(Yes, the reader is female. I also wanted to publish this later but I fear if I waited I'd never type more to this story. Also the typical reader fits into storyline type thing, will have a new arc in the storyline with character though.)

The walls were grey, seemingly uninteresting as it sets off an atmosphere of confinement. The air was cold and pungent of the smells of souls being sucked out the weak, even the strong as treatment was to the extent of what many would call inhumane. The sounds, they groaned with helpless moans of pleas and cries. The people had no more energy to dispose of, they've been here for weeks, somehow surviving through it all. The place was awful and yet, it was only the first floor in the prison of Impel Down.

-Impel Down Arc

It has been a few months, you've seen some of the other cell mate's life drain from them, a few of them were replaced seeing as the others before all valiantly ended their time in this prison. It was the only escape, it was to die. They killed themselves, whatever darkness awaits them on the other side was bound a better time then in this hellhole of a prison. Others held strong with their small fits of sanity, constantly fighting for it against the fangs of insanity itself. Everyone in the cells, whether willing to admit or too far gone to acknowledge it, were filled with some kind of regret. Many had loved ones, many had goals and dreams. In the glaring eyes of the marines, these meant no such things. The people's screams of horror and agony, that was their justice for the sins they lay bare to claim as such.

On this day, someone broke out of their cell. It was childish and foolish, the sight wasn't unheard of but to onlookers of previous incidents of these cases, none dared to try. It was the normal quiet that returned later, the quiet that is never quite silent just in fact the normal sounds. It stayed that way for a while, for a few hours, and a day after that. The ruckus started again when a blue haired man, with a bulbous red nose, gave out keys to set everyone free claiming that you either stay here and rot or join his crew and escape from the hellhole. It seemed as if it was going to end up as a fruitless plan yet, even with all of your fears and doubts about it, you joined in this attempt.

Some of the men glanced at your form with concern. You were one of the few female inmates but that just wasn't it, you walked with a noticeable limp in each step. It was due to an injury that needed to be tended to long ago, unluckily it happened while being captured by the marines who bothered not to give their gratitude to fix it. With each step it still stung with tremendous pain, even after that long, it did heal but in all of the wrong ways as the bone was unaligned where it broke into two. The other prisoners now knew why you never stood.

"I just wanted to try..." You, full of gilt, held your head low at their glances. It was easy to understand that a handicapped person would only get in the way of their escape plan.

"You deserve to escape, just like the rest of us."

"Yah! With the stories you've told us, you have no right to be in a prison cell."

"We'll help you escape with us don't worry."

A few of the prisoners you've talked to in the past chanted, back and forth. The other prisoners may not be up to, or willing to, which laid to be understandable, but these men would voluntarily risk their chances of escape to help you.

A small group of men, three to be exact, held you up above their heads. Two men stationed themselves behind this group, and two in front as well. They certainly were interesting, treated you as if you were someone to worship and protect. This way of escape, with the help of others, wasn't ideal though who could really complain escaping from Impel Down was a feat in and of itself.

Later, through the thick and thin of stress as the men who carried you dodged poison from the warden Magellan, you were carried onto a warship a few of the more powerful men fought for.

"Here, for now at least." A former prisoner handed you a wooden plank to use as a makeshift crutch.

"Thank you so much. Everyone." Your words went towards the men that aided in your escape. You felt as if you'd cry, after a few seconds you undoubtably did. Their gratitude was unconditional, they gained nothing from such kindness.

"Anytime! We want to see you get to safety." They sure were nice for criminals.

'Marines, you see, they do have a heart. You were the ones who likely drove these men to such lengths.'

"Who started this revolt? Surely it wasn't the clown guy." You questioned between sniffles, the side effect of the happy tears.

"We believe it was the straw hat kid over there." One of the men from earlier pointed towards a young boy in his latter teens. "Apparently we're about to go into this really scary war against the marines to save Fire Fist Ace from execution. Don't worry though, we'll keep you out of harms way." The man saluted, really dedicated on getting you out of all the conflict.

The straw hat boy likely wouldn't have been anyways first guess who caused the mass prison break, the snarling warlord Crocodile, or ex warlord whatever the case may be, would be more so someone's first guess. He seemed to be a strong and dignified man, where as the actual person who started it was a lanky boy with determination. You weren't going to deny that he started it, after all the determination in his eyes says it all.