Inherited Will
The Destiny of the Age and the Dreams of its People
These will not be stopped.
As long as People continue to pursue the Meaning of Freedom
They will never cease to be.
In this Pursuit,
They abandon those around them
And Amor is compelled descends upon them once again
"Sounds like a fool's plot for a melodrama."
Prologue: Luffy's Brilliant Idea
To say that the orange haired woman was irked was an understatement. Her brow creased and her entire visage was overcast. Somewhere far off, thunderclouds were beginning to gather. "Luffy…" Her voice was suspiciously sweet and the young boy who stood nearby looked at her, dusting off a tattered hat.
"What, Nami?" He asked, voice void of any trepidation. He was hardly prepared for the fist that connected itself with his face. The tangerine haired woman stood over him, facial expression showing agitation.
"FOR THE LAST TIME," Her voice rose, hitting a high pitch, others around them winced, "DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF TAKING CARE OF THE SHIP?"
The young boy looked around him and a wide smile came to his face, "Oh, are you referring to those holes?" He asked, his countenance revealing him to be clueless as to what he had done. "Whoa!"
Nami's foot swung over his head, narrowly missing the straw hat boy. Her teeth ground in clear agitation and she held a blue rod in one of her hands. Her captain looked around, as though he had started to register the danger he was in. Unfortunately, it appeared that apart from two no one dared to interfere, one of whom was smoking a cigarette and did not look inclined to help him.
Just as the straw hat boy was bemoaning his fate to himself, a rough hand wrapped itself around Nami's wrist. She turned around, surprise registering itself on her face, "Zoro."
The green haired man was looking directly at her, "Don't blame the Marine's work on him." His voice was gruff, and he released her wrist, clearly prepared to continue his nap which was earlier interrupted by what had created the holes in their ship.
Suddenly gathering her senses, the orange haired navigator ground her teeth and delivered a hefty whack on his head, "Don't think that you can divert my attention from those things!" Her finger pointed at the two gaping holes in the deck, "It was your fault as much as his! If you hadn't been sleeping when those two came, you could have done something about it!" A large vein bulged at her forehead, "And you two are BOTH going to help Usopp fix it!"
Caught off guard by the sudden swing in temperament, the swordsman could only gape openly at her as she went over to their captain, giving loud orders for him to go help their long nosed 'carpenter'.
"Well," the blonde haired man uncrossed his legs and stood, "I suppose I'd better go start preparing lunch while you idiots repair the ship."
"ZORO GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!" The green haired man grunted, grumbling under his breath as he made his way over to where Usopp and Luffy were working.
An hour or so passed before the crew trooped into Sanji's kitchen. As would be expected, Luffy was already sitting at the table, pouting, a whine in his voice, "What took you guys so long?" He asked, "Sanji wouldn't let me start without you all."
The mouths of both the green haired swordsman and the long nosed marksman dropped open simultaneously as they charged at their captain, with every intention of giving him a good kick. A fight ensued.
"Man, can't you guys have a meal without causing a fight?" Nami asked as she too, walked in, their pint sized doctor hiding behind her leg. A ebon haired woman followed in after her.
A sudden outcry came from the cook as he stampeded over the boys who were wrestling on the floor, "NAMI-SWAN! ROBIN-CHWUAAAN!" Hearts were practically dancing from his eyes.
Ignoring him, the tangerine haired woman took her seat at the table, Robin only smiled at the cook, but it was enough to send him into a bliss of oblivion as he danced his way over to the stove and arranged the food on the table.
They sat down for lunch. A completely normal lunch with the exception of Luffy's hands picking food off everyone's plates. At this point in time, Nami voiced her feelings, "Luffy, shouldn't our ship have a carpenter?" Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her, "With all the damage we take, our ship will be sinking before long."
"Nami's right." Their long nosed member said as he bit into his food, using his fork to stab at Luffy's hands whenever they came too near his plate, "I'm not trained as a carpenter and I can only handle odd –ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"
This was directed at Luffy who was spooning a large spoonful of rice into his mouth and with his other hand trying to fork some of Robin's meat. "Yeah?" He asked, his mouth full and spewing some rice on Sanji who winced in disgust.
Usopp and Nami could only sigh at him. "Forget it," Nami waved at the captain in despair. Zoro, Chopper and Sanji could only shake their heads while Robin smiled as she always did.
All of a sudden, their captain suddenly stood up, "I have an idea!" He beamed. His crew looked up at him, hoping that somewhere in that cloud of fluff that was called Luffy's brain, he had registered that they needed a carpenter badly. His smile widened, "We should get a musician!"
It appeared that he was utterly clueless as to why his crew suddenly collapsed in groans, some heads hitting the table beside their plates, all with a similar train of thought, 'I got on the wrong ship…' This was with an exception of Robin who continued eating her food calmly. Luffy shrugged, taking advantage of the situation as he stole more food from his crewmates.
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Author's note: How like Luffy. I tried to keep it as IC as possible, Usopp's support of Nami's statement that they needed a carpenter did occur in the series as well as Luffy's strange desire for a musician on board their ship.
Amor is the name of the Roman God of love, counterpart of Eros.
I understand that this story appears to be going nowhere, but this is just my setting of the stage. Please note that the part before the prologue opens is significant, in more ways than one in my mind.
Comments and critique are appreciated. I trust that you all know the difference between a critique and a flame…but just in case. Critiques are when you point out a mistake and help the author correct them. Flames have neither rhyme nor reason and are simply. Not constructive.