They called him Longnose due to his birth defect that made his nose incredibly long. In reality, his name was Otis Cooper, and he was an upcoming pirate. Emphasis on the ‘was’ part, for you see, he was currently in jail.
Southern base was the location he was being held. It was an island just east of Last Stop that served as the largest Marine base in the South blue. It was kind of ironic to get so close to the grandline, just to be held behind a set of steel bars in a prison. He had lucked out and gotten a cell next to a window, so he got to see the sunlight through his tiny window.
Stupid Catfish, he just had to capture him huh? Otis sighed, his men were dead more than likely, it was a sad truth but a truth nonetheless. And then there were those four. Who even were they? Some apple hat person was sneaking around his base so he had to take him in, next thing he knows a panda, a girl with a giant sword, and a man with a hawaiian shirt sneak in and start killing everyone in sight.
“Hehehehe” The old man in the nearby cell continued to laugh. The man had gone mad long ago, lately though his ravings were getting worse.
“Shut it old man!” A guard said, the one who gave food to the inmates. “There is no getting out of those sea prison chains!”
Right, the old man was a devil fruit user. Otis would have been too if not for Catfish. Seriously, that fruit would have been his, he was sure of it. It was on Freeisle for sure, but by now it would be too late, Catfish would have found it for sure. No wait, maybe those four stole it?
The guard pushed Otis’s food into the cell through a sliding grate, quickly sealing it. A piece of bread, a mug of water, and a single apple decorated the metal tray.
“You spoil me as usual.” Otis said in his nasally tone. People think his voice was like that because of the length of his nose, in truth it had gotten broken years ago and his nose just never recovered.
“Shut it Longnose.” The guard said as he continued on.
The laughing continued as Otis tore a piece of his bread off and put it in his mouth. It wasn't the best grain for sure, but it felt amazing. Otis swallowed the bread, took a drink and picked up the apple to munch it.
The laughing stopped. The sounds of a cell door opening quickly ringing through the jail. In that moment, just as Otis’s teeth hit the fruit, he felt the apple change. Then, he chomped.
It tasted awful, the worst apple he had ever had.
The world suddenly became black for a moment. Otis felt like he was being squeezed before the sound of rocks falling sounded around him. Otis turned his neck to see where the sound had come from, only to find his neck far larger then he remembered, and more hair. Behind him was a large body covered in brown hair. His long nose swung around quickly as he turned, smashing into guards who had come to see what happened to the wall of Otis’s cell from the outside.
Otis looked down at himself, he was no longer bipedal, instead on all fours. Two tusks stretched from his jaw, and a long trunk hung where his nose normally was. He was a Mammoth!
Otis gave himself a moment to think, then realized what happened. The old man had died huh? And he somehow got the man's fruit. Now he was a devil fruit user. He now had the power to become the pirate of his dreams!
With his mind made up, Otis charged forward, smashing down walls as he passed, quickly fleeing from the guards. Once he had escaped the prison itself it was easy enough for Otis to return to his human form, then he tested and became a hybrid form. This fruit felt like second nature to him, as if his whole life was destined for this power.
He celebrated freedom, then made way for the nearest ship. He had to get to the grandline, he had to become a great and powerful pirate! The kind anyone would fear! A crew, a ship, he would need all of it, but soon. For now, he ran, because the marines had found him and were chasing him.
