"Pirate?" He whispered to himself, still concealed within the shadows.
The pirates dropped their anchor and disembarked from the ship onto the creaking wooden bridge. "Let's get 'em all!" They exclaimed, their voices laced with malice.
A sly smile crept across Gojo's face. "Maybe I can extract some information from these guys."
The night was the perfect cover for an assault on the unsuspecting village, its inhabitants lost in deep slumber. Brandishing their weapons, the pirates raised them toward the sky before surging forward, intent on unleashing chaos.
Gojo's visibility was limited, the dim glow of the streetlights barely piercing the darkness. He observed the pirates as they advanced, his own movements silent and calculated as he slipped through the shadows toward their ship. "Let's see if there's anything valuable inside," he mused, his voice barely audible. "This ship is monstrously huge."
Spotting the rope the pirates had used to descend, he seized it and scaled the vessel's side. Unbeknownst to him, this world was far more perilous and savage than the jujutsu realm he once knew. The notion that he could no longer wield Limitless, Six Eyes, or Cursed Energy had not yet dawned on him—he had assumed he would live freely, untouched by violence. Yet this was merely the prelude to his unfolding nightmare.
"First, find food. Second, take a long, uninterrupted nap."
The thought lingered in his mind as he strolled casually across the dock, fatigue weighing on him after hours without proper rest. He rummaged through the ship, flinging open doors only to discover empty sake barrels and rotting fruit remnants.
"Just how destitute are these so-called pirates?" He tossed aside a half-eaten, spoiled fruit in disgust. "I'll wait for them to return with provisions. But first… sleep."
His eyelids drooped shut, and he collapsed onto the floor, succumbing to exhaustion in the belly of an enemy ship.
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Meanwhile, the pirates stormed the village, their rampage of slaughter and theft in full swing—while Gojo lay vulnerable and unconscious aboard their vessel.
"Kill anyone who resists!" The captain barked.
"Aye aye, Captain!"
Drunk on bloodlust, they were more than eager to butcher anyone who dared oppose them.
Bam! Bam!
A pirate fired at a door's lock, kicking it open to reveal a couple mid-passion—a man in his thirties and a younger woman. Both shrieked at the intrusion, but before they could react, another shot rang out.
Bam!
The man crumpled onto the bed, clutching his wounded hand. The woman hastily wrapped herself in a blanket, stifling her screams to avoid further provocation.
"Well, well… a woman,"one pirate sneered, unfastening his trousers. "Time for a lesson."
"P-Please… don't do this to me," the woman pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I'll give you anything—money, food—just please… don't touch me."
The pirate pressed the barrel of his gun against her temple, his grin widening. "Oh, I'll have my fun with you first… then I'll take everything else. Tererere." His laughter was guttural as he clambered onto the bed, his intentions unmistakable.
"P-Please… don't hurt her or I'll kill all of you!" The wounded man's voice was ragged, desperation clawing at his words.
"Die."
Bam! Bam!
Another pirate fired, the bullet tearing through the man's skull. Blood sprayed across the room as the lifeless body slumped forward. The assailant wasted no time, snatching valuables before sauntering out, leaving his comrade to his depravity.
Outside, smoke coiled into the night sky. The village was a tableau of suffering—children wailing, parents clutching their dead, women dragged away to be violated or sold. Despair clung to the air like a suffocating fog. Houses and shops burned, their flames painting the darkness in hues of orange and red.
This was the handiwork of Captain Bazzarelli's crew, reveling in their captain's flawless plan. With no marines to oppose them, their cruelty knew no bounds.
"Fall back."
The captain's voice cut through the chaos as he swigged from a bottle of liquor, his sword and pistol strapped to his waist. His men trailed behind him, hauling their sobbing captives.
"Aye, Cap'n! These bitches'll fetch a fine price, eh?"
"We'll use 'em as we please before sellin' 'em off."
"That's our Captain Bazzarelli! Turururu!"
