One Piece: Jungle Juice

1st POV

*Two Years Later*

The years quickly passed, and while I could complete my small log cabin eventually, I still needed some funds to get food, pens/books, and basic plumbing. All the while progress on the three books I was able to save was...going smoothly so to speak. I was able to piece a few pages together that made some sense but nothing concrete, and the largest book, the one I wasn't concentrated on turned out to be various maps each one with an X on them, in similar locations.

I think I grabbed it because it was with the other two and I was in a hurry and it wasn't overall damaged so I put it to the side until I figured out what the other two said. I think the smallest was a scholar's personal journal and one who while successfully learned the language of the glyphs was by no means an expert, and probably only wrote in it to confuse those who didn't read it. 

They seemed to be detailing personal notes about the first book I was trying to rebuild and about their journey of some kind. They were probably trying to make sense of the book full of maps. Perhaps the red x marks were their own personal touch, or perhaps they were trying to find the xs marked on the map, as they each detailed different parts of the ocean and even went through the trouble of detailing larger islands to make an accurate map. 

The last one was...interesting, it seemed to be detailing the accounts or research notes of an ancient scientist and his experiments, specifically on bugs for some reason. It was odd so to speak but interesting nonetheless and perhaps I was missing something on the other yet-to-be-recovered pages. 

Anyway during my time on the island, I had to learn to talk to people again at least for a little bit, and learn the name of my temporary home. The locals called it Misty Shores on account of how the ist of old used to cover the entire island and much of the ocean surrounding it in a thick mist. 

I also found out that I wasn't the only survivor of the Ohara Incident, I found it out when the bounties for her were sent out, Nico Robin the Demon Child. I had read all the lies the newspaper spread about her, all the supposed crimes she had committed I couldn't help but seeth with rage seeing it. 

Instead of tearing it apart, I calmed myself down and hung it on my cabin wall, in a place no one would notice. A reminder of how far the navy was willing to go to cover up the knowledge both discovered and lost on that island, of the knowledge of the Void Century. 

So I had to hope, that this book contained the knowledge to fight back against them, and to help her if I could. I didn't know what she would do now but I had hoped she would continue the work of the scholars, something I was unworthy of doing. 

The least I could do was figure out a way to help her, to protect her from the Navy, or at least try to. 

*Five Years Later*

During the next five years, I reconstructed more than half of both damaged books and figured out they were detailing the creation of an ancient weapon called "Jungle" something. That and the scholar's journal was about trying to find the key ingredient for the substance and that the maps came with the x. 

My social activities during that time...improved slightly only that I was seen more around the village but I was still whispered about in hushed tones. My burns had stopped hurting by then, but I would never be healed fully and I still covered myself with bandages to hide my figure. 

The children didn't come around as often anymore, although most were teenagers by now and were probably bored watching a nearly middle-aged man in the middle of the woods. Of course that didn't stop a few of them from trying to rile me up or something like that, I ignored it mostly except for when they trashed the area around my log cabin, in that case, I just cleaned up and used it as fuel during winter. 

I especially like winter as it gives me all the excuses to stay inside and research, to try and pierce together the knowledge lost to time. 

*Another Five Years*

I had figured it out, I had finally understood what I grabbed in my rush to leave Ohara, the ancient weapon I held in my hand. While it wasn't perfect, I had all I needed to make an educated guess.

What I had in my hand was the recipe book for the creation of a chemical called "Jungle Juice" that fused insects and humans. A kind of artificial devil fruit if you will without the weakness of water beyond the obvious depending on the insect fused with. In the other book well the back was thicker than I thought it would be as it held the key ingredient for this weapon. 

The substance that contained the essence of a primordial insect, the ancestor to all others, and what was needed to create Jungle Juice. When I discovered this, I laughed out loud for the first time in a long time. I think I grabbed my face and freaked out a couple of locals, both of the human and animal variety when I had pieced it all together. 

While I was by no means a scientist, I had seen why the gods let me live that day, even in this unbearable pain, even in this burnt husk of a body. 

If I followed this recipe right, find the proper ingredients, I would be able to create a weapon that could go against the Navy. That could overwhelm it if used right, perhaps even heal people or at least replace lost limbs if used with the right combination of insects. 

Although I had a large chunk of the stuff, it wouldn't be enough in the long run and I would need to eventually go beyond this island. I would need to gather people, those who had suffered at the hands of the Navy and wished to change this world. 

Perhaps even those who are just as cruel as the Navy if needed, those with power and influence. 

Well, it didn't matter I was but an Ash of my former self, no worthy of being known as a scholar of Ohara.