Blurring into a streak of white and red, Light shot over the boiling, steam-choked canopy of the mangroves, flying directly toward Grove 30. The wind whipped at his charred uniform. His vision tunneled, the edges of his sight turning black as blood loss and extreme physical trauma finally began to overwhelm his Level 10 stamina.
Stay awake, Light's sociopathic will commanded his failing biology. You just need to leave the table.
Below him, the archipelago was in absolute chaos. Sirens wailed from the distant Naval bases. Citizens and pirates alike were fleeing in mass panic, terrified by the rolling earthquakes, the massive steam explosions, and the rumors of a dead god.
Grove 30 came into view.
It was a commercial shipyard, and docked at the end of the largest pier was a massive, heavily armored galleon.
The area around the ship was a slaughterhouse. Dozens of local Marines and shipyard guards lay unconscious or dead on the docks. Captain Haas—his arm coiled into a vibrating steel spring—stood at the bottom of the gangway, his uniform soaked in blood. The Zoan vanguard prowled the deck of the ship, terrifying anyone who dared to approach.
Light killed his forward momentum and dropped from the sky.
He hit the wooden deck of the galleon hard, unable to stick the landing. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, his black saber clattering against the deck planks.
"SIR" Haas roared, instantly dropping his guard and sprinting up the gangway.
Bonney, who was hiding near the mainmast, gasped in horror. She had seen Light shrug off cannon fire. She had seen him freeze elite assassins. Seeing the self-proclaimed God reduced to a coughing, heavily burned, bleeding mess was deeply unnerving.
"Light!" Bonney yelled, running over, her hands hovering uselessly over his severe burns. "What the hell happened?! Did you kill the Admiral?! Are you ok?!"
"Heh, you should've seen the look on his face when I cut his mouth open. " Light rasped, coughing up another mouthful of blood onto the pristine deck, but still grinning. He forced himself to look up, his dark eyes locking onto Haas.
"He's alive. Let's *COUGHS* let's go. No use being here now."
"The ship is secured, sir!" Haas reported frantically, kneeling beside Light. "But the local Marine garrison is mobilizing! Two Vice Admirals are leading a Buster Call-lite fleet toward this grove! We can't sail out! They'll sink us in the bay!"
Light's bloody lips curled into a weak, utterly insane smile.
"Say, Bonney. Wanna do something fun?" Light gave her an honest smile.
"N-no?? It's that smile again! NO! Definitely NO!!"
Light forced himself to his feet, using Haas's shoulder to steady himself. He looked up at the sky, away from the towering red wall of the Red Line, turning his gaze backward toward the first half of the Grand Line.
"Everyone below deck," Light ordered, his voice barely a whisper, yet carrying an absolute, undeniable authority. "Hold onto something bolted down."
Haas didn't hesitate. He barked the orders. The Zoan squad scrambled below deck, securing the heavy wooden hatches.
"I'M STAYING!" Bonney refused to budge.
"...Suit yourself then."
Light stood alone in the center of the main deck. He closed his eyes.
He reached deep into his desperate dregs of his Level 10 Life Force. The energy was almost gone, sputtering like a dying candle.
I am God, Light reminded himself, his Conqueror's disposition forcing his failing body to obey one last time.
Light slammed both of his hands flat against the wooden deck of the galleon.
He expanded his Force Authority to encompass the entire physical mass of the massive warship, enveloping the hull, the masts, the cannons, and everyone inside it in a colossal sphere of spatial kinetic energy.
Force: Ascension.
The water around the galleon violently depressed. The massive mooring ropes snapped like cheap string.
With a groan of stressing timber that echoed across the entire harbor, the massive galleon violently ripped itself out of the ocean.
"Oye oye oye what's happening...!" Bonney shifted to her kid form and clutched Light's leg like a koala.
"Told you to go down. Will you listen to me now?"
"YES! BIG BROTHER! I WILL! DEFINITELY!!"
Light gave her a cheeky grin.
"Too late."
LAUNCH.
Propelled by the absolute maximum output of Light's remaining power, the ship shot into the sky like a cannonball. It tore through the upper branches of the Yarukiman Mangroves, shattering wood and scattering massive flocks of seagulls.
"KYAAAAAAA!! YOU BASTARDDDDDD!!!"
"I'M GONNA DIEEEEE WAHAHAAAAA!!" Bonney cried.
Hmm... music to my ears. Light thought.
The G-force was immense. Below deck, the vanguard screamed as they were pinned to the floorboards.
On the deck, Light stood perfectly still, his hands pressed against the wood, driving the ship higher, and higher, and higher. Bonney still clutching his legs and screaming. They broke through the cloud cover. The air grew thin and freezing cold. The ruined, burning archipelago of Sabaody shrank into a tiny speck far below them.
Light banked the galleon aggressively backward. He launched them high over the oceans of Paradise, aiming the ship toward the direction of the Florian Triangle. The dark fog bank would hide them perfectly from Marine pursuit.
4 kilometres and gradually, the last ounce of stamina left Light's body.
The spatial barrier dissolved. Momentum carried the massive ship the rest of the way, beginning its long, terrifying ballistic arc toward the safety of the dark sea.
Almost back on the sea again, Bonney stopped screaming and looked up at light.
"GRRRRH! Watch how I'll make you pay bastard!!" she bared her teeth with teary eyes at Light, still clutching like a koala at his leg.
"..hehe...well-"
Suddenly, Light's eyes rolled back into his head. His body covered in severe burns, his arm charred, but only now the sociopathic grin finally faded into a peaceful, content smile.
"...goodnight... cutiepie."
He collapsed back-first onto the wooden deck, slipping into total, absolute darkness.
A/N: AHHHH TWO CHAPTER DROP BECAUSE i WANTED TO FINISH IT. SABOADY ARC IS DONNEEEEE! LESSGOO!! RATE THE STORY GUYS!!!