One piece: Dark Smoker

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Seeing the island, Smoker was filled with excitement.

"A whole month! Do you know what I've been through this past month?!"

"Stuck on this moldy ship, I'm about to go rotten!"

Though Hina was there with him, it didn't help much. The sun beat down from above while the seawater steamed below, leaving them sticky and miserable, with not a single thought left in their heads.

Smoker quickly ran to the side of the ship, reaching down to feel the current.

"Not bad, we're getting closer to the island…"

Hina was equally excited. "Great! Just a little more, and we'll be able to use Moonwalk to get to the island!"

A few hours later, the ship slowly drifted closer to the island. The full view of it unfolded before them—mountains, green trees, and flocks of seagulls circling above.

Smoker and Hina's eyes lit up.

Good, it wasn't just some barren rock.

When they were close enough, they both used Moonwalk to leap onto the island. As their feet hit the ground, they finally felt like they had narrowly escaped death.

You couldn't blame them, really.

Two Devil Fruit users stuck on a broken ship—one good storm or wave and they'd be fish food.

In such a situation, unless you were someone like Aokiji, who didn't fear falling into the water, or Shiki, who could fly, any Devil Fruit user would be anxious.

For a whole month, they had felt like a sword was hanging over their heads, never sleeping with both eyes closed.

Now, standing on solid ground, Smoker immediately used his powers to pull the ship ashore.

They couldn't just let the boat drift away—there were still supplies on board!

Afterward, they found a safe cave and collapsed into a deep sleep, completely exhausted. Who knows how long they slept before finally waking up.

Once they were fully awake, they finally started thinking about what to do next.

Hina asked, "Smoker, what should we do now?"

Smoker shook his head. "Not much we can do. We don't know where we are, so we'll just have to wait and hope a ship comes by to rescue us."

Hina sighed, "Alright... in any case, let's explore the island first."

Smoker had no objections.

The two of them scouted the island, quickly covering its area.

They were in luck—the island had fresh water, fruit, and animals. At least they wouldn't die of thirst or hunger.

The only downside was that this place didn't seem to be on any major route.

Without being on a proper sea lane, no merchant ships or passenger vessels would come by, and without those, there would be no pirate ships. And without pirate ships, no Marines either...

The two exchanged glances, both a little disheartened.

But Smoker, with his usual resilience, waved his hand dismissively.

"Forget about it, no need to be upset... this isn't the Calm Belt, after all. Eventually, a ship will pass by!"

"There's food and water here, so we might as well wait it out."

Hina knew he was trying to cheer her up, so she sighed quietly and nodded.

And so, their life of survival on the island began.

To make their stay more comfortable, Smoker dismantled the pirate ship and built a small wooden hut on the beach.

Though simple, it provided shelter from the wind and rain. Plus, the open view made it easy to spot any passing ships.

Noticing the island was quite damp, Smoker also dug a small underground storage pit among the rocks away from the shore to store food.

Days passed in this monotonous but practical routine.

They searched for supplies by day, and at night, trained together, getting stronger.

Before they knew it, two months had gone by.

One day, the sound of "thud thud" echoed in the sky above the island, followed by bursts of white smoke.

Hina, who had been training in mid-air, was practicing combining her Smoke-Smoke Fruit powers with Moonwalk.

By using the propulsion of smoke, her flight speed had greatly increased, and it was far less tiring now.

While she couldn't yet cross vast oceans, flying around the island multiple times was no longer an issue.

Not only that, but after months of practice, her control over the Smoke-Smoke Fruit had reached a whole new level.

Upon seeing the island, Smoker couldn't contain his excitement.

"A whole month! Do you even know how I've survived this past month?!"

Stuck on a moldy ship, with the stench of everything going bad around him, Smoker felt like he was rotting away too.

Sure, Hina had been there to keep him company, but every day they were scorched by the sun from above, while the seawater steamed from below, making everything sticky and foul. There wasn't a single extra thought he could muster.

Smoker quickly moved to the edge of the ship, reaching out to feel the ocean current.

"Not bad. We're drifting closer to the island..."

Hina was just as excited. "Finally! Just a little closer, and we can use Moonwalk to get ashore!"

A few hours later, their ship sluggishly drifted near the island, and the full view unfolded before them.

There were mountains and lush trees, with seagulls and other birds flying overhead. Both of their eyes lit up in delight.

Good, it wasn't one of those barren islands with only rocks.

Once they got close enough, the two used Moonwalk to leap ashore, finally planting their feet on solid ground.

It felt like escaping death. Who could blame them?

Two Devil Fruit users stuck on a broken ship, always at the mercy of the sea—one storm or a large wave could've easily sent them to a watery grave.

Unless you were someone like Aokiji, who had no fear of the water, or Shiki, who could fly, any Devil Fruit user would have their doubts in a situation like that.

For an entire month, the two of them had lived with a constant sense of danger hanging over their heads, always feeling like there was a sword about to drop. They even had to sleep with one eye open.

