave was always used as a taster.

Shinji nevertheless took it upon himself to overthrow these candelabra at some point, he just didn't know how. At the thought of what had happened, of his family, tears gathered in his eyes. He hit the cancer so hard that it suddenly cracked loudly. Shinji screamed. A large piece of peel had slipped under the nail of his index finger. It hurt like hell and immediately blood oozed from his finger. He left the kitchen and hurried to the boss's office, since at that time only this and Cubo were there.Arrived in front of the door he heard voices and stopped, e pressed down the pain and listened, but only understood chunks of words "Box full of devil fruits ... real fruits? ... Millions of berries ... test authenticity ... I can not ... have powers ... slave ... if is it a real one? ... Throw it into the sea ... "Then Shinji knocked, pretending not to have heard any of this. "Boss! Mr. Marvati! Please help me, my fingers!" "You probably don't have them all anymore, come in here and just scream! Put a band-aid on and that's good" Shinji pulled himself together and nodded. Meanwhile, Marvati and Cubo exchanged looks.

Shinji was about to leave and the boss said again, "Oh Shinji, where you are right now. We received a fruit basket from a slime. Would you please try one so we know that it is not poisoned?" "Why are you acting so kindly? I have to anyway!" "Well recognized, so now eat some damn fruit!" He tossed him a fruit that Shinji caught with ease. "That thing almost looks like a pineapple to me, I gotta sha ..." "Eat it!" Shinji took a bite. At least the boss seemed to have been right in this regard, he didn't feel any peel or anything, the fruit even tasted quite tasty. “Do you notice something?” Shinji hesitated. Yes, he felt something, but knew what they would do with him. "No, there is absolutely nothing." "Then you have no problem with going into the sea now?" "No? Should I? But please prepare your meal beforehand, otherwise the rice will stick together" "Oh just get out of here! "

The Flying Lamb sailed calmly over the sea. Nami and Robin lounge on deck chairs while Sanji served them cool drinks. Usopp tinkered with a water projectile, which he wanted to use against devil power users. Luffy sat in his favorite spot and watched the sea. Zorro slept and Chopper read a current newspaper that a post seagull brought over. Luffy started screaming "Heeeey" everyone else looked at him in horror, except for Zorro. "There's land in sight back there, are we going to anchor there?" "That should be Crabby Island, we can anchor there, new supplies wouldn't be bad either, would it Sanji?" asked Nami. "Yes, Namilein, you're right. Let's anchor there." "Well, then it's decided. Full speed on Crabby Island!"

Shinji was back in the kitchen. A cloth was wrapped around his finger. He had pulled out the shell splinter, but this did not stop the bleeding. ° Do I now have these devil powers? Or not? ° How do I find out without killing myself? ° He looked at the injured hand, actually only because of the injury, but then something struck him. On the palm of the hand, there was a small gap, just a scratch, but that had never been there before. He looked at the other hand and there it was the same.° Okay, and what does that mean? ° He looked around the countertop. There were various vegetables, fruit knives and other kitchen utensils. He picked up a cucumber at random. He took it in his right hand and carefully pushed it into the opening in the left. The crack opened and then sucked in the cucumber. Suddenly he felt a tingling sensation in his right hand and inside, as if he had known all this for ages, the question asked himself ° mix? Out? or save? °. "Out" he muttered to himself and at that moment the cucumber shot out of his right hand and it was pretty quick, slapped against a wall and burst open. ° Poor cucumber ° thought Shinji. Now he wanted to know what this 'mixing' was like. He took another cucumber and put it in his left hand. Again the tingling sensation in the right one, again the question. This time he wanted to mix and immediately knew what to do. He took a banana and slipped it into the crack on the right.

It took a moment, then his stomach rumbled. He lifted his shirt and saw how his navel turned into a hatch from which a strange fruit was now coming, but it was very slow so that he could easily grasp it. The opening closed again. The thing he now had in his hand was incredible, like a mix of banana and cucumber. ° Wooow! I can shoot things and cross things. That sounds funny. I call this thing ... hmm ... the banurke. °