Found this in an old notebook and basically figured there wasn't really any harm in posting it. Though it IS painfully short.
Anyways... Enjoy?
It had started out as a normal Marine attack – nothing special about it, no unknown devil powers involved. Then everything went wrong.
-You move and I'll kill her, the Marine said, gun held against Robin's head. There was nothing they could do. They were onboard the Sunny, but somehow Robin had ended up on the marineship. Handcuffed. With seastone. The crew glared at the marine, murder in their eyes. He laughed.
-You stay there and let us capture you, I won't blow her head off. It shouldn't be that hard of a choice to make, should it?
Robin could see the fighting spirit, the determination, the will in their eyes, and she knew that the nameless marine was as good as dead. The crew was highly protective of their friends, and the battle would already have been won, had it not been because of this. As long as she was in her current situation, they were on the losing end.
No matter how fast they moved, they couldn't outrun a bullet from that distance, and not even Chopper could make her survive a shot to the head.
Zoro met her eyes. She smiled.
There was a way out, of course. Quite an easy one. It had been two years. Would he still catch her?
Robin threw herself into the ocean and hell broke loose.