Insistent Assistant 1 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Kejmur

-VB-

Insistent Assistant

Chapter 1

-VB-

“So you’re in a pickle, huh?”

“Obviously,” I grumbled as I pulled at the fishing pole. The line went taut as I reeled in my breakfast.

By my side, my companion stared at the fish I brought up and grimaced.

“What the hell is that? Is it even edible?”

I shrugged even as the fish’s pouty lips and large eyes made it look … odd. Unpalatable. Unfortunately for the fish, my friend and I needed food to survive on this godforsaken island. I grabbed it by its tail and then smashed it into the unforgiving rocky ground. There was a splat and the fish spasmed in my grasp. I tossed it into the hole my friend made and then turned back to hook a worm into the fishing hook.

It’s been five days since I have been stranded here, and I’ve learned that food never came easily.

For example, fishing. I have been fishing on this remote oceanic and tropical island for the better part of three hours with dawn right in the middle of that time span, and have caught a total of four fishes. I wasn’t even sure if they were all edible.

“You know, you could also be fishing, too.”

The muscular man, my companion and “friend,” gave me a look. “You know me. I don’t fish.”

I grumbled. Of all people to have with me, Thorkell the Tall was … nice?

See, I knew where I was. Being on a lone island in the middle of nowhere might not have given me the information I needed to determine my location, but I have been given that information before being stranded here.

I didn’t choose to be here, you know. The people responsible for my situation, a bunch of weirdos who called themselves the Society of Robs, put this power inside of me.

The power to have … companions!

It was as if they didn’t trust me to be sociable or interesting enough because I was sure that they were spying on me at this very moment! Fuck! I can’t even think about masturbating because at least one of those fuckers had to be looking at me at any given moment!

… Thorkell here just popped up out of nowhere no more than an hour after I found myself here on this island. In East Blue.

In One Piece.

To my utter happiness, Thorkell could teach me how to survive the utter bullshit of this world. With only a month of training, I was stronger than I had ever been or would have been. Unfortunately, I needed to eat (Thorkell didn’t but wanted to), so instead of going through the shounen training montage~!, I was here fishing and have been every morning for the past month. Maybe if I had a support network, then I might have grown even more and faster.

Technically-.

“FISH!”

I looked up and gawked at what just popped up on the surface of the ocean.

No more than half a football field away, the head of a sea king just popped up and stared at me and Thorkell.

I almost pissed in my only pair of pants. What I did was grab my fishing pole and start to run away.

But Thorkell grabbed me by the waist.

“What the fuck are you do-?!” I shouted and looked up.

And paled when I saw how excited my companion was.

“No. No. No no no no no NO NO NO NO NO - !” I screeched towards the end.

But Thorkell wasn’t listening. He didn’t care.

He just wanted to fight, and not being able to “fight” me for a month, this sea king was not only his chance to fight but to eat like he likes to.

And so.

He jumped.

I screamed like a little girl while he laughed as we soared up in a low arc, and then slammed into the surprised sea king’s face.

It didn’t do much. Thorkell wasn’t Luffy or Shanks. All he did by planting both of his feet into the sea king’s nose was make it scrunch a little.

And from the way the sea king glared at us, it was merely pissed.

The thing opened its mouth, showing us its rows and rows of serrated teeth, and roared. I screamed in sync.

And Thorkell punched at one of its many, many teeth. It broke off, he grabbed it, and stabbed it up into the roof of its mouth.

The sea king screeched as it jerked away in a snap, but by then, Thorkell broke off another tooth and dragged me along as he grabbed a bunch of the sea king’s flesh and pulled us both up back to its face.

It saw us.

But it was too late to stop Thorkell from stabbing its own teeth into the top of its head and then jump-stomp into it.

It must have struck something because the sea king’s eyes rolled up and its entire body spasmed.

He laughed like a maniac as he rode out the ride, and I kept screaming - now complete with tears and snot - as we rode out the sea king’s death throes.

It was the worst day of my life, especially so since the sea king’s meat tasted like ass.