Once they reached the island, Smoker used his powers to draw the ship onto the shore. They couldn't just let it drift away—there were still supplies onboard.

They found a safe cave, collapsed inside, and slept like the dead.

It wasn't clear how much time had passed before they finally woke up, but once they did, they could finally start thinking about what to do next.

Hina asked, "Smoker, what should we do now?"

Smoker shook his head. "There's not much we can do. We don't know our exact location, so we'll just have to wait for a ship to pass by and rescue us."

Hina sighed, "I guess you're right... But first, let's explore this island."

Smoker had no objections.

They started exploring the island and soon circled the whole thing. They were lucky—there was fresh water, fruits, and animals, so at least they wouldn't starve or die of thirst.

The only downside was that the island didn't seem to be on any major routes.

Without it being a regular route, merchant ships and cruise ships wouldn't pass by. No pirate ships meant no Marine warships, either.

The two exchanged glances.

In the end, Smoker, who had the better attitude, waved his hand dismissively.

"Forget it. Don't get too down... This isn't the Calm Belt, so eventually, a ship will pass by."

"Besides, there's food, water, and fresh air. We might as well wait it out here," he added.

Hina knew he was trying to cheer her up. She sighed but nodded in agreement.

And so, the two of them began their survival on the island.

To make things more comfortable, Smoker dismantled parts of the pirate ship and built a small cabin on the beach.

It was simple, but at least it kept the wind and rain out. Plus, the open view made it easy to spot any ships passing by.

Given how damp the island was, Smoker also dug a pit in the rocky area further inland to store food.

Days passed in this routine—searching for supplies by day, training by night.

In no time, two months had passed.

One day, strange thudding sounds echoed in the air above the island, followed by bursts of white smoke.

Hina was flying high, combining her Logia powers with Moonwalk.

By using smoke propulsion, she had not only increased her flying speed several times over, but she also conserved more energy.

Though she couldn't fly between islands, she could easily circle the one they were on several times.

After two months of intense training, Hina had gained impressive mastery over the Smoke-Smoke Fruit, much more than Smoker had in the original timeline.

She didn't rely solely on intangibility. Instead, she used the smoke to increase her speed and power. Her techniques might not have been as flashy, but the results were solid. And as her physical strength improved, she would only grow stronger.

At the same time, Smoker stood before a large boulder, raising his right hand slowly.

He was focused, extending his palm as a thin, dark energy snaked out like a whip.

With a sharp crack, the darkness lashed out at the boulder, passing clean through it. The rock split neatly, as if the stone had vanished into thin air.

Smoker grinned.

"It worked!"

"This move... I'll call it Black Whip!"

It was a new technique Smoker had developed. He'd realized that the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit mainly involved control—pulling enemies toward him for close combat.

The darkness he released was chaotic and hard to manipulate. Even the strongest attack, Black Hole, was just a huge area of destruction, relying on brute force to crush enemies caught within.

It was effective, but rigid.

So Smoker began experimenting with shaping the darkness.

As expected, the technique became more flexible, and its power increased.

The abilities of a Devil Fruit weren't set in stone. A lot depended on the user's creativity.

For Blackbeard, darkness meant endless gravity, and his attacks focused on swallowing everything whole. This mindset limited him.

His gravitational pull always originated from his own body, which meant he couldn't avoid attacks and couldn't create a distant source of gravity.

But Smoker didn't have that restriction.

Who said the source of gravity had to be the user?

Who said you couldn't create a remote gravity field?

Who said there had to be only one source?

There were no limits, only imagination.

At that moment, Hina flew over and landed next to Smoker.

"So this is the new technique you've been working on? It's incredible!" she said, impressed.

Smoker wrapped an arm around her waist.

"This is just the beginning... There's much more to come."

The two returned to their cabin, where Tashigi had already grilled several fish. They sat down to eat.

Smoker wolfed down four or five fish, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Still no sign of any ships?"

Hina shook her head. "I've flown around the island several times, but no ships in sight."

"Alright..." Smoker replied, not sounding too disappointed. "No worries, we'll get our chance eventually."

Over the past two months, their relationship had deepened significantly.

Living together in isolation, day and night, with no one else around, they'd found plenty of ways to stay occupied.

If a ship came, great. If not, they weren't in any rush to leave.

"After all, we've got food, water, and each other. What's a few more days?" Smoker added with a grin.

"Tch…" Hina rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of playfulness in her expression, which only made Smoker's heart race.

Just as he was considering taking things further, a distant sound interrupted them.

"Boom! Boom!"

It was a deep, muffled noise, almost like thunder, but different somehow.

Smoker paused. "What was that sound?!"

Hina frowned. "It sounds familiar..."

Suddenly, two more booming sounds followed, and cannonballs rained down.

Their cabin was instantly blown to pieces, engulfed in a fiery explosion.

In the distance, a Marine warship had come to a halt.

Smoke trailed from its cannons, which still glowed from the recent blast.

(End of Chapter)

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