What are the devil fruits?

"James you're a pirate I know it's hard to believe but your mother isn't telling you for your own safety." I just stare at him.

"No I'm not! To be a pirate means you steal things from other people on the sea."

"Not true. You were born on a pirate ship which in technicality by the marines pirate laws and I quote. 'If a man is found on a pirate vessel not shackled by the wrists or ankles they shall be found guilty as a pirate'." My jaw drops in disbelief not knowing if it's true or if it's another lie.

"James your mother gave birth to you on your fathers ship. They docked in this town here then Ross attacked. He knew we were going to be here because he left when your mother found out she was pregnant with you. And he followed us until we docked up here your father stayed on the ship to protect it when Ross started his barrage. He fired all the cannons that he could to take out your fathers ship, he did. He blew the thing to bits killing your father."

"I don't believe you. My dad died protecting this village from pirates like you." I say knowing it's the truth but not wanting to accept it.

"James you know i'm right." Then Johan leaves to check on his men and ship. I decide to follow him. I see his crew dead and alive I scanned over to his ship and saw a little fire coming from the bow.

"Um Johan is that fire supposed to be there?" I say

"No but..." Johan points and the fire goes out with a puff of smoke. " I'll just put it out." Johan said smiling. I look over to the men again and see a woman bring a sheet over and puts it over a dead man still bleeding after what I think is a cannon shot.

"Damn that grape shot." She said. I couldn't look away from the blood seeping through the sheet already.

"JOHAN! SOMEONE HELP!" Someone yells, I tear my eyes from the now red sheet. A man with a person was helping a man with a missing arm. I felt puke starting to come up in my throat I try to gulp it back down but I fail. I turn around and feel the vomit starting to sting in my throat.

"Woah buddy, let's get you out of here." I hear Johan say then I feel a hand on my back guiding me back to the place I came from.

"Oh my, James!" I hear my mom say. My eyes were watering so much I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face.

"He followed me I guess and saw some things he shouldn't have seen at this age." I hear Johan say he also said something else all I heard before turning around again and throwing up is "saw" and "body's".

"Johan bring him inside and put him on his bed please." I hear mom say before being picked up and carried over to the protection of my bed. "Poor kid" mom says and I feel a damp rag put on my forehead. I also hear something being set down beside my bed on the wood floor.

"James, if you feel like you need to throw up do it in the bucket." I nod a little before falling asleep.

When I wake up I feel a little better but my stomach still hurts.

"James! Are you up?" I realize I'm on the floor somehow I'm in my room but last time I checked I was with Johan seeing the dead people, the blood, the carnage.

"Mom what happened?" I ask starting to feel queasy.

"You threw up a little, you'll be fine just get a little more rest." I nod weakly and trudge back up to my room. I look out my window and see people walking around in white uniforms with little red crosses on their shoulders and breast pocket.

"I need more stretchers!" Someone yelled.

"I found another one!" Someone else yelled.

"I want every able bodied man and woman that I can get to help!" I hear Johan yell. "James come down here." Johan says

"Mom says I should get more rest." I say. Johan raises his eyebrows.

"Tamitha won't care if you come out for a little bit so I can talk to you." I walk back downstairs.

"James what did I tell you? Go back to bed." Mom says.

"Johan said you would let me talk to you." I say still walking to go to the door.

"Whatever." Mom says. I open the door and walk back to the side of the house with my room.

"Why isn't Johan here anymore?" I say to myself

"Hey buddy I had to help with... Something." Johan says coming around the corner. I could see a little blood on his hand that he wipes on the back of his trousers. Johan smiles like he saw or did nothing.

"Why can you control fire without getting hurt?" It just slipped out of my mouth like ice slips out of your hand.

"James, I ate a devil fruit." Johan answers. I can tell he doesn't want to elaborate but the words just keep coming out.

"What's a devil fruit?" I ask.

" A devil fruit is a fruit that gives you unimaginable power. The only issue is you can never swim again. The legend goes that they are from the sea devil himself. If you eat one the fruit will grant you its power. But the sea devil will curse you for the rest of your life. If you eat the fruit the sea devil will curse you and take away your ability to swim." Johan says with a hint of grief on his face and in his eyes.

"What are the devil fruits?" I ask 'STUPID! STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!' I think to myself.

"The devil fruits are just what I said." Johan says then he walked away.

I follow him this time making sure that I don't pant or step on leaves either. Johan walks to a group of men in the same outfit. A white shirt with blue stripes, black shorts, with a tan hat, and a cutlass as their weapon. They also had a gun on their hips. The only difference in their appearance was two of them had a gold stripe while the others had none.

" Quienton." Johan said

"Yes captain?"

"I need you to go to the village on the outskirts and see if you can find any small villages or towns."

"Yes sir." Quentin said. A man walked away from the identical men he was one of the two that had a gold stripe. Then I notice how the remaining men are standing in a perfect line standing the exact same way. They were also the exact same height somehow.

"Has anything happened while I was gone?" Johan asked.

One took a step forward and said. " There was a small rebellion in district seven and a 42% increase of petty crime in district 9 sector 3."

"Anything else?"

"No sir." The man said

"Johnathan don't lie to me."

"More marines came from the mountains and attacked killing 15 men in total and injuring 73. We killed 37 and injured 45."

"Johnathan never lie to me again unless you want something to happen. Do you understand?" Johan said not with disgust but with a warning type of tone.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." Johnathan said then he stepped back into the line. Then the next man stepped forward.

"There have been no shortages in food sir." The third man said.

"Thank you Jonis." Then Jonis stepped back into the line. Another man stepped forward.

"No one in our crew has died from any disease or sickness." Then he stepped back without Johan even throwing a glance at him.

"What about the chest?" Johan asked starting to get a little impatient. Then the last man stepped up.

"The chest is safe and secure sir. The raid didn't scratch the lock or wood and the loot is undamaged."

"Good." Then Johan starts to turn. I start to bolt back to the house. I turn another corner and see a group of marines looking around the corner with their guns loaded and ready to fire. They see me and raise their gun that's when I feel a giant heatwave pass over my head and then fire passes over me hitting the marines. The guns still fire from the heat of the fire exploding the gunpowder in the guns. Charred corpses dropped on the ground a man screams and a really tall man fell down holding his chest that was burning.

"James look away." Johan said with an edge of hate in his voice. I turn around and see Johan point then a little fireball protrudes out of his finger and flies at the man. The screams stop and I can smell the charred flesh of the dead men.

Johan picks me up and covers my eyes as he walks. I feel the bumpiness as Johan steps over the bodies.

"James I'm taking you home and you will never follow me again." Was all Johan says before we got home.