Ghost

Chapter 5: Grave

I stood up from my seat on Sunny's head as Sunny came to a stop on a small island. I wonder why they decided to stop on this island, but when they opened the door, I realized why. The group of sad faces shown on my crew's face made me grab my chest as the throbbing pain that I felt was becoming more and more painful.

I looked over at Nami, but her face was hidden by my straw hat that she never took off. Regardless, he knew she was, out of any of them, the most upset about my death.

My eyes averted from her to the coffin that was being carried by Franky, Chopper, in his human form, Zoro and Sanji. They carried the coffin that had me inside it off the ship. I followed them as they walked deep into the woods. After silently walking for half an hour, they all stopped.

I knew very well what they were going to do. The four, who carried my coffin, set it down and I watched as Usopp handed them each a shovel that he and Brook carried. They then began to dig my grave. Nami and Robin watched as the guys began digging into the soil. I looked over at Nami and I still couldn't see her face. I clench my fists tightly.

I was angry. Angry at the fact that not only did I die, but also because my crew had to do all of this, even though it pained them so much to do so. I looked at each one of their faces and I knew, despite not showing it, they were crying inside. I just wanted to scream, tell them that I'm here, but I was dead and there was no way possible for them to see, hear or feel me.

The sound of the shovels getting stabbed into the ground made me look up as they finished digging my grave. My eyes widened at the sad expressions the five of them showed as they stared down into the hole they made. I tightened my fists until they were white. I hated this so much.

"So...who wants to go first?" I opened my eyes to look at Zoro. When no one answered him, he sighed. "Fine, I'll go first." I stared at Zoro with my mouth slightly opened as he closed his eyes. I realized what he was talking about at that moment. They were each going to say their own final words. I did not want to hear this...but I knew that whatever they were going to say, I would listen no matter how much it pained me. It is my duty as their captain. I will listen to my crew mate's final words to me before they bury my coffin in my grave.

To Be Continued...