"First, a feast tonight. Tomorrow, we will raid the next village."
"Aye! The legendary captain with a 13-million-berry bounty!"
The crew trudged back to their anchored ship, relieved to find it undisturbed.
"Lock the women below. Gag 'em, bind their hands and legs—no screams, no escapes."
One pirate smirked. "Aye, Cap'n."
The captain boarded first, followed by the prisoners and his crew. Yet as they reclaimed their stronghold, Gojo remained sprawled on the deck, lost in oblivious slumber.
Hmm?
"Hold!" The captain's voice was a razor's edge.
"What's wrong, Cap'n?"
"You deaf? There's a sound on deck."
Silence stretched—then the rhythmic drone of snoring.
"An intruder."
"Arms ready!"
The metallic *clicks* of cocked firearms filled the air as the pirates fanned out, weapons drawn. The captain lingered at the rear, his jaw clenched.
'How far the Bazzarelli Pirates have fallen… To let some rat infiltrate my ship. Pathetic.'
"Find him. Drag him to me—alive."
"Aye aye, sencho!"
The crew moved in formation, eyes darting, weapons poised. Some guarded the flanks, others the rear—no blind spots. Whoever this fool was, he wouldn't live to regret his trespass.
Their swords and guns thirsted for blood, footsteps thundering across the deck as Gojo's snoring grew louder. The pirates hesitated momentarily before advancing, their eyes locking onto an unknown tall figure sprawled carelessly on the floor.
"Captain! We've found the intruder!"
One of the pirates snorted in derision.
"Good."
The captain and his underlings encircled the sleeping boy, who lay as if he owned the ship. "Wake him!"
A boot slammed into Gojo's abdomen, jolting him awake with a sharp cough.
Dawn's faint light left visibility poor, but as Gojo's eyes flickered open, the captain froze—flooded with cold sweat. Those dazzling blue eyes burned through him like twin stars before Gojo promptly dozed off again.
'What the hell was that?' The captain's hands trembled. 'Did I just feel fear from a glance?'
"How is he asleep again? Insolent bastard!"
Veins bulge along Bazzarelli's neck, fury overriding his earlier dread. This disrespect was unforgivable. He drew his pistol, teeth gritted.
"Rest in peace, you sleeping fool."
Bam! Bam!
Two shots rang out, aimed point-blank at Gojo's prone form.
"Did you get him, Captain?"
"Idiot! When has the captain ever missed?"
"Never! That's why he's the East Blue's most feared—worth 13 million berries! Kaaakakaka!"
"Oi," the captain barked. "Dump the corpse overboard. Death awaits those who defy me."
"Yes, sir!"
"Huh?" The pirates gaped at the empty space where the body should've been. "Captain! He's gone!"
"Gone? What do you mean?"
"T-The body vanished and there was no trail of blood!"
'A Devil Fruit user?' The captain's mind raced. "Find him! Kill him now!"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
Unbeknownst to them, Gojo's body had reacted instinctively, moving faster than the bullets. He emerged from the shadows, azure eyes glowing as he closed in on the captain.
"Captain, I was just catching some sleep—nowhere else to go, y'know?" Gojo draped an arm over Bazzarelli's shoulders, casually as if chatting with an old friend.
Every gun aboard swung toward him, but Gojo remained oblivious to the pirates' notoriety. The captain wrenched himself free, sweat beading on his brow. "Who the hell are you?"
"Gojo… Satoru Gojo." His voice was languid, almost bored.
"Gojo, huh? Are you a pirate hunter?"
The question gave him pause. "Pirate hunter? What's that?"
"Don't play dumb! Here to claim my bounty?"
"Like I said, no clue what you're on about." Gojo sighed, then perked up as the scent of liquor hit him. "Ah! That smells amazing."
With the carefree air of a man without a care in the world, he strolled toward the deck's stash of food and drink, savoring each bite and sip—utterly indifferent to the arsenal trained on him…