Chapter 118

Grandline, Paradise, ???

While shit was hitting the fan between two of the emperor's in the new world Azul and Robin had arrived in a weird place while travelling over the ocean one night.

Standing on some kind of ship that seems to have run atop some riff and as a consequence sunk halfway into the ocean Azul with Robin sitting on his shoulder was observing his surroundings with a dumbfounded expression.

"Where the f.u.c.k are we?" Through his words Robin woke up from her light sleep and began to look around with a sleepy yet curious expression.

"What happened while I was out?" She asked him which in turn dragged Azul out of his musings about this place.

"I'm actually not quite sure. I was just running over the ocean as usual, minding my own business, until fog began to gather around us. I've seen a lot of weird weather phenomena while on the grandline so I didn't think much on it. Though apparently the fog that I ran into brought us to this place, whatever its name is…" Azul replied while hoping from shipwreck to shipwreck all the while wondering what they stumbled upon here.

"Fog? But what makes you think we are somewhere else in the first place?" Robin asked with a bit of confusion written on her face.

"Well, before the fog arrived there was nothing inside the ocean for miles on end. And yet, out of seemingly nowhere, hundreds of wrecked sh.i.p.s appear? That's weird, even for the grandline. Thus I came to the conclusion that we must be somewhere else." Azul answered which caused Robin to nod as his explanation sounded plausible.

"Hmm, I've read about a phenomenon called the rainbow mist before. If sailors sailed into said mist they would disappear from the face of the ocean without a trace. Maybe we entered those mists?" Robin asked after a few minutes of contemplation.

"Huh, isn't that a bummer…" Azul replied in a monotonous voice after which a moment of silence ensued between them with only the slight splashing of the waves against the shipwrecks providing any sounds in the background.

"Sooo, how do we get out of this thing?" Robin asked into the silence to which Azul only shrugged slightly before springing forwards once again in order to explore some more.

The further the two ventured into the graveyard of sh.i.p.s the thicker the mist became and the sh.i.p.s grew lesser and lesser.

After an hour of running Azul stopped in his tracks on top of one of the shipwrecks with a frown on his face. Robin, after glancing down at Azuls frowning face, asked him what the matter was.

Responding with the frown on his face still present Azul said: "I don't know why but it feels to me as if we aren't getting anywhere. As if I were just running on the spot…We really need to get out of this mist. If we don't it won't be long until we run out of food and we both know what happens then…"

"Yes. So do we continue to advance or do we return to where we entered the mists? Maybe we could return to the grandline from there?" Robin said as the situation became increasingly clear to the both of them.

"Let's flip a coin since both have the same possibility of f.u.c.k.i.n.g us over. Makes deciding a lot easier." Azul said with a shrug causing Robin to sweat drop mightily.

"Are you serious? You want to leave such a decision to the flip of a coin?" She asked with wide eyes though Azul didn't seem to care much about her worries as he simply took out a coin and flipped it into the air.

"Heads we head back to the spot from where we entered, Tails we keep going." Sighing to herself Robin nodded and didn't say anything further. Catching the falling coin out of the air Azul slapped it onto the back of his hand and checked which side was facing upwards. It was Heads.

"Well seems like we'll head back. I guess we'll just have to wait for the entrance to open once more." Azul said and turned around to speed back towards the entrance not knowing that they would spend quite some time in those mists they had gotten themselves into…