One Piece: Reborn as Satoru Gojo

One Piece? It's not exactly the dream world I'd have chosen for reincarnation. it's a brutal free-for-all with psychopaths and sea monsters. Not my vibe.

But then again—Satoru Gojo's powers? Now that's a game-changer. Infinite techniques, near invincibility—what could possibly go wrong?

I started plotting. Maybe I'd lay low, and become a merchant. No, I knew nothing about trading. How about a farmer? I'd grow exotic crops, keep weird animals, and retire to a quiet life. But that idea screamed "boring" I'll leave this idea until I'm at least 40.

Fine. Plan C: make a splash, become a Warlord, and secure my island. But wait—didn't the government disband them? Then hunt them down like rabid dogs?

Damn it, okay Plan D: … Uh, yeah, I don't have one.

Before I could spiral further into existential dread, my thoughts were rudely interrupted.

After that monster wolf had feasted on me, my consciousness felt like it was deprived of my body. And then I finally felt it, but when I opened my eyes, what I saw was not what I expected to see.

There wasn't a forest, beach, some house, or ship. Just an endless horizon of ocean, the sun blazing in a clear blue sky, and nothing under my feet.

At that moment, panic took over me completely. My heart was pounding like crazy, and my thoughts were racing, but there was no point in them–I was falling.

There were about 20-25 meters between me and the water. The wind was whistling in my ears, and the ocean was rapidly approaching. But I didn't even have time to figure out how to save myself, as I crashed into the water with a loud splash. 

The impact was so strong that for a moment all the air was knocked out of me. 

Darkness enveloped me, cold and suffocating. My ears rang, my chest burned, and my muscles decided they'd had enough of my nonsense. Panic clawed at me as I kicked upward, each stroke slower than the last.

When I finally broke the surface, the sunlight felt like a punch to the face. I gasped, coughing and choking, trying to get my bearings. The ocean rocked me like a sadistic babysitter, and the only thing in sight was water. Just endless, soul-crushing water.

"Not again!" A sad cry from the soul came out of the chest.

"So, uh, what now?" I croaked.

I looked around me again, but everything was the same, just the endless ocean.

"Calm down, think, don't panic, just think," I told myself, trying to maintain hope.

I quickly flipped through my memories, but now I had something else that I regret not having done. I should have punched that nasty femboy in the face with all my might.

But after that, I calmed down and continued to think about my situation.

And very quickly I came up with only one idea that could help me survive, only help because there was nothing that would guarantee my survival in such situation.

I had to conserve energy and stay afloat. The first thing I had to accept was that panicking or rushing around would only tire me out faster.

I remembered reading once that the human body can float naturally if it is relaxed enough. Relaxing in the middle of the ocean? Easier said than done, but did I have a choice?

"Okay," I said out loud, "you can do it."

I rolled over onto my back, spreading my arms and legs wide. Salt water splashed around my ears and face, and for a moment I thought I was drowning.

But then I tilted my head back slightly and let my body go limp. Gradually, I began to float. It wasn't perfect—I felt the wave pull me off balance every now and then—but it was enough to keep my head above water.

But the ocean wasn't still. Each passing wave lifted me, then dropped me with a sickening lurch.

The worst part was that my mind wouldn't settle. It conjured up endless scenarios—sharks or something worse circling beneath me, storms on the horizon, or my body giving up and pulling me into the abyss.

"No, don't think like that."

To keep the panic at bay, I focused on the little things. The sound of the waves. The warmth of the sun. The rhythm of my breathing. I imagined myself back on solid ground, lying in a field under a blue sky. Anything to make the vast emptiness around me seem less daunting.

Well, it wasn't the first time, but I was able to calm my mind and just exist. I just lay on the water and looked at the sky. All I could do was hope, just believe, no, beg God, anyone, that my eyes would finally spot a ship on the horizon.

Time crawled. I watched the sun inch across the sky, trying to gauge how long I had until nightfall. Because if I was still out here by then? Let's just say I wasn't optimistic about my chances.

Then, it happened.

A sharp pain stabbed through my leg, so sudden and intense that I yelped and flailed. My heart leaped into overdrive as I glanced down at my leg.

Blood.